2103 Time Is Tight! Wang Teng’s Trump Card! (5)
“Wang Teng, that beauty brought you the spiritual herbs again,” Tong En said.

“I know.” Wang Teng, immersed in his contemplation of the alchemical formulas, responded casually. He took the box, closed the door with a bang, and continued his focus.

“I…” Tong En looked frustrated, wanting to say something but not getting the chance.

“He’s preparing for alchemy, don’t disturb him,” Wei Na said. She looked at Tong En’s disgruntled expression and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay!” Tong En sighed. “I didn’t expect him to take alchemy so seriously.”

“What did you think? He’s a pinnacle grandmaster-level alchemist. It’s said that these grandmasters are exceptionally focused in their work, far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Today, I got to witness it myself,” Bi Yao remarked.

“I wonder what pill he will refine. It’s intriguing,” Tong En, not dwelling on the previous incident, quickly shifted her focus, becoming curious again.

Wei Na and the others were caught between laughter and tears. They ignored her and looked at the alchemy room in anticipation.

However, they knew that alchemy would take some time. Fortunately, there was a spacious lounge and practice room here, more than enough for them to use.

…

While Wang Teng was immersed in alchemy, in the headquarters of the Qingyan Society.

In a room, continuous crashing sounds could be heard, causing people passing by to step away quickly.

“The vice president is smashing things again!”

“That’s right. Since coming back, who knows how many things she has smashed already.”

“The vice president is really infuriated by Wang Teng this time. It seems like there’s no end to it!”

“He went too far this time. Our vice president is such a beautiful woman but her face is swollen.”

“But is he really at the cosmos stage? The vice president couldn’t retaliate at all!”

“Yeah, it’s only been half a year, and that Wang Teng’s strength has become so formidable.”

…

The discussions within the Qingyan Society were incessant, and many were expressing their shock and concern about Wang Teng’s strength.

His return had indeed left a profound impact on many.

Feng Qingyan walked over with a stern face, and the members of the Qingyan Society around immediately fell silent, not daring to say more.

Feng Qingyan arrived at the door of Ruan Banlian’s room and knocked.

“Who?” The sounds from inside disappeared instantly, followed by Ruan Banlian’s icy voice.

“It’s me.” Feng Qingyan’s voice calmly came through, and without waiting for a response, he pushed the door open and entered.

“Don’t come in…” Ruan Banlian’s words were cut short as she turned quickly, not letting Feng Qingyan see her current state.

“I’ve already seen it. There’s no need to hide,” Feng Qingyan gazed around at the messy chamber and frowned. “It’s just a loss. There’s no need to mess up the room like this. It’s inappropriate.”

“It’s easy for you to say. As a woman, being beaten like this in public, do I still have the face to meet people?” Ruan Banlian’s tone carried deep resentment as she sneered.

Feng Qingyan did not seem to care. He found a seat and casually sat down, saying, “Wang Teng’s strength did exceed my expectations. We were all caught off guard.”

“Our President Feng also has his moments of miscalculation,” Ruan Banlian mocked.

“No need for such sarcasm. This young man indeed possesses formidable talent, and we all underestimated him,” Feng Qingyan said. “Perhaps not just me, but those few as well.”

Feng Qingyan’s calm words seemed to calm Ruan Banlian down somewhat. She didn’t say anything more and fell into silence for a moment before asking, “Is this Star Ranking genius so extraordinary?”

Thinking about the strength Wang Teng had displayed earlier, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

“From what I know, even those from the previous generation might not be much better,” Feng Qingyan said.

“What should we do then?” Ruan Banlian’s expression changed slightly, and she asked urgently, “We’ve already developed quite a bit of enmity with him. Are we going to watch him grow to that level? What about our foothold?”

“Don’t be anxious. He hasn’t fully grown yet, and we still have a chance,” Feng Qingyan stated with a cold smile. “Moreover, that person probably doesn’t want to see him grow so easily. While Wang Teng is undoubtedly a genius, he doesn’t realize how to restrain himself. He’s revealed his edge too early, making enemies. It won’t be a good thing for him in the future.”
“Besides, the growth of such a genius is destined to be a bloody path. Even if he wants to hide, he won’t be able to.”

Ruan Banlian was not foolish. She had been momentarily clouded by anger earlier, but now, gradually regaining her composure, she nodded. Through gritted teeth, she added, “Are we just going to stand by and watch? I can’t swallow this anger.”

“Don’t worry. If I don’t do anything, wouldn’t it make people gaze down on me?” Feng Qingyan’s eyes glinted with a cold light. “And in five days, the Grand Disciple Acceptance Ceremony shall commence. The Freshmen Leaderboard will close, and most likely, many members of the Constellation Society will fail to make the cut. It will be the perfect time to strike against the Constellation Society.”

“Five days, he came back too late,” Ruan Banlian sneered. “Even if he’s an expert alchemist at the peak of the grandmaster level, he can’t simultaneously elevate the strength of a whole group of people.”

“Rest well. I’ll settle this score for you. The Constellation Society is destined to disappear, and this is just the beginning.” Feng Qingyan extended his hand, holding a jade bottle with a medicinal ointment inside. Using his Force, he directed it toward Ruan Banlian, saying, “This is an ointment prepared by a grandmaster alchemist. Apply it on your face, and you’ll recover quickly.”

“Well, I knew you wouldn’t just stand by while I’m being bullied,” Ruan Banlian reached out, and the jade bottle landed in her palm. Her tone softened.

Feng Qingyan smiled faintly and turned to leave.

If Wang Teng were to witness this scene, he would probably curse—these scheming people!