Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

”The Breath on this Demon’s body is so damned complicated, and it feels far too familiar to me... it’s Master’s Breath. Why does he have Master’s Breath on him, and there’s another strand of Breath as well...”

Amid the drifting dust, Zhan Bingtao stepped out one stride at a time, Long Spear in hand.

”Who are you? Why did you attack us? Don’t you know we are Cultivators of the Tianyuan Daoist Sect?”

Facing all these questions, the Golden Robed man slowly raised the Longsword in his hand.

”I am Di Tu, under Alchemy Sect Luo Chen’s command. Today, none of you will set foot on East Yuan Continent!”

Fu Qinglan’s pupils suddenly shrank; she instinctively looked toward Zhan Bingtao.

The other took a deep breath. ”No need for more words—then we fight!”

Fu Qinglan bit her pearly teeth, Longsword in hand, and rushed into the sky together with Zhan Bingtao.

Facing the siege of eight people, Di Tu’s expression did not change.

”He said that as long as I complete this task to Perfection, he’ll grant me freedom. My little sister is still waiting for me, my clansmen are waiting for me as well. Today, you will not cross this Thunder Pool by even half a step!”

Murmuring to himself, Di Tu gripped his Longsword and cleaved toward the distance with a single strike.

This strike did not target any of the eight; instead, it slashed straight at Master Wen, who was adjusting his breath and had no time to react.

While under siege by eight people, Di Tu actually pulled such an unexpected move, beheading the unprepared Master Wen with a single stroke—this scene truly stunned everyone present.

Then, their eyes turned bloodshot with rage.

With Master Wen dead, who here could quickly repair the Teleportation Formation?

Zhan Bingtao roared, ”Kill him!”

Di Tu silently raised his blade.

”Come!”

...

On another side of East Yuan Continent, facing Li Bei Continent.

A Flying Bird circled continuously in the sky.

All of a sudden, the bird’s body stiffened, terror flashing in its eyes.

No less than fifteen Glints flew up from Li Bei Continent, heading toward East Yuan.

Among them, three in particular released unimaginably powerful Breath—clearly Great Cultivators of Late-stage Nascent Soul Level!

”Master’s prediction truly came to pass. Once East Yuan is attacked, Li Bei Continent will definitely send powerful reinforcements.”

”The North Sea Demon Race absolutely did not go all out in delaying the Li Bei Cultivators.”

”No, I have to go inform the others!”

Bai Ou’s Feathered Wings trembled as it prepared to turn back.

However, halfway along the route, it saw two figures approaching it one behind the other.

”Friend Tian Xuan, has the Daoist Sect’s reinforcements arrived?”

Tian Xuan’s form shimmered, revealing her tall figure; overjoyed and surprised, she looked toward the newcomer.

”Master Taiyue!”

Then she cast a wary glance behind him. ”They have indeed arrived, and in great numbers—no fewer than fifteen people.”

Deng Taiyue mused, ”Fifteen, is it?”

Behind him, Stone Guardian said in a muffled voice, ”Master, the enemy’s numbers are a bit much.”

Deng Taiyue shook his head. ”Although it’s a bit more than expected, since I promised Luo Chen, I can hardly turn around and leave.”

He beckoned with one hand, and Stone Guardian immediately understood his meaning.

Earthy yellow Light surged from his body, like soil itself, covering Deng Taiyue and forming a set of incomparably solid armor.

Not only that, it also condensed into a broad Longsword.

Seeing this scene, Tian Xuan was briefly stunned.

That Stone Guardian was actually a spirit-formed boulder?

At this moment, Deng Taiyue’s Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivation Level was laid bare, and the armor and Longsword in his hand were utterly at his command.

Even so, Tian Xuan still said worriedly, ”Among those fifteen, there are three Great Cultivators whose Realm matches your own!”

Deng Taiyue smiled slightly. ”I, Deng, may not rival Daoist Friend Luo Chen, who fought the thirty-six high monks of Hanging Temple alone, but holding off a dozen or so people for a while should not be a problem. Besides, I am not fighting alone.”

”You mean Stone Guardian?” Tian Xuan asked in puzzlement.

Yet Deng Taiyue shook his head and cast his gaze not far away.

On the still relatively calm sea surface, turbid waves suddenly rolled.

A figure walked out from within the great sea, bald-headed with white beard, Prayer Beads hanging at his neck.

He put his hands together and nodded slightly to Deng Taiyue.

”Kong Chan has come as promised; I trust I’m not too late.”

Deng Taiyue also nodded in acknowledgment.

With one man and one Demon, killing fifteen Daoist Sect reinforcements might be beyond their strength, but to block them for a time should be enough.

”Friend Tian Xuan, go and pass on the message. Leave this place to us.”

Tian Xuan was still somewhat worried, but with Luo Chen’s order before her, she did not dare delay any further and hurried away.

After she left, Deng Taiyue and Kong Chan stood where they were, awaiting the enemy’s arrival.

Before a great battle, there was still a moment of leisure.

The two began to chat idly.

”Friend comes from the North Sea? A Demon Cultivator on the Nascent Soul Ninth Layer—truly a rare sight!”

”Although Master Taiyue’s Realm is slightly inferior, this Qi Power imbued with Earth Origin is truly enviable.”

”How do you view the coming battle?”

”How else can I view it? This poor monk has no choice and can only grit his teeth and charge. The question is, how does Master Taiyue dare to hold the pass alone? If this poor monk were to break his word, what would you do then?”

”Hahaha, since I, Deng, have given my word, even if it’s a Sea of Fire and a mountain of blades, I have no choice but to make the trip!”

As the two conversed, those fifteen Glints were already slowly coming into view.

Upon the vast sea, two figures barred the path of the fifteen.

No words were needed; the great battle was about to erupt!

Just then, from the Nine Heavens above, a blood-colored Liuguang suddenly fell, crashing heavily into the midst of the fifteen.

Amid cries of alarm, the blood Light surged out, transforming into a Blood Sea, while black Demonic Qi condensed into hundreds of human-shaped figures.

Kong Chan’s pupils constricted as he cried out, ”It’s him!”

Deng Taiyue frowned. ”Who is that man?”

Kong Chan hesitated, not knowing how to introduce him.

Was it Feng Independent Cultivator... or Fengling Hermit?