dicine Peak.
Wang Qianhe's residence.
After sending off the ssenger, Yann Xu, the placid mask on Wang Qianhe's face instantly contorted into a sinister snarl.
CRASH!
Without a second thought, he smashed an exquisite antique vase on the floor.
Wang Qianhe roared in a low voice, "Making compete in alchemy against so snot-nosed brat! A brilliant idea, Qin Tiansheng. After all these years, do you still think I'm a puppet on your strings for you to command as you please?"
If Yann Xu hadn't left, he would have been utterly shocked to hear this.
Who was Qin Tiansheng?
He was none other than Elder Yao, and that was his secular na.
But this na hadn't been used in a very long ti, so much so that everyone had forgotten Elder Yao's real na.
All they knew was the na "Elder Yao."
And what Wang Qianhe said next would have been even more shocking had anyone heard it.
His face was grim as he laughed coldly. "Soon. In two more months, the Thousand Poison Pill I've so ticulously prepared for you will be complete. When that ti cos, Qin Tiansheng, let's see how you die!"
"And after you're dead, I'll take good care of your descendants, and Cheng Boxuan, too! That diocre fool actually dares to tell what to do!"
As Wang Qianhe spoke, the gloom on his face completely lted away, replaced by a triumphant grin.
No one could have ever imagined that he, Qin Tiansheng's top disciple, was solely focused on bringing about his master's death!
Once Qin Tiansheng is dead!
He would be the only Fifth-level Great Pharmacist in the entire Purple Sun Sect. Only then would he truly be the master of dicine Peak.
There would be no one left to restrain him.
At this thought, Wang Qianhe laughed, his smile growing ever more smug.
But as he laughed, his expression darkened once more.
He had thought of Yang Xiao and his father.
"A pair of fools. I deigned to deceive you for your Secret Skill. That was showing you respect, yet you dare to cause trouble? You're practically courting death!"
"Especially that little piece of trash. He actually thinks he can challenge in three days? Hmph! Do you think a good-for-nothing like you can shake my, Wang Qianhe's, status?"
The more Wang Qianhe thought about it, the more furious he beca.
A genuine killing intent toward Yang Xiao and his father flared within him.
In his view, 'If I decide to trick you and take your things, you should just obediently hand them over.'
'If you don't...'
'Then death is your only option!'
This was Wang Qianhe's philosophy.
...
Ti flew by, and soon, the appointed third day arrived.
On this day, the entire Purple Sun Sect was in an uproar over the event.
Many prominent figures from the Inner Courtyard made a special trip to the Outer Mansion.
Thanks to Elder Yao's intervention, the duel was scheduled to take place in the plaza outside Juhua Studio.
A crowd had been gathering there since early morning.
By the ti Yang Xiao arrived at the appointed hour, the area was already a sea of people.
It was impossible to even squeeze through.
"Young Master, are you scared?"
Yang Ying asked, a curious look on his face.
Ever since they learned that Yang Xiong had died at Yang Xiao's hands, Yang Ying and the other six had grown even more respectful of him.
They had unanimously decided to address Yang Xiao as "Young Master," not "Young Lord" as they used to.
Don't underestimate the significance of this change in title.
One implied a servant, the other a retainer who had pledged his life.
Now, Yang Ying and the other six willingly considered themselves Yang Xiao's retainers.
It was tantamount to placing their lives in his hands, which showed the high regard they held for Yang Xiao.
Of course, this wasn't just because of Yang Xiong's death. There was also the Seven Evils Life and Death Technique. Of all of them, Yang Ying had learned this new Secret Skill the fastest.
In just a few days, he was already about to reach the stage of Minor Achievent.
This had greatly surprised Yang Xiao.
After all, although the Seven Evils Life and Death Technique was just a Cultivation Technique simplified from a Great Divine Technique, to be able to cultivate it to near Minor Achievent in such a short ti... this level of talent was extraordinary.
At least, his aptitude for the Seven Evils Life and Death Technique was extraordinary.
Therefore, at Yang Ying's request, he had allowed him to tag along and attend this alchemy duel.
"Hmph, of course the Young Lord isn't scared,"
Yun'Er had co along as well, and she pouted as she spoke.
She was clearly a little displeased with Yang Ying's question.
Over the past few days, in between his own training, Yang Xiao had noticed Yun'Er practicing hard, so he had offered her so pointers. That was when he discovered that the little girl's innate talent was remarkable.
She actually possessed a latent Water Spirit Body. Delighted, he taught her a Technique simplified from a Water Elent Great Divine Technique. Once she started cultivating it, her progress was unstoppable.
In just a few days, the little girl had broken through three successive realms and was now at the First Layer of the Martial Artist cultivation level.
The young girl was already very close to Yang Xiao, and now that she had improved so drastically, she wouldn't tolerate anyone showing the slightest doubt in him.
Yang Xiao himself, however, knew Yang Ying's energetic personality and didn't mind at all.
"Alright, let's go in,"
Yang Zhentian said with a faint smile.
These past few days, with Yang Xiao's guidance, he too had made great progress.
Although he hadn't broken through to the Innate Realm to reach the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he had successfully condensed the Earth Evil Array, allowing him to unleash power comparable to that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
And since the Starburst Skill was itself a very powerful cultivation Technique, Yang Xiao hadn't taught him any other Divine Power Secret Skills.
After all, a person's energy is limited.
Ten entry-level Divine Power Secret Skills were far inferior to a single Divine Power Secret Skill cultivated to Minor Achievent.
Furthermore, whether it was the Body Refining Third Stage, the Innate Realm, the Martial Grandmaster realm, or the Martial Saint Third Tier, these were all considered the Mortal Martial Level. Cultivating Divine Power Secret Skills at this stage was not actually suitable.
The only reason Yang Xiao could cultivate them was because of the foundation he had built in his previous two lives.
Even so, the number of Divine Power Secret Skills he could currently cultivate was very small, and he was extrely cautious in his choices.
He didn't cultivate them blindly.
"Look, it's Yang Zhentian and his son!"
The mont their group appeared, they imdiately drew the attention of the onlookers.
Many people spontaneously parted, forming a path for them.
Yang Xiao scanned the crowd and saw many faces from his mories. So were fellow disciples who had joined the sect with him, while others were elders who had once taught him.
For instance, Elder Huaa, who had once accepted him as a Direct Disciple only for the matter to be quietly dropped later, was among them.
However, his expression was not pleasant when he looked at Yang Xiao.
He had clearly found out about Yang Xiao using his na three days ago.
But Yang Xiao couldn't care less about him.
'Using his na was just taking back the hefty discipleship gift I gave him back then.'
'What does he think?'
'Is he angry?'
'I don't give a damn.'
Instead, his attention was drawn to the few high-ranking figures on the plaza's main platform.
In the very center was the true master of Juhua Studio, Elder Yao, with Cheng Boxuan standing behind him.
Below Elder Yao, there were only two chairs.
In the left chair sat an old man in golden robes, his gaze as scorching and sharp as a hawk's.
Yang Xiao recognized this man.
It was the head of the Law Enforcent Hall, Ye Zongling, a Martial Arts Grandmaster who had once had a conflict with his father.
Standing behind him was a middle-aged man, also dressed in purple robes. This was his son, Ye Lingtian, the Deputy Head of the Law Enforcent Hall and a cultivator at the Peak of the Innate Ninth Layer.
Standing beside Ye Lingtian was a young man in azure robes.
Upon seeing Yang Xiao approach, his eyes filled with disdain, his face a mask of arrogance.
He bore a strong resemblance to Ye Chenghao, the man Yang Xiao had incinerated.
'If I'm not mistaken, he must be the leading figure of the Ye Family's third generation—Ye Chengzong, a True Disciple of the Purple Sun Sect.'
'The Ye Family really holds my father and in high regard, sending the leading figures of all three generations. But judging by their current expressions, they probably don't know that Ye Chenghao is dead yet, do they? Otherwise, how could they be so calm?'
Yang Xiao sneered inwardly.
His eyes, however, subconsciously shifted to the other chair.
Seated there was a gaunt, middle-aged man who exuded a rather cold and sinister aura.
Upon seeing this man, Yang Xiao's expression darkened.
Because this was Wang Qianhe!
'The man who deceived his father, caused the tragic deaths of his seven sworn brothers, and then had the audacity to turn the tables and persecute him and his father. A truly worthless, dog-like bastard!'
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