Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Regarding the matter of the Feng family coveting Wind and Thunder Gorge, Master Ming Lei informed them long ago.

”If you wish to continue as impoverished rogue cultivators, drifting from place to place without a foothold, you are free to leave.”

”But if you want to continue cultivating freely in this Wind and Thunder Gorge without anyone’s control, you must contribute in some way.”

”When a great enemy arrives, if anyone hides away in their cave mansion, regardless of the outcome, I will not tolerate their existence!”

This is the unspoken warning.

Either join in the effort, or get out.

Those who try to sit back and reap the benefits, be prepared for post-battle reckoning!

With the divine consciousness of a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, one can naturally sense the disturbances within Wind and Thunder Gorge.

Feng Bu Yan shook his head, ”They still don’t want to come out and fight, planning to hold fast to Wind and Thunder Gorge.”

The war drums continue to rumble, yet no one responds.

In order to take Wind and Thunder Gorge, it seems we have no choice but to forcefully invade.

Feng Bu Yan glanced at his descendants, who, while eager to fight, still had a bit of awe in their eyes, feeling conflicted.

Forcing our way in, who knows how many of the Feng family’s sons will perish!

Yang Daoist, also a leader, saw his hesitation and smiled as he suggested, ”How about the three of us make a move together to force out Master Ming Lei? He is the leader of the thirty-six caves of Wind and Thunder Gorge. If he is defeated, the remaining rogue cultivators are nothing but a motley crew and probably won’t resist. Your Feng family descendants could suffer significantly less damage.”

Feng Bu Yan’s gaze brightened.

”Indeed!”

Then, without waiting for the white-robed monk’s agreement, he stepped forward from the crowd.

”I’ll be the first to strike!”

With that, watched by countless eyes, he took out an incredibly splendid feather fan, infusing it with Qi power.

Then, he swung it fiercely towards Wind and Thunder Gorge.

Whoosh...

A giant tornado suddenly appeared, rushing into Wind and Thunder Gorge with unstoppable force.

At this moment!

Crack!

A thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket suddenly descended, directly striking the tornado, shattering it instantly.

Feng Bu Yan’s divine consciousness spread wide, quickly locking onto the person who struck.

”Master Ming Lei, you’re also a strong figure. Hiding like this damages the demeanor of a true master!”

Within Wind and Thunder Gorge, the sound of thunder echoed.

”Oh, the demeanor you mean, showing up at others’ doors to attack.”

Feng Bu Yan laughed heartily, ”This Wind and Thunder Gorge has been the Feng family’s territory since ancient times. You all are merely occupying others’ homes. Out of compassion for you low-order rogue cultivators, I tolerated it until now. But now that you’ve achieved Nascent Soul Realm, you should understand the principle of not letting others sleep peacefully beside you. Leave voluntarily, and we can still maintain some dignity.”

Master Ming Lei sneered, ”Such talk of ancient times, if you want Wind and Thunder Gorge, then come in and take it!”

Feng Bu Yan’s face turned solemn.

”Do you really think I’m afraid to come in?”

As he spoke, his figure suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already floating in Wind and Thunder Gorge.

The feather fan lightly swayed, and the bone-cutting bladed wind swept back, forming a formidable tornado directed at a certain spot.

Master Ming Lei suddenly appeared, his chest and abdomen swelled, and he breathed out loudly.

”Scatter!”

The thunder reappeared, directly obliterating the tornado.

As lightning spread out from the void, forming beams of light showering towards Feng Bu Yan.

Feng Bu Yan sneered, disappearing from the spot abruptly.

”Too slow!”

But in the next moment, a figure appeared behind him, stabbing straight at his back with a flying sword.

Feng Bu Yan’s expression changed slightly, hurriedly shifting his form again.

But the flying sword followed closely, and not only that, Master Ming Lei’s figure clung to him defensively.

With each chase and change, a substantial amount of lightning flickered incessantly.

”No, how can you keep up with my speed?”

In shock and anger, Feng Bu Yan was incredulous.

His greatest confidence was in his escape techniques.

So he dared target Wind and Thunder Gorge, relying on the courage to advance and retreat as needed.

But if his escape techniques are seen through, then Wind and Thunder Gorge becomes entirely the opponent’s domain.

Master Ming Lei remained silent, following closely, constantly attacking, drawing in a sky full of thunder.

To the outer world, Wind and Thunder Gorge seemed like a heavenly tribulation descending.

Though the attack’s intensity wasn’t very high, its frequency made people gasp.

Whenever hit, Feng Bu Yan’s body was enveloped in a mass of bright silver electric light.

Even as he quickly cleared it with Qi power, the numbness gradually spreading through his body made it increasingly difficult for Qi power to flow smoothly.

If this continues, let alone defeat, even preserving his life to escape is uncertain.

Suddenly!

”Friends, don’t wait any longer, strike now or when?”

From the void, a sighing voice reached out.

Yang Daoist appeared with a sense of regret, pointing a wooden staff at Master Ming Lei.

”For rogue cultivators to reach such heights is truly impressive. Unfortunately, failing to recognize the timing, today you fall here. What a pity.”

The wooden staff glittered with spots of green light, appearing quite extraordinary.

Once pointed, it carried an overwhelming penetrating force.

Master Ming Lei’s expression changed slightly, yet he didn’t use the Flash Thunder Technique to evade, watching the wooden staff point directly at him.

Seeing this, Yang Daoist couldn’t help but feel an odd sense in his heart.

”Such audacity, does he still have something to rely on?”

The next moment!

An abrupt mutation occurred!

A massive cyan hand, swirling with wind and thunder, suddenly appeared in the void, blocking above Master Ming Lei’s head.

Then, with an unstoppable force, it reached out to grab the incredibly sharp wooden staff.

Seeming to want to grasp it!

”Is there an ally?” The doubt in Yang Daoist’s heart was answered, but it wasn’t unexpected, given that Feng Bu Yan had already mentioned this before coming.

He merely showed a cold smile.

This treasure staff of his, nurtured for hundreds of years, had already ascended to the level of a True Device.

Perhaps a Magic Item could handle it without harm.

But to rely on a mere flesh palm to take it on, that’s courting death!

In his vision, the wooden staff and that giant hand finally made contact.

Thunk!

A strange sound emanated, with ripples spreading out.

Yang Daoist’s heart trembled, ”Something’s wrong!”

He wanted to withdraw his treasure staff, yet despite his vigorous Qi Power, he found it impossible to summon back his Natal Magic Item due to an overwhelming force.

Thinking of a certain possibility, he couldn’t help but be filled with rage.

”No!”

”Hmph!”

A cold laugh echoed through the void.

The next moment.

The cyan hand suddenly clenched.

Crack!

”Take it back!”

Two streams of flowing light flew backward.

Yang Daoist hurriedly dodged, and only after stabilizing himself did he lose control over the intense pain within.

Opening his mouth, he spewed.

”Puh!”

Blood surging with potent Qi Power was expelled.

At this moment, the two streams of light finally revealed their true form.

Precisely his Lifebound Treasure Staff!

With just one clash, his precious item was forcibly broken?

In terror, Yang Daoist couldn’t help but look at the newcomer.

A man in black armor, with a yellow crown and golden plume on his head, stood in the void, with wind and thunder raging around yet unable to touch him. His black eyes looked at him, seeming dismissive and scornful.

”Who are you?” Yang Daoist asked, both shocked and furious, almost instinctively.

The black-armored man unclenched his fist and said calmly, ”I am known far and wide as Ba Xiu Qi Tian!”

Out here, identities are self-proclaimed.

If matched with appropriate demonstrations, the credibility is undeniable.

Even Master Ming Lei, who had some dealings with Luo Chen, couldn’t help but have his eyelids twitch at this moment.

He knew Yang Daoist, who was considered a long-term Nascent Soul.

Yet with just one exchange, his Natal Magic Item was broken in the other’s hand.

Just how advanced is this Qitian’s Body Refinement Stage?

But at the moment, he couldn’t afford to ponder this and instead called out loudly, ”Feng Bu Yan, this is the ally I summoned. How does he compare to the one you brought?”

Feng Bu Yan’s lips went dry as he looked at Yang Daoist, who retreated beside him.

The other shook his head in terror.

”This person is fierce and unstoppable!”

”No!” Feng Bu Yan shouted harshly, ”We still have another person!”

Right at that moment.

A powerful Sword Qi slashed through the air from outside the gorge!

Luo Chen turned suddenly, unhesitatingly clasping his hands together.

In the void, two giant hands manifested simultaneously, clamping the Sword Qi firmly between their palms.

Yet this Sword Qi was quite bizarre, with two extreme forces constantly erupting within, continuously eroding Luo Chen’s Origin Force-formed hands.

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, ”Demonic Qi? Buddha Qi?”

His expression then turned extraordinarily fierce.

”I don’t care what Qi it is!”

The Origin Force within surged forth.

His pair of flesh palms further expanded, merging with the Origin Force hands into one.

Like a millstone grinding, a twist of his palm.

Boom!

The terrifying Sword Qi instantly collapsed.

Furthermore, Luo Chen, enraged, unleashed a palm strike towards the outside of the gorge.

A colossal world-shattering palm broke through a hundred feet of space, slamming down like the hand of destruction towards the ants on the ground.

A bell tolled.

Dong...

A distant, prolonged gong, resonated endlessly.

As the massive palm dissipated and the dust was swept aside, a white elegant figure came into view.

Luo Chen slowly flew out of Wind and Thunder Gorge, staring at the monk in white robes.

”Tell me your name!”