Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"Master… I'm done with my potion," Guanin thought that the master didn't hear him the first time as he saw no reaction from him. So, he went closer and stopped harassing William.

"Step back, go to your cauldron and wait," the master noticed him before but decided to ignore him. In his eyes, he knew each second wasted without watching William's performance was a huge loss.

Guanin felt something was off when the master said these words. Yet it was the master, and he was still confident in his victory.

His arrogance took the best of him and at this time he gave William a mocking glance with a harrumph before returning to stand in silence by his cauldron, not even sparing a glance over William or care about watching his actions.

All this happened in front of the disciples. They didn't have any knowledge about the techniques William was using.

Sometimes, if one was ignorant, then a priceless treasure would pass in front of his eyes and get missed. Or even worse, he might acquire it and mistake it for useless trash and throw it away!

They weren't to be blamed. What William was doing could only be appreciated by those masters in alchemy.

William kept working while silence enveloped the world around him. It was his first time ever since reincarnation to concoct a potion.

He was concentrated, fearing that the difference in his body between the two lives he lived would leave some bad traces over his potion.

Yet he worried for nothing. In fact, making this potion was something trivial for someone like him.

"It's done," William finally finished making the potion. Unlike the five minutes Guanin spent in making his potion, this one took almost fifteen.


This wasn't because William wasn't capable, it was totally the opposite. The various techniques he used and the three processes he did took time.

When he was done, he poured the content of the potion into one bottle, closed it before looking at the master.

"I need ten more."

"Ten more of what?!" The master was astonished when he heard that. However, unlike what he expected, William pointed towards the cauldron as he added, "there is enough to fill ten more potions."

"Ten… No wait… It's eleven? You made it from an amount that can at most form five potions? How? How on earth did you do it?!!!"

"Oh…" William blinked for a moment, realising that he overdid it this time, so he embarrassingly scratched his head while saying, "I got a master who taught me everything."

"A master…" At this moment, this master felt too much familiarity with this kid. Yet at this moment this wasn't what was important. Instead…

"Tell me, is your master accepting disciples?" the master instantly jumped, grabbed and stored the recording crystal, before hurriedly asking William.

William didn't know what to say. Should he laugh or cry? Such an esteemed master of the academy wanted to be his disciple? Of course, there was no master and he was the one having all this knowledge.

"Ahem, my master is far away right now," William cleared his throat before adding, in case that master would devote his life waiting for the arrival of such an imaginary master, "and he doesn't accept any disciples at the moment."

"Oh," a flash of disappointment passed over the master's eyes. William could only sigh while extending his hand without saying anything.

The master took a few moments before he was jolted back when William called him, "Master… The bottles…"

"Ah, here… Take them…" the master took out ten bottles as William asked and watched the latter fill the content with the potion.

"It's a dark gold grade potion," William suddenly said. And when he said it, all the side talks from the disciples hissed the moment William said it.

"You… Are you trying to lie or what?" the face of Guanin paled the moment he heard this.

He didn't understand what went wrong for the master to speak in such a way with William. Yet when William said the grade of the potion he made, he couldn't help but get frightened.

"Silence!" the master glared at Guanin. He never had a very good impression about this arrogant spirit master from the start.

Before Guanin would retort or say anything, the master turned to William and the latter got his intentions and delivered one potion to the master. After checking the potion, the eyes of the master flashed in excitement.

"Not only is it dark gold grade, but its effect is also five times better than usual potions of the same grade! This… This…"

The body of the master trembled. And before William or Guanine would say anything, he hurriedly collected the other ten potions and stored them away as if he found a treasure thrown on the side of the road.

Even the cauldron that William used was stored away as well.

It seemed like William did a crime, and the master was collecting all the evidence before they got ruined.

William's keen eyes noticed the place that master stored the cauldron and the potions at. It wasn't at the storage ring at his middle finger, but on a small pouch at his waist.

'Having a life preserving treasure? Interesting…' William recognised this and instantly knew its value.

Herbs weren't like ores; they were all best to be used fresh and alive. If getting stored into a ring, they'd get all rotten and lose much of their value with the passage of time.

So, there was another way to save such valuable herbs. It was a life preserving treasure like that pouch. Despite its storage space being Limited compared to rings, it was invaluable to store precious herbs inside.

The master feared for the remnants of the potions in the cauldron to get messed if he stored it in his ring. His intentions were clear, he wanted to return to his department and let senior masters examine this cauldron and study the concoction process of William.