Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1652: Chapter 608: A Good Play? A Farce!_2

”This Qingyang Zi’s Qi Power rivals mine, fine, but even his Divine Soul Endowment is this powerful, unaffected by my Emperor Soul Suppression Melody, and he reacted so quickly.”

”No, I must say a few more lines to erode his consciousness. Whether we negotiate or fight afterward, the initiative will remain in my hands.”

Just as Huangfu Song opened his mouth, planning to say something more, his body suddenly froze.

He met Luo Chen’s eyes.

Deep as an abyss, cold as ice.

In a daze, illusions seemed to manifest within his Sea of Consciousness.

”Illusion Technique!”

A thread of purple light emerged from his chest, shielding him from Luo Chen’s gaze.

Huangfu Song’s heart relaxed slightly; fortunately, he had the Magic Item left by the Nascent Soul Ancestor, capable of resisting illusions below the Nascent Soul level.

Such shallow Divine Soul Attacks were merely superficial distractions under the protection of that Magic Item.

However, the illusions within his Sea of Consciousness suddenly changed.

It seemed as though azure palaces and jade towers hung high in the heavens, exuding an immortal aura, white clouds drifting ethereally.

Celestial Maidens veiled in silk sleeves danced gracefully while singing softly.

Immortals with feather fans and high crowns laughed and conversed, coming and going.

Yet these seemingly celestial beings transformed into spectral ghosts filled with resentment, rushing toward him upon departing the towering structures.

Upon closer inspection, those azure palaces and jade towers were far from immortal sanctuaries—they were clearly haunted Ghost Tower Spirit Chambers.

Hiss...

The crimson-purple light flared, surging into his Sea of Consciousness, frantically dispersing the illusions.

Huangfu Song shuddered violently, snapping out of the illusions.

Although the illusions felt like ages had passed, in reality, it was only a fleeting moment—a single meeting of eyes, a brief instant.

Cold sweat trickled down his back as he instinctively avoided Luo Chen’s gaze.

From nearby, Luo Chen’s calm voice drifted to his ears.

”Daoist Huangfu, please.”

Huangfu Song opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Clearly, in that brief exchange, not only did his Emperor Soul Suppression Melody fail to intimidate the other party, but Luo Chen’s illusion technique had also stirred his heart and nearly caused his consciousness to collapse.

Had it not been for the means left behind by the Nascent Soul Ancestor before their demise, in that instant, he would have been killed by Luo Chen a thousand times over.

A sense of dread welled up within him.

Dread of the haunting ghostly figures lingering in his memories and fear of the endless methods wielded by Demon Monarch Qingyang.

Almost subconsciously, he turned around.

”Let us depart!”

”My lord, what are you saying?”

Huangfu Song froze, faced with Elder Ye’s perplexed inquiry, and instinctively shook his head.

”No, I...”

”Daoist Huangfu, the weather is poor today, so I won’t see you off. Please leave.”

This time, Luo Chen’s voice grew colder.

Clearly, it hinted at restraint pushed to its limits, teetering on the edge of unleashing violence.

Like a volcano on the verge of eruption!

Huangfu Song forced a difficult smile. ”Apologies for the disturbance.”

Immediately thereafter, disregarding Elder Ye’s and Minister Gui’s dissatisfaction, he hurriedly departed with his four Golden Core Cultivators.

As they left, Huangfu Song continuously provided explanations to the two old vassals.

Things like disunity among their own ranks, Demon Monarch Qingyang posing significant challenges, Penghu Spiritual Land being unimpressive, and Hidden Dragon Mountain Range offering better prospects.

Outsiders, unaware of the brief clash between Huangfu Song and Luo Chen, half-believed his excuses.

Yet the two old ministers who knew their young master’s temperament sighed deeply within.

Sometimes, retreat does not lead to a wide-open sky but to eternal damnation instead.

The lord, does he truly understand the gravity of this?

By the lakeside, Zhang Jiadi led his people to return the Cloud Boat and the hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators suppressed by the Array intact. Afterward, Huangfu Song’s group left Penghu in disgrace.

Onlookers felt immense disappointment.

Where was the promised intense battle?

The anticipated life-and-death confrontation?

The show that had just begun ended before it had even truly started?

As for Luo Chen, he coldly watched Huangfu Song’s group retreat.

After they were far enough away, Tian Xuan couldn’t help but ask aloud.

”Master, are you really letting these enemies leave after such disrespect?”

Her words implicitly pointed out that Luo Chen had always been decisive and ruthless—how could he tolerate such provocation?

This behavior contradicted her impression of Luo Chen.

Luo Chen merely lifted his gaze slightly in response.

”Cultivating in this Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, some faces must be preserved.”

His eyes focused on an area that seemed void but felt as though he were looking straight at someone.

Tian Xuan pondered briefly before quickly understanding who Luo Chen was wary of.

She also realized that the seemingly unyielding Luo Chen had exercised restraint throughout this encounter. Otherwise, given his usual demeanor, how could he tolerate such provocation?

Yet Tian Xuan was still slightly uneasy.

While on the surface her master had intimidated Huangfu Song’s group in front of countless onlookers, enhancing his reputation...

Such Late Golden Core Stage opponents, once provoked, simply releasing them like this...

”What if they retaliate later? That Huangfu Song, after all, is a Golden Core Seventh Level Great Cultivator!”

”Hah...”

A mocking laugh, unabashed.

Even Duan Li, who had been silent all along, found it absurd. Since when were Great Cultivators dismissed so lightly?

Luo Chen waved his hand dismissively. ”It’s fine. Huangfu Song may hold the title of Great Cultivator, but he’s merely a decorative pillow.”

”A decorative pillow?”

Duan Li looked puzzled; Huangfu Song’s realm could never be in question. That slight display of purple Sword Qi had nearly cost him his life.

All evidence pointed to him being worthy of his Late Golden Core Stage cultivation level, so how could he be considered a decorative pillow?

Faced with their confusion, Luo Chen sighed softly.

”Although we’ve only met once, his shallowness is plain to see—his nature laid bare in just a glance.”

”Overbearing yet timid, cunning yet indecisive, ambitious yet self-preserving, greedy for petty gains, neglecting mortal peril—how could such a person ever be a true threat to me?”