Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1642: Chapter 605: Great Zhou Imperial Family, Encounter with a Dragon at the Lake Bottom_2

After finishing his words, he leisurely disappeared into the depths of the mist.

This time, Huangfu Song did not chase after him.

Standing still, the man’s expression was a mix of uncertainty and gloom.

In the end, he looked hatefully in the direction where Moyun Cave Lord had left.

”That old geezer, usually hiding his sharpness and acting as though he’s mild-mannered. Handling affairs with such tact. Even after discovering that I’m using him as a pawn, he still kindly decided to remind me.”

Cursing silently in his heart, he bore no real resentment toward Moyun Cave Lord.

The things spoken by the other party could be considered heartfelt and sincere.

But!

How could Huangfu Song abandon his half-completed grand ambition!

Especially now, when the world was chaotic and the North Sea in turmoil—this was a golden opportunity to fish in troubled waters and establish his own forces.

It wasn’t about craving power.

In truth, being all alone, how could he easily break through to the Nascent Soul Stage?

Zi Hou?

That elder herself had been stuck at the Ninth Layer of Golden Core for years, unable to make any progress. Her so-called reliance on the Demonic Beast Hunter path and the support from the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering proved to be wishful thinking; that final step towards the Nine Stars was just never achieved.

Even she was struggling with her own predicaments; how could she possibly offer him more support?

Only by cultivating his own forces, gathering talents, and building a power of his own could he accumulate enough resources to seize even a sliver of opportunity for Nascent Soul Formation, leveraging the legacy of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Song felt greatly vexed.

These matters, though seemingly simple, were stuck at the very first step.

Cultivating forces and gathering talents—at the very least, a stable sect base would be necessary to give people peace of mind!

The Eight Hundred Li Penghu was precisely the piece of prime Spirit Vein Land he had chosen to temporarily ease through his initial stage of establishment.

But who would have thought, upon returning from a trip, Penghu had already been occupied.

If it were merely some rogue cultivator, it would be trivial—but the land had instead been taken by Demon King Qingyang, a cruel-hearted and audacious individual.

Intimidation through words would certainly fail to compel this person to relinquish Penghu.

He had initially thought that, as a rogue cultivator, Qingyang would have limited financial resources.

His plan was to engineer the situation by having Moyun Cave Lord intervene to cut off Qingyang’s steady income from magic tool business.

Once the five-year lease expired, Qingyang, unable to renew it and having exhausted his savings, would leave Penghu, allowing Huangfu Song to take over without lifting a finger.

Clearly, this scheme had fallen through.

Huangfu Song was unwilling to wait any longer.

”If subtlety doesn’t work, then let’s proceed boldly!”

”That Demon King Qingyang is but a lone figure. When I pay him a visit personally, he’ll have no choice but to hand Penghu over.”

Thinking of the future, Huangfu Song’s earlier irritation dissipated significantly, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

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Inside Peng Island Star Hall.

Tian Xuan hurriedly entered, briefly dazed by the hall’s resplendence.

But quickly, acclimated to the familiar grandeur, she returned to her senses.

”Master, here is the intelligence you requested. I obtained it from the Demon Hunter Bureau; Lord Fishing Elder gave it to me personally.”

”Did he have anything else for you to relay?”

Luo Chen accepted the stack of thick bamboo slips and casually placed them on the desk.

Tian Xuan nodded, ”Indeed, there is. Fishing Elder has encountered difficulties in Body Refinement and wishes to arrange a time to discuss with you.”

This did not surprise Luo Chen.

The path of Body Refinement, while seemingly straightforward—merely accumulating resources—was not without its hurdles at every stage.

Luo Chen himself had navigated it through constant exploration, with mentorship from people like Wang Yuan, a knowledgeable ally, and even relying on the System at key junctures, to finally reach his current accomplishments.

Fishing Elder wishing for easy success was unrealistic.

If he truly succeeded without effort, that would surely invalidate Luo Chen’s century’s worth of painstaking cultivation!

”Next time you visit Longyuan Immortal City, tell Fishing Elder that I have time and he can choose the place.”

Tian Xuan acknowledged with a hum. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly recalled something.

”Master, our five-year lease on Penghu is expiring; Fishing Elder asked whether we’re planning to renew it.”

”Renew! Why wouldn’t we renew?”

With a smile, Luo Chen remarked that the necessary nine million Spirit Stones were not much of an issue for him at the moment.

Previously, he had a substantial twenty million Spirit Stones at his disposal. Even after spending half, the remaining amount was still sufficient.

Although the remaining half would only last him another five years, Luo Chen was not particularly worried.

It wasn’t that his newly launched magic tool business was extraordinarily profitable; its yearly earnings amounted to merely a few hundred thousand pocket change—barely sufficient for financial balance in his Tool Casting Technique endeavors.

His true confidence lay in another cache of resources.

These were the spoils of war from the Coldlight Island battle.

Various resources, miscellaneous unused magic items, and even some obscure artifacts.

Those items had been stockpiled and yet to be liquidated.

However, Luo Chen speculated that when sold, they would generate one or two million Spirit Stones in revenue.

After all, it represented the accumulated wealth of several Golden Core Cultivators.

Especially with contributions from Qian Ting, the leader of a Golden Core Family!

The Spirit Stones from this windfall would suffice to secure Penghu for another twenty or thirty years.

And after those two or three decades, whether it relied on advancements in his magic tool business or returning to the elixir trade, both would cover his cultivation expenses.

In short, Luo Chen had no immediate concerns about Spirit Stone shortages.

Once Tian Xuan left.

Luo Chen opened a bamboo slip.

The first line caught his eye: [History of the North Sea Dynasty’s Succession—Great Zhou]

[Above all lies Divine Transformation, the Holy Land suspended high. The North Sea has a sovereign, known as Yuan Mo. Within its domain, cultivators, despite their domineering conduct, still embrace the perseverance of ascetic cultivation. Required resources are annually tributed by subordinate Nascent Soul Ascendant Sects. Additionally, several worldly dynasties within Yuan Mo Sect directly handle the foundation resources, such as Qian, Zhuang, Zhou, and Yong—each serving as a temporary vassal. Among such dynasties, the Great Zhou Dynasty stood out as an anomaly. And why an anomaly? It was because the Great Zhou Dynasty quietly produced a Nascent Soul True Master...]