Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Not to mention, this was also another source of income for William. The more income he'd get, the better resources he'd purchase later on, the faster he'd grow stronger.

William wasn't stupid. He knew the response of the Alchemy department wouldn't be much different than that of the Forging department folks.

So, he was expecting some kind of a grand deal, the same way he did it with the Forging department.

As for those kids here, who saw him concoct the potion, if anyone was lucky enough, then he or she would end up learning a thing or two from him.

And if anyone interested in learning more, as long as he wasn't a bad person and an enemy, William would consider leaving a tip or two for him.

William wanted to support other spirit masters worthy of his teachings and knowledge.

For example, Long and Kong. William had a good impression about them. Also, this Peter sounded like a good candidate as well.

William wasn't rash to support and nourish anyone. He didn't want to commit the famous mistake of masters, accepting any disciple without checking if he was loyal or just a damn opportunist, or worse, a hidden cancer.

Many masters in his past life perished thanks to betrayal from their closest and most trusted disciples. So, it was better to observe first and make sure the ones he selected held nothing against him.

"Master… This…"

"This is your loss," the master turned, and his face changed as he glared at Guanin, "you brought this upon yourself. Even if there was nothing to bet on, this young lad here deserves the support of my entire department."

These words held more weight and felt much bitter to Guanin than just losing a round with William. Guanin turned and glared at the direction of William, as if he was already considering him his sworn and mortal enemy.

William responded with a wide and very irritating smile, one that left a pale mark over Guanin's face. It was like William spat on his face, stomped over him with his foot, and in the end kicked him away and laughed as if he was enjoying the best moments in his life.

"Kid, what's your name again?" The master then turned his attention fully towards William. In his eyes, William was an expected gem that he found by coincidence.

"I'm William."

"Are you really a porter?" the master was asking before suddenly his eyes flashed in realisation, "don't tell me… You are that kid who made the Forging department on their toes a few days ago!"

"Ahem, master might be speaking in exaggeration about me," William couldn't deny such words, while trying hard not to laugh.

It was him indeed, and that reaction made the master worried about the future plans he had for William.

"Ok, go back right now, the class is over," the master knew this was something huge and he had to hurry back and inform the higher masters at the alchemy department.

William nodded while he guessed bits of what this master wanted to do. As he rose up victorious, he went up with his head raised high in the air.

It was his victory, and everyone here had to know their places and stop mocking him. If anyone wants a piece of him, he or she must be ready to lose their faces in return.

"Damn! I never thought a porter like you could concoct!" Once he returned up there, and just before going to meet up with Berry and others, Tod walked past him as he said in a sarcastic way.

William gave him a calm look, without showing anything on his face. He was like a bottomless pit, a very calm lake with no waves.

This was the most dangerous reaction William ever gave to anyone. For an unknown reason, Tod felt his back shiver a little while watching this thin kid walk past him in steady steps, heading back to Berry and others.

"Wow! You swept the floor with his face, hahahaha," Lang grabbed William by the shoulder while laughing. Anything bad happening to that sly snake was something good without doubt for him.

"Great job!" Berry never doubted William's ability to win. She raised a thumb up for him, feeling more relieved that such a bastard got humiliated in such a way.

Even if she wanted to do it herself, seeing William do it felt like she was the one to slap Guanin in the face.

"He was nothing," William shrugged, breaking free from Lang, "what do we have next?"

"Now? We have a class in the next ten minutes," one of Lang men responded before Peter suddenly asked:

"What's wrong with Tod?"

Tod's weird reaction didn't escape many disciples' eyes, but no one wanted to speak about trouble in the middle of such a joyful moment.

"Oh, he is just tired of being a friend of mine," William said as if it was something simple.

"That's weird," the eyes of Lang constricted as if he was thinking about something.

"Never mind, enemies are doomed to be crushed one way or another," William changed the title of Tod and labelled him as an enemy.

Lang didn't like it. After all, he was one of his closest friends. But he was still puzzled by Tod's weird attitude. He stole a gaze to Berry and then his eyes flashed in realisation.

"What's the next class? Oh, it's about fighting techniques…" Berry took her class schedule paper out and spoke in such a cheerful way.

"They are the common grade fighting techniques," Peter said, not wanting Berry to get disappointed, "not anything fancy."

"Don't belittle any fighting technique," William warned him and others in a gentle way.