Immortality Begins as an Alchemy Master 162

Chapter 141: A Cornered Beast Still Fights (Tired, tired, I really can’t hold on anymore)

“Ocean-Breaking Wave Technique, Duan! Qian! Kun!”

Gritting his teeth, he spat out each word, “Duan Qiankun,” from his mouth. He clutched at his neck, blood continuously seeping out.

In the brilliant lamplight, an extremely aged man, looking like a flickering candle in the wind, slowly emerged. He reached out, grasping a deep blue flying sword. A faint sense of surging waves seemed to be held within his hand.

Looking up at the shocked and enraged Mi Shuhua, Duan Qiankun offered a bitter smile. “I’m sorry, I promised someone else, to make a move for him once.”

“Someone else! Who is this someone else? Can they outweigh our hundred-year friendship?”

Mi Shuhua roared, like a furious demonic beast.

The next moment, a whistling wind swept around them. A familiar voice entered his ears.

“Daoist Friend Mi, long time no see!”

Mi Shuhua looked at the smiling face, a face that once mirrored his own welcoming smile.

“Elder Zhou!”

“I can honestly say I haven’t offended your Lianyun Merchant Alliance. Even after Broken Mountain Sect won the debate platform competition, I increased our cooperation and even lowered the supply price by 10%.”

Elder Zhou sighed, “I was truly satisfied with your sincerity, but unfortunately, the other elders in the Alliance… aren’t so satisfied. And…”

“And a man with valuable treasures invites disaster!”

Another figure emerged from the night, walking on the water. Wang Haichao’s expression was solemn. “Hand over the storage ring you obtained from the Golden Elixir Ruins, and everything inside!”

“There are no Golden Core-forming elixirs inside!” Mi Shuhua’s steps retreated, while continuously offering explanations.

Suddenly, he stopped. An extreme cold energy formed a towering ice wall hundreds of meters long, blocking his retreat.

“Whether it’s there or not, isn’t up to you to decide. The storage ring of the Ghost God Valley Supreme Elder, without Golden Core-forming elixirs? I don’t believe it!”

Mi Shuhua’s jaw clenched, the flesh on his round face trembling.

The Nangong family head—Nangong Jin!

Seeing Nangong Jin appear, Mi Shuhua knew that the situation was beyond redemption. He looked around, suppressing his frantic rage.

“Since all four of you have shown yourselves, then Daoist Friend Li Yixian, there’s no need to hide anymore, is there?”

“Senior Mi’s methods are extraordinary, so I’ll refrain from showing myself.”

In the night, a voice, flitting from left to right, front to back, like a ghost.

“I don’t ask for much, only the Broken Mountain Sect’s Beast Hall, and two or three safe hunting grounds in the ancient mountain range.”

Mi Shuhua scoffed, “Is this little something worth your effort?”

“Alas, for the sake of my family, I’m forced to do this.”

The ghostly voice echoed again, followed by a chuckle.

“Besides, it’s not just me; your old friend, Senior Duan Qiankun, is also doing the same.”

Mi Shuhua froze, looking down at the oldest man in the group.

In the Mi family grounds, Duan Qiankun sighed lightly.

“The Foundation Establishment Pill from the auction didn’t help my Duan family’s prodigy break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. My lifespan is nearing its end, and I must cultivate a Foundation Establishment cultivator for the family. I had no choice but to use an eight-hundred-year-old Heavenly Root as collateral and agree to Elder Zhou’s request.”

“But do you know that I also have a Foundation Establishment Pill!” Mi Shuhua growled.

Duan Qiankun shook his head, “Old friend, why deceive yourself? The benefits you receive aren’t that easily obtained. That Foundation Establishment Pill, you’ve played with it too much; it’s not my turn.”

Mi Shuhua was stunned, past events surfacing in his mind, a bitter taste on his tongue.

He’s played too many tricks, even his long-time friend no longer trusts him!

Enemies surrounded him, five Foundation Establishment cultivators blocking all directions. He was trapped in a desperate situation.

With a sliver of hope, Mi Shuhua looked at Elder Zhou, “Business is business, why the need to exterminate? In future business dealings, I’ll give you an extra 20% profit, how about that? No, 30%!”

Elder Zhou, intrigued, stroked his chin, seemingly considering this possibility.

“Daoist Friend Nangong!” Mi Shuhua called out to the back. “Your family moved from the Snow Lotus Market to the Great River Market; I presume you haven’t acquired any good spirit veins? My Mi family, though humble, possesses a branch of a spirit vein beneath our forbidden grounds, whose effects are not inferior to the main vein. If augmented with a spirit gathering array, it can nearly reach the potency of a second-rank spirit vein! If you are interested, Mi will gladly offer it!”

Nangong Jin raised an eyebrow, somewhat tempted.

“Daoist Friend Li! The Beast Hall and hunting grounds you seek are not worth expending your spiritual energy. If you let me go, I can give you a map, recording the areas explored by Broken Mountain Sect for a hundred years on the outskirts of the ancient mountain range, with free access!”

Before Li Yixian could respond, Mi Shuhua took a deep breath and looked at Duan Qiankun.

“Old friend, this time we exchange sincerity for sincerity. I’ll give you the Foundation Establishment Pill, and you return to the Duan family. And I will make a Great Dao oath, after your death, regardless of whether your Duan family prodigy reaches the Foundation Establishment stage or not, I will protect your Duan family for a hundred years!”

One condition after another was offered.

Four out of the five present were tempted. Mi Shuhua’s conditions weren’t empty promises or inflated prices but were genuinely within his capabilities. His sincerity was evident.

Suddenly, a soft voice echoed.

“Am I so insignificant to Daoist Friend Wang?”

Mi Shuhua turned abruptly, “A fickle villain, what terms do I have to discuss with you!”

His righteous indignation showcased his commitment to keeping promises.

For a moment, Wang Haichao felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He had indeed made numerous deals with Mi Shuhua, even forging a written agreement after the debate platform competition, promising not to attack for a period.

Now the Great River Gang, with other forces, was launching a full-scale attack on Broken Mountain Sect. This was certainly breaking their agreement.

The others also looked at Wang Haichao with strange expressions.

Mi Shuhua’s words were righteous, but his heart was pounding frantically.

Suddenly!

Elder Zhou laughed.

The others, confused, looked at him.

“Elder Zhou, is there anything else you’re not satisfied with?”

Elder Zhou shook his head, “Your conditions are truly excellent, I must admit, they impressed me. But I’m curious about one thing. After giving away so much, what qualifications do you have left to cooperate with our Lianyun Merchant Alliance?”

Mi Shuhua froze. He’d overlooked something; in his haste, the conditions he offered had become contradictory.

Shaking his head violently, he quickly said, “Because I’m a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, with a hundred years of lifespan left!”

“Not enough!”

“Luo Chen! Yes, Luo Chen, he is definitely qualified!”

“Oh?”

“Dan Chenzi, Luo Chen’s Daoist name is Dan Chenzi. He possesses extremely prodigious Alchemy talent, producing mid-grade elixirs with an astonishing success rate. With this person, the Lianyun Merchant Alliance will undoubtedly rapidly expand and become one of the top merchant alliances in the Jade Tripod Domain!”

Hearing the Daoist name Dan Chenzi, Elder Zhou’s eyes lit up. This condition was truly excellent.

“I accept your conditions!”

These words were like a pardon. Mi Shuhua was about to burst with excitement.

However, the next sentence froze him in place.

“But you still have to hand over the Ghost God Valley Supreme Elder’s storage ring, and give up your artifact.”

Elder Zhou shrugged. “There’s no way, the opportunity for a Golden Core is before us, I can’t give it up, and I presume the other Daoist friends feel the same.”

Mi Shuhua’s heart sank to the bottom. He looked around. Wang Haichao sneered, Nangong Jin was greedy, and Duan Qiankun lowered his head, his expression unreadable.

“Hahaha…”

A mournful laugh escaped Mi Shuhua’s lips.

“Surrender my artifact, wouldn’t I become a lamb to the slaughter? Do you really think I, Mi Shuhua, am a fool?”

“It’s not like that, we can leave first… wait!”

Elder Zhou’s face changed rapidly, instantly becoming cold and still.

“Attack!”

“He’s buying time!”

Before the words fell, a blaze of fire illuminated the night like day.

The other four also reacted instantly, saying nothing more, each using their methods.

At this moment, Mi Shuhua finally stopped pretending. All his previous conditions, words, and expressions were a ruse to buy time.

Unfortunately, even after all that time, reinforcements hadn’t arrived.

“Fine!”

“Let’s have a fight then!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless flying wheels, centered on him, shot out abruptly, the void seeming to shatter.

A black and white aura erupted from his body, enveloping him completely. Attack artifacts! Defense artifacts!

Not only that, he swallowed a pill, his eyes turning scarlet.

With a hand gesture, a small tower spiraled out from his palm and slammed into the ground. In an instant, it transformed into a tower thirty zhang high, towering over the earth, pulverizing half of the Mi family grounds.

Standing atop the tower, Mi Shuhua roared:

“If you want my life, you’ll have to pay a price!”

(End of Chapter)

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