Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Whoosh...

A strong wind rose, the sky was cloudless, and rolling sands of the Ten Thousand Li of Yellow Sands came forth.

Seven figures appeared in Luo Chen’s eyes.

Five bald monks clad in robes, among whom was Master Ci Hai, who had previously stopped them.

The other two, wearing ornate Daoist robes, one being Zhou Mingxuan, and the other unknown by name, yet the subtle mana fluctuations from him indicated he was no weakling.

They blocked the path of Luo Chen and Qing Shuang.

Mouthing phrases like ”Heaven holds the virtue of benevolence” and ”Amitabha Buddha,” yet their intentions were for combat and slaughter.

Luo Chen sighed, ”Friends, we are merely passing through the West Desert by chance; is it not excessive to pursue us so persistently?”

Ci Hai glared at him and shouted sternly, ”Demoness Qing Shuang, her actions are known to all. Such a fierce demon, if she were to stay within the Million Mountains’ modest confines, that would be one thing, but now she has come to the West Desert, who knows if she harbors malicious intent.”

Luo Chen frowned, ”But she hasn’t done anything, even during the previous conflict, she didn’t attempt to kill any of you.”

”Just because she hasn’t acted now doesn’t mean she won’t in the future; we are precisely taking preventive action to avoid more bloodshed in the Buddha Land.”

”This master, aren’t you being unreasonable? Such imposed accusations...”

Before Luo Chen could finish speaking, another white-browed, white-bearded monk interrupted him.

”Friend Luo Chen, the world speaks of your benevolent and gentlemanly spirit. Why do you walk alongside such a Great Demon? It is said that you once massacred hundreds of Zhou Family members with a Sword Array at the border. Now, protecting the Demoness Qing Shuang, have you fallen onto the Path of Demon?”

Luo Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a dangerous aura.

”May I ask the master’s Dharma name?”

The white-browed, white-bearded monk folded his hands in salute, ”Amitabha Buddha, this old monk is from Wutai Mountain Puji Temple, Dharma name Ci En.”

”Ci En?”

Luo Chen muttered the name, his eyes scanning over the others.

”So, the other three masters are also from Wutai Mountain?”

Faced with Luo Chen’s gaze, the three seemed slightly uncomfortable, but with the advantage of numbers, they did not show any fear.

”Wutai Mountain Lingying Temple Ci Ping, greets Friend Luo!”

”Wutai Mountain Buddha Light Temple Ci Guang, greets Friend Luo!”

”Wutai Mountain Shengshu Temple Ci Shu, greets Friend Luo!”

Five mountains, five temples, five monks, none easy adversaries.

Luo Chen pursed his lips, looking at the other two, particularly the one in fine attire.

”And this friend?”

The middle-aged man folded his feather fan gracefully, ”Wu Family, Wu Changge!”

As for Zhou Mingxuan, no introduction was needed.

Seeing this lineup, Luo Chen’s heart sank.

To the unknowing, it might seem he was afraid.

But what Luo Chen pondered was, first it was two Nascent Souls, then seven; if matters escalated, what would come next?

What other entities might become involved?

”Friend Luo Chen, I urge you not to entangle yourself too deeply with this Demoness. The sea of bitterness has no bounds; turn around and find liberation!” the white-bearded monk Ci En advised.

”I...”

Luo Chen was about to speak, but Qing Shuang beside him grew impatient.

”Enough talk; ultimately, it’s a fight you want, so get out of the way!”

A fierce gust surged from the side, and Luo Chen instinctively stepped aside as Qing Shuang shot forward like an arrow.

The five monks did not underestimate her and immediately displayed their Buddhist Sect Magic Items, confronting her together.

Luo Chen frowned, taking a step forward, but Wu Changge had already blocked his way.

”Friend Luo, we respect your name from the East Desolate Pill Sect. Even if there are suspicions, we are willing to give you a chance. It’s best you don’t interfere in this battle.”

The West Desert is primarily a Buddhist sect stronghold but doesn’t mean all here are monks and nuns.

There are still sect heritages and family legacies.

But to establish a foothold in the West Desert, these Great Sects and Clans are somewhat aligned with the Buddhist sects.

The Zhou Family is like this, and so is the Wu Family.

Luo Chen had some understanding of the West Desert and wasn’t surprised by the Buddhist Dao coexisting here.

But at this moment...

Luo Chen curled his lips, ”Wu Changge, do you think you alone can stop me?”

Wu Changge’s expression turned cautious, ”If Friend Luo were at his peak, I might have less than a thirty percent chance of victory. But after the great movement in the Sand Trap Valley battle, you must be grievously injured if not dead. Even though you’re wounded, I don’t have complete confidence to defeat you, but I can surely hold you for a while.”

His words were neither servile nor overbearing yet full of confidence.

All because of Luo Chen’s outward Qi Power fluctuation akin to the Sixth Layer of Nascent Soul.

While Wu Changge himself was at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage Realm.

No matter how glorious and proud Luo Chen’s achievements were proclaimed in the Outer World, ultimately, it was based on the realm itself.

He had confidence!

Luo Chen said nothing, merely squinting his eyes towards the increasingly fierce battle ahead.

Wutai Mountain’s Five Monks, indeed strong.

The three monks who introduced themselves later were as solid as the Initial Stage Nascent Soul Conversion Cultivators.

Master Ci Hai, who had crossed paths before, was equivalent to a Mid-Nascent Soul Cultivator, especially adept with his Purple Gold Sumeru Bowl, suppressing space, subtly countering Qing Shuang.

Finally, there was Master Ci En leading them.

White brows and beard, radiating benevolence.

Yet when he acted, his monk robe fluttered, muscles knotted, and the sound of wind and thunder was unending.

This monk, clearly walking the Vajra Body Refining path!

Even surpassing the Wrathful King Kong Luo Chen encountered in Zhongzhou, his Gang Qi crisscrossing, enough to face Qing Shuang’s frontal onslaught.

Along with the five forming an array, Qing Shuang could not overcome them quickly; instead, she grew increasingly strained, facing danger at every step.