Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

”Roar!”

A thunderous sound came from beyond the sky.

Resounding through the Yin Yang Tomb, it was even more soul-stirring.

In a flash of lightning and thunder, it almost broke through the grave site’s dilapidated array and descended into the main hall of the tomb.

Master Li Tian lifted his head abruptly, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

The wave of a hand.

An azure light curtain arose slowly, centered around him.

This light curtain, like a gentle stream flowing continuously, flew to the sky and suddenly became extremely tough, blocking the ferocious dragon head outside.

A piercing sound of friction rang out, showcasing the stalemate between the two.

Underneath the light curtain, Master Li Tian exclaimed, ”This move has been prepared for long, not hastily done; Luo Chen, you were plotting all along!”

In the distance, Luo Chen’s eyebrows furrowed.

He recognized that this azure light curtain was indeed the same means that once blocked the attack aimed at Purple Robe Marquis by the Lion phase.

He recalled the Lion phase calling it ”Glazed Gu.”

A Gu insect specifically used for defense?

A fierce look flashed across Luo Chen’s face, ”Without planning, how dare I accompany a crafty old fox like you?”

As he spoke, the seal gestures at his fingertips suddenly changed.

”Explode!”

The Flame Dragon roared, and with a rumbling collision against the light curtain, the vast spirit qi constituting its body began to crumble in an instant.

An extreme force swiftly unleashed itself.

Crack!

In Master Li Tian’s incredulous gaze, a crack appeared in the azure light curtain.

In the connection of thoughts, the Glazed Gu that formed this technique was shockingly killed by the terrifying force.

”Did I ultimately underestimate him?”

Faced with Luo Chen’s exquisite Daoist law and decisive swift battle adaptations, Master Li Tian felt a deep sense of dread.

Yet, he showed no sign of it on his face.

Watching Luo Chen rushing from afar and the threatening void ripples surrounding, he smiled slightly.

”You are so bothersome. Old me is busy opening coffins; you’d better play with my little fellows first!”

With a casual flick, ten golden beans, shimmering like yellow beans, fell to the ground.

A voice exclaimed from the void.

”It’s Bean Soldier Gu, be careful, Luo Chen.”

Without needing the warning, Luo Chen had already noticed and even preemptively made his move.

Spitting out from his mouth, three strands of intertwining blue and white True Fire floated out.

In just an instant, they incinerated three of the most powerful and full-shaped golden beans.

But the remaining seven were too late.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A sound of breaking rang out in the spacious hall.

Like beans bursting in extremely high temperature within a cauldron.

The next moment, seven figures appeared before the eyes.

Each cloaked under a black robe, revealing strong Nascent Soul Realm breath.

The seven individuals dispersed, three heading towards Luo Chen and Meng Shentong, while one remained guarding Master Li Tian, even exerting extra strength to reinforce the Triple Blood Shackles suppressing the Flying Yaksha.

Facing the three Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators charging at him, Luo Chen neither dodged nor retreated, directly punching forward.

”You can’t even stop me, not even with Purple Robe Marquis; dare to flaunt such petty tricks?”

Bam!

One punch, qi strength spreading.

The entire space seemed compressed.

The black robe flew open, revealing the old and stiff face of the cultivator inside as it began to deform.

Luo Chen’s body floated in turns in the air, iron fists pounding continuously.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

After three consecutive punches, Luo Chen’s figure suddenly paused.

And those three Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators charging towards him exploded, leaving no bones.

No time was even given for a move, showcasing the swiftness of Luo Chen’s assault.

But while he was fast, Meng Shentong was not slow either.

The opponent directly utilized the Void Concealment Technique, slipping past three enemies, quietly approaching Master Li Tian.

Just as he was about to strike, amid the flickering form, Master Li Tian’s mocking laugh was heard.

”Ultimately not the Vacuum Gu of Luo Sect’s inheritance; the one you nurtured later has too many flaws!”

The black-robed cultivator guarding Master Li Tian squatted slightly, hands forming a virtual embrace.

A whirlpool of airflow suddenly unfolded.

In the rapid flow, the whirlpool expanded crazily.

The violent suction force immediately revealed Meng Shentong’s frame, even dragging him step by step over.

Underneath the fierce wind, the true face under the hood of the black robe was exposed.

Upon seeing that blue-black evil face, Meng Shentong trembled in shock, blurting out.

”Demon Heart Gu Emperor!”

Wrong!

Not the Demon Heart Gu Emperor, but the older generation Demon Heart Gu Emperor.

Only being refined by Master Li Tian into a Bean Soldier Gu.

Master Li Tian disregarded the struggling Meng Shentong, cautiously glanced at Luo Chen, then turned to cast Daoist formulas at the black coffin.

In the distance.

Luo Chen’s steps abruptly halted.

Because another three Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators surrounded him.

I wonder where Master Li Tian gathered so many Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators as Gu refining materials.

If he hadn’t decisively intervened earlier to destroy the three Bean Soldier Gu comparable to the old Demon Heart Gu Emperor, the situation now might be even worse.

But even so, the repeated obstructions had already given Master Li Tian enough time to open the black coffin.

Luo Chen glanced at Meng Shentong still contending with the whirlpool, instantly made a decision in his mind.

Instead of advancing, he retreated, his form flashing explosively to the corner.

His hands turned a blue-black color, grabbing fiercely.

”Ah...”

A miserable scream rang out abruptly.

It was the old woman Hong Ye Granny pinned to the ground by a sword.

”Endure it!”

”I’ll pull out the sword for you, giving you a chance for vengeance.”

Without waiting for Hong Ye Granny’s consent, Luo Chen grasped the sword hilt, ignoring the Corpse Rot Poison spreading, the hissing blue smoke emerging in his palm.