Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

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He shook his head, ”If it were ten years ago, the honor of being the foremost beneath Great Cultivators would be deservedly mine. But with the Alchemy Sect ahead, I can’t be so shameless.”

The spectators all tacitly looked toward Luo Chen standing proudly at the ship’s bow.

The feat of defeating the Seven Rhinoceros Demon Emperor with a gesture, even after several years, remained a legend in the Eastern Wasteland Immortal Cultivation World.

And Luo Chen’s realm was only at the Nascent Soul Fourth Layer!

Less chatter, the focus now remained on the two figures in the empty Taihu Domain.

One in a black Daoist robe, with a stern presence.

One in a nine-colored robe, with an imposing aura.

Holding their breaths, the two began to move.

Pinching Dao law methods, chanting incantations, qi power surged wildly; the first strike was a collision of their cherished techniques.

A massive black deer charged forward from Peng Xiang Taoist’s front, stepping across the sky with mystical strides, rushing towards Jiuling Yuanjun.

With the black deer’s gallop, the originally chaotic spirit qi in the Taihu Domain seemed to be manipulated, forming rolling waves of energy.

Such a scene caused the spectating True Masters to exclaim in surprise.

Even Old Ghost Mo Tian opened his eyes, a look of uncertain wonder crossing his features.

How was Peng Xiang Taoist able to mobilize the chaotic spirit qi of the Taihu Domain, even regardless of attributes?

On the Tianhe Lingxu Ship, Luo Chen was equally astonished.

Perhaps seeing the confusion in his heart, Elder Fu, elderly and seasoned, quietly explained, ”This technique is the renowned sect-defending spell of the White Deer Cave - Chasing Deer Skill, using the deer as a metaphor for qi, pursuing and driving it. It’s said to be the high-Order magic spell closest to Divinity Transformation Divine Power, with extremely formidable power.”

After listening, Luo Chen felt a tightness in his heart.

He realized he had somewhat underestimated the heroes of the world.

Peng Xiang Taoist, rarely walking the earth, had unknowingly mastered such formidable magic.

Could Jiuling Yuanjun withstand it?

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Jiuling Yuanjun took a deep breath, raised his hands gently, and slowly pushed them forward.

The next moment, the earth heaved, countless stones and gravel surged into the sky, attacking the black deer.

Upon contact, the black deer charged forward as if in no man’s land, its speed undiminished.

Jiuling Yuanjun’s expression changed slightly, switching Dao law methods, and spat out a blue brilliance.

Upon emergence from his mouth, the blue brilliance seemed like an immense river, merging into the endless stones and gravel, immediately forming a swamp, finally slowing the black deer.

The two remained at a standoff for a long time, the spirit qi-condensed black deer gradually dissipating.

Whoosh!

A large plume of yellow sand fell to the ground, stirring up vast clouds of smoke.

The two figures concealed within were invisible.

Peng Xiang Taoist waved his sleeve, dispelling the smoke, revealing the two figures.

Wearing a look of admiration, he said, ”Is this the Jiuling Sect’s Nine Curves of the Yellow River? Impressive technique, Friend!”

Jiuling Yuanjun patted the mud and sand on his clothes, saying gravely, ”In terms of technique, you are inscrutable; in terms of qi power, I slightly prevail.”

It was only then that the cultivators from the Outer World finally realized what had occurred, still bewildered.

The first strike had already ended.

As for the result?

”On the surface Jiuling Yuanjun is at a disadvantage, but in reality, it was evenly matched. Jiuling’s qi power is truly profound, forcefully compensating for the shortcomings in technique confrontation.”

With Spirit Vision, Luo Chen clearly discerned the details of the battle, giving the most accurate evaluation.

It was only now that he recalled, before mastering that formidable skill, the most prideful aspect of Jiuling Yuanjun was his abundant qi power.

And the best ways to use that power naturally involved various techniques.

In a sense, Jiuling Yuanjun and himself shared some similarities, only he was more distracted, having mastered a wider array of skills.

The first battle was evenly matched.

What next?

Without making anyone wait long, the two made their moves again.

An horsetail whisk transformed into countless white threads, covering the skies.

A black urn emitted billowing black smoke, clawing and dashing toward those threads.

The two figures, amidst the void, constantly transformed, like pythons and snakes, resembling flood dragons and dragons.

The white threads, seemingly soft, were actually incomparably sharp; wherever the black smoke rolled, they were pierced through.

The black smoke was everywhere, always when shattered, it swept away strands of horsetail spirit light.

This treasure duel lasted hundreds of rounds, finally with Jiuling Yuanjun showing a slightly reluctant expression, summoning back the black urn.

Peng Xiang Taoist tapped the horsetail whisk, signs of curling and desiccation appeared, even missing over a hundred threads.

That black urn was so formidable!

He pondered thoughtfully, ”Is this True Device the reliance of your sect in gathering the Nine Heavens Celestial Qi?”

Jiuling Yuanjun avoided answering directly, simply said, ”This time, I slightly lost a hand.”

Then his tone shifted, showing a fierce intent.

”Next, Friend, you must be careful!”

Bang!

A loud explosion, nine-colored radiance soared to the sky.

A vast nine-colored river swept across the universe, rolling forward.

”It’s coming!”

Peng Xiang Taoist’s expression suddenly turned extremely solemn, this was the legendary Great Nine Heavens River!

The great means that coerced the Thunder Prison Divine Roc, grinding down its physical body, forcing Qing Shuang Demon Emperor to intervene to save it.

Not a Divine Power, yet wielding the might of Divine Power!

He took a deep breath, holding the horsetail whisk, stepping into the nine-colored light river.

Previously, whether it was a spell battle or a treasure duel, ultimately all were stopping just short of the end.

Who was higher or lower wasn’t important.

Only this third exchange was the decisive hand of this battle.

Once Peng Xiang Taoist entered, the sound of collision crackled continuously.

Jiuling Yuanjun also gradually faded into the light river, his true body unseen.

The surging qi power collisions dispersed some spirit qi gathered for the Water Mirror Technique, leaving many cultivators without observation points, causing an uproar.