Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Therefore, the number of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators in the North Sea had previously been greater than that in the Eastern Wasteland.

This certainly lived up to the North Sea’s reputation of abundant resources.

Luo Chen compared the two continents this way.

But subconsciously, he did not include Zhongzhou in the comparison.

Because there was really no basis for comparison.

Zhongzhou, the land of one sect!

Without consumption, even he did not know how many Nascent Soul Strong People there were in Zhongzhou.

A hundred was definitely not all!

Two hundred was merely on the surface.

Three hundred, or even four hundred, perhaps might be possible.

If the fierce tiger of Zhongzhou were to break out of its cage, the remaining Four Continents in the Mountain Sea Realm could only just barely compare!

”This is the benefit of dominating one continent, allowing growth at will.”

”If the Mingyuan Sect were to solely control the Thirty-six Domains or even purge the Million Savage Mountains, its foundation might catch up...”

At this thought, Luo Chen’s brow involuntarily twitched.

In the current situation, even Jiuling Yuanjun could see that the crisis was imminent, yet the Mingyuan Sect still had not dispatched a large number of cultivators.

They only let the Lingtian City Lord alone hold the front line.

Could they not see that the momentum of the East Desolate Demon Clan was growing ever more powerful?

With the North Sea Primordial Demon Sect’s destruction as a precedent, were they not afraid of repeating the same mistake?

By gathering so many cultivators in one place to form the so-called ”Death Placement Army,” in the end, who would really rise from ruin, them or the Mingyuan Sect?

”Could they be thinking of having us exhaust ourselves against the Demon Clan, and then stand out to clean up the mess, imitating the Tianyuan Daoist Sect, and bring the vast Eastern Wasteland under a single rule?”

Thinking of this possibility, Luo Chen couldn’t help but quietly clench his fist.

He discreetly glanced at Ling Fengzi who was eloquently speaking beside him.

Did they know this?

Or had they considered this possibility?

Or perhaps they had thought about it, but under the pressure of the Holy Land, still had no choice but to act, attempting to seek survival from the dead, to grasp a slender chance for their sect’s legacy?

Luo Chen had no answer and did not dare to ask.

Ling Fengzi, after a round of pleasantries, finally stopped beating around the bush and stated his request.

He asked Luo Chen to personally make a Fourth Order Pill for him!

This was expected, as the other party had requested an audience twice while Luo Chen was in closed-door cultivation to refine the Nine Li Pill for Jiuling Yuanjun.

Luo Chen naturally understood the other party’s intentions.

Especially today, as the other party had come out of the city to greet him, much like Jiuling Yuanjun had done, giving him ample respect and helping boost his reputation.

But if Luo Chen were to refine the pill, the price would have to be discussed.

As for the specific price, Luo Chen had mentioned it in the past, and with examples such as Elder Fu and Jiuling Yuanjun, anyone interested could easily inquire without needing Luo Chen to state it directly.

However, Ling Fengzi showed an embarrassed expression.

Luo Chen immediately understood in his heart, realizing he was a poor fellow!

But he didn’t show disdain on his face, maintaining a cheerful smile.

”No rush, let me first meet with my fellow cultivators in the city, and we will discuss it privately later.”

Ling Fengzi breathed a sigh of relief; the other party’s words were very considerate, suggesting that this matter could proceed, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Unknowingly, the two of them had already arrived at the City Lord Mansion.

This was Luo Chen’s second visit here.

But unlike the previous visit, this time Luo Chen was more relaxed and at ease.

The various Divine Consciousnesses radiating from within were no longer sharp, but extremely friendly.

As they entered the hall, four figures immediately came into view.

At the head of the group was the Lingtian City Lord, as expected.

The other three were Xiang Shiniang, master of Fireworks Ancient Island, Qin Baixiang, Sect Master of the Hundred Beasts Sect, and Luo Chen’s ”friend,” True Master Xian He.

This arrangement was very suitable, considering Ling Fengzi, among the four Nascent Soul Stage cultivators tasked with executing and supervising duties, some were on good terms with him, some had favors to ask, while the other two were just acquaintances with no ill intentions.

Luo Chen, his thoughts turning, clasped the Meridian Technique in his left hand horizontally over his chest and slightly bowed his head.

”Greetings, friends. I apologize for being late!”