Chapter 1787

"You…" Esen was instantly enraged, but he had no retort. He could only flick his sleeves angrily in frustration. "Just look at your alchemy skills. They're downright embarrassing! If you're willing to acknowledge me as your mentor, perhaps I'll be kind enough to teach you a few critical techniques. "With your horrendous level of refining a Spirit Boost Pill, you'll never amount to anything. Absolutely worthless, it's truly pathetic!" Sebastian hadn't even started refining, yet he was already tearing Arnold's skills apart with merciless disdain. His eyes were filled with scorn, as if Arnold's alchemy was nothing more than child's play to him. Arnold's face instantly turned beet red, veins bulging on his forehead. His entire body trembled with rage, and his hair was practically standing on end. He roared at the top of his lungs, "Who the hell do you think you are to judge me? I've already crushed your Alpha Sect elders in alchemy—what can you possibly do to me?" His voice, sharpened by fury, screeched through the air like a raging storm. He was like a barrel of gunpowder, ignited and ready to explode. "I hope you're not just an empty-headed showpiece." Arnold sneered, his eyes burning with hostility. "If you can refine a Spirit Boost Pill better than mine, I swear I'll never step foot outside the Feuer Sect again. "I'll even bow down and address you as my mentor! But if you lose, it will prove that Alpha Sect's alchemy is nothing but worthless garbage, incapable of producing a single respectable alchemist!" Sebastian's words had ignited Arnold's fury beyond control. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked, his teeth grinding audibly. Deep inside, he swore he wouldn't let this arrogant bastard get the best of him. Sebastian, however, remained utterly unfazed. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed heartily as his voice carried through the air like a victorious war cry. "Good! It's a deal. Now sit tight, my little disciple, and get ready to bow down before your mentor!" His laughter echoed through the air, brimming with confidence and dominance. It was as if nothing in this world could stand in his way. "Sebastian! Sebastian!" The chants of Alpha Sect disciples shook the heavens, rising like an unstoppable wave. Sebastian's presence had ignited their spirits. Their eyes burned with anticipation, seeing him as the hero who would reclaim Alpha Sect's honor. Some clenched their fists, while others held their breath as their gazes locked onto him with unwavering determination. Sebastian remained composed, moving leisurely as he prepared to refine the pill. It was as if the challenge before him was nothing more than a trivial task. The disciples of Alpha Sect pinned their hopes on him. Could this man, who had repeatedly created miracles, once again astonish the crowd today? Arnold, on the other hand, sneered coldly. His heart was filled with scorn and silent curses. "Hmph! Just you wait and see. Your arrogance will be your downfall. Let's see how you embarrass yourself when you fail to refine the Spirit Boost Pill!" A sinister glint flickered in his eyes. He knew better than anyone else how difficult it was to refine a Spirit Boost Pill. Even after exhausting countless rare medicinal ingredients, his own success rate remained pitifully low. His victory today had been a stroke of luck, and he was convinced that Sebastian stood no chance. "This is the Spirit Boost Pill's recipe, along with a set of premium-grade ingredients. As your senior, I generously offer them to you," Arnold said with a fake smile. His eyes were filled with the anticipation of watching a spectacle unfold. Sebastian glanced at him indifferently and replied, "No need. Keep your precious ingredients for yourself. Refining pills isn't easy, and wasting resources like this? Be careful not to get struck by lightning one day. "I'll use the scraps you just threw away and still succeed. As for the recipe, I've already memorized it." His words detonated like a bomb among the crowd, sending shockwaves through the spectators. No one had expected such sheer confidence—no, this was madness! Using discarded waste to refine a Spirit Boost Pill? Was he delusional? "Are you serious?" Arnold's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice trembling from sheer shock. "Those are nothing but scraps! Do you really think you can create a miracle?" "He's being way too arrogant," Raphael muttered as his brows furrowed deeply Even he felt that Sebastian was pushing his luck too far. Those discarded materials were merely leftovers—subpar and rejected ingredients from the primary batch. Could a Spirit Boost Pill truly be refined from such trash? The turmoil in the crowd only fueled Arnold's self-assurance. His confidence soared to new heights, and his grin stretched wider as his laughter grew increasingly unrestrained. Even Jovi was dumbfounded, and his face grew pale with anxiety. He shouted frantically, "Sebastian, don't be reckless! That's just trash! Are you out of your mind?"