Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 479: Chapter 479 Dragon Clan Ancestors Chapter 479: Chapter 479 Dragon Clan Ancestors “The Pill Emperor actually took notice of me!”

Overjoyed to the extreme, Han Kun never dreamt of such a moment; the excitement on his old face was impossible to hide.

If this were a dream, Han Kun would rather never wake up and dream on forever.

The divine skill of One-Thought Pill Concoction is a symbol of the Pill Emperor!

To follow the Pill Emperor is a blessing Han Kun has cultivated over eight lifetimes, and something countless others would envy to death.

As a Sixth Grade Alchemist, Han Kun held great prestige in the Wuji Domain. With him joining the Dragon God Palace, Feng Wuchen would be able to leave at any time without worrying about the safety of the people of the Dragon God Palace.

“Pill Emperor, is this the Dragon God Palace you are referring to? The one that was recently established?” Han Kun respectfully asked.

“Indeed, I am the Hall Master of the Dragon God Palace,” Feng Wuchen nodded.

A newly established power greatly needs Alchemists, and with an Alchemist presiding, who would dare to provoke them?

Han Kun was not foolish; he could think of this himself, and also knew that Feng Wuchen did not merely notice him, but rather Han Kun was fortunate and the Dragon God Palace just happened to be in need of an Alchemist.

“I earnestly request the Pill Emperor to take me as a disciple! I am willing to stay by the Pill Emperor’s side wholeheartedly, without any second thoughts,” Nie Fengyun had made up his mind and immediately knelt down to pay his respects.

The Pill Emperor was like a deity; to become his disciple meant that one’s future achievements would be boundless.

This golden opportunity, once missed, would leave one without even tears to cry.

Feng Wuchen glanced at Nie Fengyun and smiled, “The Dragon God Palace is indeed in need of an Alchemist. I shall take you as my disciple, which will allow me to leave and attend to other matters with peace of mind.”

Upon hearing this, Nie Fengyun was overjoyed, never expecting Feng Wuchen to agree so readily.

“Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!” Nie Fengyun repeatedly kowtowed.

Nie Fengyun’s successful apprenticeship was something even he himself had not anticipated to be so easy.

“No way?” Zhang Junlan was stunned; it was the first time he ever saw Feng Wuchen accept a disciple so readily.

“I will remove the fire poison from you, and you will stay at the auction house thereafter, in charge of the medicinal materials. Any precious materials must be sent to the Dragon God Palace, and also, help me find a thousand-year Immortal Spirit Stone!” Feng Wuchen commanded.

“A thousand-year Immortal Spirit Stone?” Lin Moyang’s expression drastically changed.

“Immortal Spirit Stones are exceedingly rare, let alone a thousand-year Immortal Spirit Stone! It’s impossible to find!” Lin Moyang inwardly exclaimed.

“Yes! Disciple will do his utmost to find it!” Nie Fengyun reverently answered, regardless of the difficulty, he would accomplish the first task his Master had given, even if it meant climbing a mountain of swords or plunging into a sea of flames.

“Finding a thousand-year Immortal Spirit Stone is no easy task; even hearing news of one would suffice,” Feng Wuchen spoke indifferently, as the fire of the Dragon Clan once again surged, devouring the fire poison within Nie Fengyun’s body clean.

“Thank you, Master!” Nie Fengyun kowtowed again, all this coming so abruptly, that he could scarcely believe it was real.

The terrifying methods of Feng Wuchen struck fear into Lin Moyang and Bai Lihen.

Who else in the world could effortlessly eradicate such a fearsome fire poison with a wave of their hand?

“The realm of the Pill Emperor, the lives of all the Alchemists and Artifact Refiners on the Mainland, are all in the hands of the Pill Emperor!” Lin Moyang inwardly exclaimed with fear.

“With the Pill Emperor establishing the Dragon God Palace, Wuji Domain might soon see a change of heavens, and even the entire Mainland will tremble,” the more Lin Moyang thought about it, the more frightened he became, his complexion turning deathly pale.

Turning his gaze to Han Kun, Feng Wuchen said, “Han Kun, later I will give you some formulas. You are responsible for concocting Elixirs to support the cultivation of our Dragon God Palace brothers.”

“Yes!” Han Kun respectfully answered.

“Pill Emperor, in one month, the Illusion Sea Realm will start its Alchemy Conference. I wonder if the Pill Emperor might be interested?” Han Kun then asked.

“An Alchemy Conference?” Feng Wuchen slightly started.

“When the time comes, many alchemists from the Wuji Domain will attend the Alchemy Conference,” Han Kun said with respect.

“Depending on the situation, I might find the time to have a look,” Feng Wuchen nodded, effectively agreeing to it.

Han Kun said excitedly, “That’s wonderful! With the Pill Emperor taking part, you will surely awe the crowd, showing them what true alchemy is! With the Pill Emperor’s skills, subduing them will be as easy as flipping one’s hand!”

After leaving the auction, Han Kun followed Feng Wuchen to the Dragon God Palace.

Zhang Junlan had already collected all the medicinal materials and returned to the Dragon God Palace, where Feng Wuchen began concocting the Spiritual Liquid immediately, asking Yanran to heal within the Spiritual Liquid.

Her meridians were too fragile, and the elixirs were too potent for Yanran to bear. Only through the Spiritual Liquid, which could neutralize the violent and fearsome medicine strength, could Yanran absorb it and heal her damaged meridians.

The efficacy of the Spiritual Liquid was extremely strong, and Zhang Junlan, who was guarding by the side, was ecstatic, like an excited little cat, bouncing around joyfully.

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With Han Kun in charge of the Dragon God Palace, Feng Wuchen could cultivate with peace of mind.

In the space of the Seventh Layer of the Nine Layers Qiankun Tower, Feng Wuchen sat cross-legged, blood qi rising from the palms of his hands, flashing a dazzling bloody light.

This was a mysterious power hidden within his bloodline.

Feng Wuchen needed to figure out what exactly this power was.

“This mysterious force has not increased at all; even though I have awoken some of it, it is already terrifying. My body is somewhat unable to withstand it. If it all bursts out, I’m afraid I would turn to ash,” Feng Wuchen thought to himself.

This mysterious force was so terrifying that even Feng Wuchen was extremely wary of it.

The origin of this mysterious power was located at the center of the Qi Sea, which resembled a starry sky. In the central region, there was a blood-colored energy – this was the source of the mysterious power.

However, what puzzled Feng Wuchen was that the source of this mysterious power actually came from the Ancient Golden Dragon Seal.

The mysterious power was hidden within the Ancient Golden Dragon Seal!

“What exactly is this power?” Feng Wuchen couldn’t explain it, and there was no memory of this mysterious power in the Evil Dragon’s divine memories either.

As Feng Wuchen pondered, the Martial Soul of the Ancient Golden Dragon Seal on his forehead suddenly flashed with golden light.

This was not Feng Wuchen’s doing, but an action that initiated on its own.

Feng Wuchen was greatly taken aback and somewhat at a loss, never having encountered such a bizarre occurrence.

“The Ancient Golden Dragon Seal is not under my control!” Feng Wuchen became somewhat panicked.

At that moment, the Ancient Golden Dragon Seal resembled a living creature, its dragon head swaying as though it wanted to burst forth from Feng Wuchen’s forehead.

While Feng Wuchen was in a state of shock, a golden light shot out from the Ancient Golden Dragon Seal, revealing a golden dragon.

“Roar!”

As soon as the golden dragon appeared, its roar echoed through the space, filled with a supremely terrifying aura!

Feng Wuchen watched in stunned silence as the dragon, about the size of a human, and exclaimed in fear, “An Ancient Golden Dragon! My Martial Soul is actually alive!”

“How could a Martial Soul be alive?” Feng Wuchen had barely finished speaking when the golden dragon conveyed an ancient voice.

Feng Wuchen’s expression changed drastically, staring in shock at the golden dragon, “Are… are you the one speaking?”

“I am an ancestor of the Dragon Clan!” the ancient voice spoke again from the golden dragon, which then slowly transformed into a human shape, turning into an old man clad in a white robe.

The elder’s hair and beard were white, radiating an air of immortal presence, his body emitting a vast, surging aura.

He was an ancestor of the Dragon Clan!