9 Your Teacher is a Quack! (2/2)

Lynne wasn't that bright and even a bit slow but having seen Leon's look at her grandpa and hearing her grandpa's following words was like a fuse that lit a light bulb in her head as she quickly understood the matter and felt disgusted.

Leon caught her dirty look at the corner of his eyes and was so angry he could spit blood. This was a major misunderstanding!

”I was just thinking how stupid you are to waste your whole life practicing a fake recipe!” Leon exploded.

”Nonsense! The recipe was handed to me personally by my teacher, how can it be fake!?” Although Dwight roared back in defense of his teacher, he had long had this doubt. How else could he keep failing without a single success!?

He knew that even his teacher only had a 10% success rate of concocting the pill like all the other alchemists. Only one batch out of every ten would succeed. But he did not even succeed once after hundreds and thousands of attempts!

”Your teacher is a quack!” Leon sneered.

Having released his outburst in frustration, Leon was able to quickly steady his mind and regain a calm look but the same could not be said for the old man.

”Y-YOU!! If you don't give me a justifiable answer, then don't think about leaving this villa in one piece after disrespecting my teacher!” Dwight said with boiling anger, while pointing his finger at Leon.

”Are you threatening me…?” Leon questioned with a dark look and deep voice. It was difficult for Leon to rein in his temper, nor was there any reason to when his good intentions were repeatedly met with doubts and criticism. Especially when there is still a burning rage hidden deep inside him, when his father was murdered.

An invisible pressure was exuded from Leon's body as his figure became towering in the eyes of the old man, making him hard to breathe.

Lynne didn't feel any pressure and only felt something was wrong as she was not the target of Leon's pressure.

This pressure did not come from his cultivation, which is currently comparable to a 2nd layer tempered body but from his soul who was once a Divine state practitioner.

The old man was breaking out in sweat as he had the illusion of his entire self was nothing more than an ant being gazed upon by a deity.

”Have mercy, great lord!” Dwight pleaded as his legs felt weak.

”Why are you bullying my grandpa!” Lynne pushed Leon over, clearly upset with the matter.

'This jerk seems to usually be well-tempered, putting on a false anger play with my grandpa. Why did he suddenly become ill-tempered so suddenly?' Lynne thought simply as she supported her grandpa up and looked at Leon.

Leon felt guilty for losing his temper and unleashing his pressure on the old man who he had a favorable impression of.

'Sigh, situations like this might continue to occur if I don't find a way to release my pent-up stress and anger.' He thought.

”I'm sorry for losing myself there. The reason I felt your teacher is a quack is because if one concocts the pill according to the recipe, it would be impossible to succeed. Fire fruits and the Water Roots contain two opposing force, greatly reducing the medicinal essence when they clash.

Furthermore, the method of extracting the medicinal essence is too inefficient, wasting what little medicinal essences left. Although there are other minor problems. These were the main ones. How can one succeed in pill concoction if there's no medicinal essence left to concoct the pill with?

The reason you were also able to make an immediate breakthrough after your toxins were expelled was because your body had absorbed a portion of that medicinal essence.” Leon apologized and explained his reason in detail.

His explanation was reasonable and justified. Even the slow Lynne was also able to understand even if she had no prior knowledge in alchemy.

Dwight sighed as he seems to have mentally aged a few years after hearing Leon's explanation.

Well it was all in the past now. He had already given up practice under his family's urging when his health had deteriorated to its current condition. He was now preoccupied with what exactly was Leon's identity. He wanted to ask but Leon was one step ahead.

”Somethings can't be explained at present and is better kept to yourself.” Leon said.

The old man nodded, understanding Leon's intention and sighed again.