Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

The higher the grade the better the effects. However, in William's eyes, this wasn't any good potion at all. After all it was just directed to increase one's spirit power, without any regard to spirit purity.

William knew in the eyes of alchemy, spirit techniques weren't their turf, yet spirit purity was. He got a way to increase the purity grade of any spirit master's spirit using the right potions to do so.

William listened without interest and wasn't even bothered to watch the master while concocting the potion. It was a very retarded way of making a potion with many flaws and mistakes done by this master.

William could only inwardly sigh when he noticed this. The alchemy of this world was just as retarded as everything else.

"Now it's time for me to select five of you to compete…" The end product the master produced was a silver grade potion, which was much better than what William thought it'd be at the end.

Concocting silver grade potion after committing all these mistakes and flaws? That was incredible in William's eyes.

The only factor that helped this potion reach such a degree was nothing else but the cauldron itself. Its high grade helped in complementing the flaws in the master's methods.

"Master, I have a proposition if you may," just when William was counting seconds for this boring class to end, he heard a voice coming from his side, "I want to compete with him."

William turned and found that familiar sound belonging to none other than Guanin. 'Are you this eager to dig your own grave?' William inwardly snorted while seeing the finger of Guanin pointing at him.

William didn't know that Guanin intended to challenge him at all the upcoming classes today and every single day. In Guanin's eyes, William was going to experience hell from now onwards.

"You want to compete against a newcomer?" The master seemed to be fair in dealing with everyone. William took a good note about this master in his heart, yet he wasn't that benevolent to neglect Guanin's desire to slap his face.

'You want to slap me in the face? Then watch me screw you in return!'

Just when the master was about to find a way to release William from such trap, a good gesture indeed from a master who didn't know him, William stood up as his voice was heard all over the hall:

"I accept the challenge!"

William's words landed and left everyone stunned for a few seconds before they many broke out in laughter.

"A crazy dude indeed!"

"First time in class, and he wants to challenge Guanin!"

"Impressive! I never thought porters were this funny!"

"I'll hire a couple and let them entertain me later on, hahahaha!"

"Silence!" The master seemed displeased by this reaction. He turned his attention to William before adding in good intentions, "you should know this… Guanin is an excellent disciple who always forgets bronze potions and pills in my class. Don't underestimate him or overestimate yourself. You have a chance to retreat."

"Thanks master," William cupped his hands in respect in return to such good intentions and attitude, "but I made up my mind."

"Master, let him be," Guanin could hardly keep himself from laughing, "the man is looking for his own disgrace, why shall I bother?"

The master didn't say anything else, yet anyone could tell he wasn't happy about this.

He didn't like Gaunin's actions or his attitude. However, he knew the man had what it got to act this cocky.

In return for the mocking eyes, William started to descend the flight of stairs at one side, while Guanin moved through another set of stairs.

Both kept locking gazes at each other, one was full of ridicule, and the other was full of disdain.

"Is he mad?" Lang couldn't interfere in time and stop William as this all happened so sudden. So, watching William walking down there with such a ridiculous look over his face made him feel quite worried.

In his eyes, William was mysterious and was hard to understand. But this move of his looked more stupid than anything else.

"I think he has a plan," Berry softly whispered before adding to herself, "I hope he has one… No, I believe he does!"

No one knew how mysterious William was better than her. She watched her man reaching the stage, stopping in front of one of the five cauldrons while Guanin stood at another.

"You all knew the recipe for the potion," the master had to supervise on such a challenge and started to speak, "the materials you need will be provided by me, equal in grade for fairness…"

"Master, can I ask for more materials?" just before the master would speak everything he had in mind, William calmly asked as he turned to face the master.

"This… Weren't you listening to my class just now or what?" The master grew unsettled with William when he heard such a weird request.

"It's just… I learned another way to do it," William didn't explain much before adding, "it happens that I read it once at the library."

"Library? A porter like yourself went to the library? Fascinating!" Guanin didn't miss every single chance to mock William and make fun out of him.

In his eyes, William was digging his own grave with his two hands. So why would he act gently with him? He should honour the man's desire, give him all the kicks he needed to fall deeper and faster.

William kept a ridiculous smile on his face while waiting for the answer from the master.

"But… This won't be fair…" the master pondered over this point, yet William got the perfect answer for this.