Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

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“This move – it’s the same one Pang Renxiong used in the afternoon.”

“He’s gambling with his life!”

Almost simultaneously, Luo Chen and Wang Yuan came to the same conclusion. The next moment, Wang Yuan and Luo Chen turned around at the same time. The nearby Yin souls that were originally growing vigorously, as if swept by a fierce wind, all faltered as one.

Then, they wilted.

The bone-chilling Yin energy suddenly decreased significantly.

Everyone understood what this meant.

The three Ghost Kings had perished!

Wang Yuan uttered, “Pang Renxiong’s death-defying gamble has succeeded!”

“No, it hasn’t ended yet!”

Luo Chen suddenly looked towards The Great River District.

He looked astonished and confused.

Because a similarly unmatchable crimson Sword Qi, like a massive cauldron, plunged into Luo Feng Mountain.

“A Sword Cultivator!”

“Howcould there be another Sword Cultivator!”

“And they didn’t help Pang Renxiong?”

As he was shocked, that formidable Sword Qi crashed down with a bang.

An angry roar, pushed to its limits, echoed in all directions as the Sword Qi descended.

“It’s you!”

After the roar, there was complete silence.

Luo Chen and Wang Yuan looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.

Half a month had passed since the Golden Core duel in the Inner City.

Such a long time was enough to wash away most of the fear from the cultivators’ hearts.

And the possibility of remaining treasures from the great battle in the Inner City was sufficient to drive away their fears with greed.

Luo Chen, accompanied by the elite forces of the Luo Tian Creed Battle Hall, stood in the distance, gazing at the ghostly city.

“Golden Core Cultivators come and go, and in the end, all that’s left for rogue cultivators is a Ghost City!”

He sighed lightly, witnessing three Late Stage Qi Refinement cultivators entering the Inner City in a group.

“How many groups have entered the city already?”

Zhou Yuanli respectfully replied by his side, “The Yu Ding Sword Pavilion has set up just one city gate for easy management. In half a month, this is the seventeenth group of rogue cultivators to enter the Inner City.”

“What about the previous sixteen groups?” Luo Chen asked.

Zhou Yuanli shook his head, “No response.”

His brow furrowed, Luo Chen had a sinking feeling in his heart.

The three Ghost Kings were indeed all slain by Pang Renxiong before his death.

However, after their death, most of their ghostly essence remained in the Inner City of The Great River District.

These were three Ghost Kings comparable to Golden Core cultivators!

In normal times, one of them could easily destroy a city like The Great River.

Now the essence of three Ghost Kings remained inside, instantly transforming the area into a Ghost Realm.

Now, it was basically a no-go zone for the living.

“Brother Wang is in closed-door cultivation, saying he wants to perfect a ghost-avoidance technique before treasure hunting in the city.”

“At present, our Luo Tian Creed lacks high-end combat power, which is somewhat awkward.”

Luo Chen swept his eyes around, occasionally pausing on some cultivators.

These were all subordinates of Foundation Establishment forces.

Now that the Yu Ding Sword Pavilion had fallen and the fate of their backer, Miao Wen, was unknown, they had become dangerous again.

The reason why many major Foundation Establishment forces were still holding back was merely fear of becoming the target of all eyes.

They were afraid both of other Foundation Establishment forces taking action and of the Yu Ding Sword Sect sending new cultivators to make examples of them.

But Luo Chen knew that this calm would be broken one day.

He was also absolutely unwilling to become someone else’s Pill Refinement tool again.

Therefore, he had no intention of leaving The Great River to report to the Yu Ding Sword Sect alone.

If Pang Renxiong was dead, why should he eagerly go?

It would be a waste of travel time, and there was no guarantee that once he entered the Yu Ding Sword Sect, he would have sufficient freedom.

On the other hand, if he struggled on his own, as long as he worked hard enough, his cultivation speed would not fall too far behind.

Most importantly, this was a choice that followed his heart!

Just as Luo Chen was deep in thought, there was suddenly a commotion in the distance.

He snapped back to reality and looked in the direction of the noise.

From the Inner City, a flickering Spirit Light was slowly moving outward, against the chilling Ghost Qi.

After a few breaths’ time.

The Spirit Light in his view suddenly left the city.

“It’s Elder Chu!”

“He’s not dead!”

“Not only that, but all dozen or so Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators of Wanbao Pavilion are also unharmed.”

As the Spirit Light revealed itself, it turned out to be a Flying Boat.

At the helm was Elder Chu, who was well known among the rogue cultivators.

As soon as he left the city, Elder Chu made a casual gesture.

Seven Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators were swept off the Flying Boat.

“I have done my best, and our fate ends here.”

As his words fell, the Flying Boat’s Spirit Light resurfaced, turning into a glint and flying towards the horizon.

At the same time, from other areas outside The Great River District, several glints shot out, chasing after Elder Chu.

Presumably, these were the leaders of several major Foundation Establishment forces, going to inquire about the situation inside the city from Elder Chu.

Luo Chen didn’t have this privilege, but there were people in front of him who could answer his questions.

He waved his hand, and Sima Xian led people out of the crowd, heading straight for the seven cultivators left behind by Elder Chu.

It was known to all that these seven weren’t cultivators from the Tian Fan City sect, but local rogue cultivators hired by Wanbao Pavilion, a subsidiary merchant organisation of Tian Fan City.

Among the seven, there were five women and two men.

Soon, through his Ninth Level Qi Refinement state and the group of Battle Hall Cultivators accompanying him, Sima Xian brought a male cultivator back to Luo Chen.

“I ask, you answer!”

Without the protection of Wanbao Pavilion, the male cultivator lost his former bravado.

His face was pale, and he quickly nodded.

“Your name?”

“Li Wanchun.”

“How much do you know about the big battle in the Inner City?”

“I know nothing.”

“Hmm?”

“Senior, I really don’t know!”

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, this was the first time someone had called him senior.