Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1631: Chapter 601: Dragon Seeking Acupoint, Selecting a Cave Mansion. Is this Qingyang the same as that Qingyang?_3

At the very least, when I was at the Middle Stage of the Golden Core, my Qi Power had never reached such a level.

The purple-clothed woman continued watching the projection. However, as she watched, her brows furrowed tightly.

”This person hides his abilities deeply! That Giant Hammer Magic Treasure... its control is raw, clearly not his Natal Magic Item. That Ten Thousand Soul Banner, it also doesn’t appear to be tied to his life through Dual Cultivation. But this chain...”

The Fishing Elder interjected, ”It is not a physical object, merely derived from Qi Power. However, after closely observing, it doesn’t seem to be caused by a Technique but might be a derivative method of his Natal Magic Item.”

So it was merely a derivative method of the Natal Magic Item—yet it possessed such remarkable power?

Breaking through Resentful Souls and Fierce Ghosts like tearing paper, intercepting the ambushing Flying Sword in an instant, and then, at the final moment, forcibly binding that strange fused Ghost King, which rivaled the Late Golden Core Stage, leaving it immobile.

The purple-clothed woman blinked, becoming increasingly curious about what this Qingyang Zi’s Natal Magic Item could be.

She turned her head, ”Bi Gan, why are you silent?”

The chubby youth frowned, as though lost in thought.

Upon hearing his companion’s inquiry, he hesitated and said, ”Qingyang Zi... this title... I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before?”

The Fishing Elder laughed, ”With abilities like this, even as a Rogue Cultivator, he absolutely cannot be someone unknown. Perhaps you indeed heard rumors of his deeds at some point in the past.”

”Not long ago!” The chubby youth stated firmly.

After contemplating for a moment, he suddenly spoke.

”I remember now! No wonder I found this person familiar. A few days ago, while gathering in Divine Yuan City, I overheard others discussing the Nascent Soul War on Coldlight Island. Among the Golden Core-level battles mentioned, there was a Rogue Cultivator named Demon King Qingyang who participated.”

”Demon King Qingyang?”

”Who is that?”

The Fishing Elder and purple-clothed woman exclaimed in surprise together.

Immediately afterward, the chubby youth shared the details he’d overheard with the two.

Upon learning the specifics, especially how Demon King Qingyang utilized his signature technique, Qingyang’s Great Handprint, to obliterate several cultivators of the same tier, they were deeply astonished.

”It seems Qingyang Zi and Demon King Qingyang might indeed be the same person.”

”Even so, it has little to do with us. Let’s conclude this examination for now. As for the next steps... Since Fishing Elder, you’re the one overseeing this matter, you can handle it.”

The Fishing Elder had no objections; after all, these were trivial matters.

In the Demon Hunter Bureau, there were only three Eight-Star Demon Hunters like them, and routine responsibilities were rotated between them.

It was his turn now, so naturally, he couldn’t avoid it.

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, Luo Chen arrived early at the entrance of the Demon Hunter Bureau.

Unexpectedly, Duan Li had arrived even earlier.

Seeing the other wrapped tightly in his coat and looking somewhat timid, Luo Chen frowned but said nothing more.

After exchanging simple greetings, he walked straight inside.

Duan Li followed behind, gazing at Luo Chen’s back with a hesitant expression.

”During that battle, Qingyang Zi was completely unaffected by the means of the White-Clothed Cultivators, not even flinching at the soul-pressing techniques of the strange Ghost King.”

”It appears he has remarkable proficiency in the path of Soul Refining.”

”But I wonder, could he resolve the Residual Poison afflicting me?”

”Yet seeking his help for healing would mean revealing everything about myself—trust is fragile, and with great enmity on my shoulders, I dare not gamble on this!”

Duan Li was filled with conflicting thoughts, unsure of his decision.

When he snapped back to reality, he saw the Fishing Elder talking cordially with Luo Chen.

”Here’s your identity waist tag, adorned with golden stars. Within the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, Demon Hunters are ranked by nine-star levels. One to three stars are white, four to six are gold, seven to nine are purple. The colors signify different benefits.”

”Aside from the discounts and perks you’ve heard about, higher star levels also grant access to intelligence resources from the Demon Hunter Bureau.”

”If you’re interested, you should consider exploring this further in the future.”

The Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering was filled with numerous independent cultivators, naturally bringing a wide range of information sources.

This was truly a pleasant surprise.

Luo Chen accepted his identity waist tag, lowered his eyes to look at it: a Blood Sea beneath, a bright moon overhead, with four golden stars encircling the moon.

Duan Li, however, appeared somewhat downcast.

On his waist tag, there were only three white stars.

It’s worth noting that many Foundation Establishment Cultivators could also achieve this star level.

The Fishing Elder patted him on the shoulder, ”Don’t lose heart—this is just temporary. If you want to increase your star level, simply take on more tasks.”

Duan Li smiled bitterly, knowing well that with his injuries still unresolved, he couldn’t think of such things.

The old man paid no heed to his inner turmoil and swept his sleeve dramatically.

”Let’s go!”

”Seeing that I have some free time today, I’ll personally take you both to the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range to select a suitable Cave Mansion.”

With that, he glanced at the two with a smirk.

”Spirit Stones, I trust you’ve prepared them?”

Luo Chen replied calmly, ”Fishing Elder, please lead the way. Such small amounts of Spirit Stones, I can still afford them.”

This time, Duan Li didn’t shrink back and followed the two.

...

Above the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range.

Three streaks of glints moved in unison, weaving through the skies.

The Fishing Elder held a map that flickered with Spirit Light, leading them as he pointed out Cave Mansions and introduced relevant information.

However, it was evident that the information he provided was somewhat filtered.

To find a truly suitable Cave Mansion, one had to rely on their own abilities.

”This mountain is called Xiushan, its Spirit Qi is extraordinarily abundant. Even among Third-Order Lower Grade Cave Mansions, it stands out. Several Golden Core Cultivators have resided here in the past—you might consider it.”

Upon hearing this, Duan Li felt quite tempted.

He had his eye on it but chose to wait until Luo Chen made his pick first.

Luo Chen shook his head, ”Friend, feel free to choose—you don’t need to wait for me.”

After a pause, he suddenly added, ”However, since this place is so good, one would think the turnover rate of owners wouldn’t be so high.”

Duan Li froze.

That... made sense?

The Fishing Elder’s brow furrowed—this Qingyang Zi appeared to be a sharp individual, instantly spotting the flaw in his words.

”Since neither of you wants this place, let’s move on to the next one! But let me make it clear, while the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range has plenty of unclaimed Cave Mansions left, most are of the First and Second Order. Third Orders are few and far between.”

”Miss this one, and there won’t be another like it.”

Luo Chen smirked faintly but didn’t say much.

In his mind, however, he was amused.

This Fishing Elder was supposedly a worker under the Three Great Independent Cultivators, yet he seemed overly concerned with gains and losses.

Letting Rogue Cultivators like them benefit a little more, or suffer a little less—what would it matter!

He truly seemed to take his job too seriously.

Shaking his head internally, Luo Chen extended his Divine Consciousness, scanning each glowing dot on the map held by the Fishing Elder, searching for one or two Cave Mansions that might suit him.