Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

On Yanfu Mountain.

A gigantic tiger-shaped Puppet spread its blade-like winged blades, leaping through the mountains at an astounding speed.

More than ten figures stood upon it, the fierce wind whipping their robes so that they fluttered loudly.

Even now, Deng Taiyue was still utterly amazed.

”This White Tiger Puppet of your Sect is probably comparable to a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator!”

Luo Chen surveyed the surroundings as he replied, ”Brother Deng’s eye is keen, but every time this Puppet is activated, the Spirit Power it burns through is not something ordinary people can imagine.”

Deng Taiyue’s gaze fell on the Puppet’s torso and then its core head, and he secretly nodded to himself.

They were all inlaid with Top Grade Spirit Stones!

Even in the hands of a Nascent Soul True Master, such Spirit Stones were hard currency.

In times of peace, even a Nascent Soul Ascendant Sect whose Spirit Vein was slightly higher in quality would need ten years to extract a single Top Grade Spirit Stone without damaging the Spirit Vein Rank.

With Top Grade Spirit Stones as its core energy and driving force, this Puppet’s killing power was naturally astonishing beyond measure.

”Could it be that this Puppet was refined personally by Brother Luo?”

”You jest. I merely chanced upon it in an Ancient Times ruin.”

Luo Chen casually brushed over it with a single sentence.

The White Tiger Puppet beneath their feet was naturally the very one he had obtained from Han Zhan back then.

If one truly traced its origin, one would have to speak of the Land of Fallen Demons.

He had spent over a hundred years of Kung Fu to painstakingly unravel the Prohibitions within it bit by bit. Later, to prevent any mishap from occurring if he left Luo Tian Sect for too long, he had specially left it with Li Yingzhang. He had not expected it would be used at this very moment.

”Still, it has come at just the right time!”

Luo Chen’s gaze swept across a seemingly ordinary waterfall ahead, and his right hand rose high.

Seeing this, Cang Long, who was controlling the Puppet, immediately understood and sent out a Dao Law Method that landed on the White Tiger Puppet beneath their feet.

The next instant, as Luo Chen’s right hand slammed down, the White Tiger Puppet, which had halted its advance, opened its jaws wide at the same time.

Whoosh!

A white beam, brimming with an aura of annihilation, shot out of its mouth straight toward the waterfall.

Sss!

Like cloth being pierced, the waterfall suddenly shuddered.

Then, as the white beam swept from right to left, it was cleaved in two.

The flow of the waterfall was severed, and the scene within instantly appeared before their eyes.

Three cross-legged figures opened their eyes at the same moment.

”Who is it?”

”Who dares disturb the Luoying Three Ghosts?”

”Courting death!”

The three Ghost Emperors simultaneously halted their movements and soared into the sky.

Yet the moment they saw the Luo Tian Sect group, their faces instantly changed.

”Master, what do we do now?” Bai Meiling stared at the three Ghost Emperors blocked in front of them, a restless eagerness flashing across her face.

Luo Chen’s lips curled slightly. ”Just kill them.”

As the words fell, the Luo Tian Sect members all rushed into battle.

Wang Yuan charged at the forefront, his Qi-Blood blazing forth and condensing into a column of astonishing Qi-Blood wolf smoke.

”This one is mine. I want to test how Divine Firmness Fighting Qi restrains Yin Soul Ghostly Matter!”

The others naturally would not fight him over it, and thus fixed their attention on the remaining two Ghost Emperors.

”Junior Sister Cang Long, you stay back and hold the line for me!” Ling Fengzi laughed aloud, took out a Magic Item, and charged toward one Ghost Emperor.

He intended to display his methods and show off his current capabilities in front of Luo Chen.

It was the confidence born of a breakthrough in Realm.

Cang Long nodded slightly, Treasure Sword in hand, and fell to the rear.

As for the last Ghost Emperor, it was directly entangled by the Nine Nether Python that Bai Meiling had transformed into.

But comparatively speaking, Bai Meiling was weaker by a margin, for this last Ghost Emperor was the strongest among the Luoying Three Ghosts.

If not for the Soul-Refining Flag unfolding a field, they would probably have decided the outcome very quickly.

On the Puppet, Luo Chen said calmly, ”Caiyi, you all go help Little White.”

Gu Caiyi gave a soft assent, flicked her long whip, and leapt straight down from the Puppet.

The other four Golden Core Cultivators followed after her, forming an Array with the Soul-Refining Flag at its core and firmly suppressing that Ghost Emperor.

The deep pool beneath the waterfall instantly turned into a neatly ordered battlefield.

The Luoying Three Ghosts kept letting out cries of mingled rage and shock.

”You people are truly unreasonable!”

”We’ll cede this Cave Mansion to you, just spare us!”

”Who in the world are you?”

To these shouts and pleas, the Luo Tian Sect crowd did not respond in the slightest; at least before the Supreme Elder spoke, they would not stop their hands.

Standing side by side with Luo Chen at the rear, Deng Taiyue clicked his tongue. ”Brother Luo, you’re using these Ghost Cultivators as practice dummies for your Luo Tian Sect Disciples!”

Luo Chen gave a soft grunt. ”They do need some practice. Otherwise, when another great war breaks out in the future, where will their power to protect themselves come from?”

Hearing this, Deng Taiyue was puzzled.

Now that the great war in the Eastern Wasteland was nearly at its end, although some remnants of the Demon Clan still lurked within the Thirty-six Realms of the Eastern Wasteland, their main forces had ultimately retreated.

Where would more warfare come from?

But Luo Chen did not explain. Instead, he began to remotely point out the combat of those in the midst of battle.

”Ghost Cultivators have no physical body, and naturally no Qi Mechanism. Concentrated attacks are effective but hard to land. You must use coverage attacks to force them to凝聚于一点.”

Wang Yuan, locked in bitter struggle, felt a sudden enlightenment upon hearing this.

The soaring Qi-Blood wolf smoke, with him as its center, began to surge madly, turning into a boundless sea of boiling Qi-Blood.

The endless Ghost Qi that surrounded him sizzled within this supremely yang, supremely firm Qi-Blood, melting away like snow in the spring sun.

The Ghost Emperor’s true body was beginning to show.

And as for how the battle would develop next, Luo Chen did not even need to look to know the outcome.

A Physical Cultivator seeks to condense all attacks into a single point, wasting not the slightest bit, to form an extreme eruption.