Chapter 19: Alchemy

“Are you alright, little lady?” Yang Lingchen asked curiously, reluctantly releasing Feng Xueqing’s perfect, jade-like hand. “Yang Lingchen, you’re finished! I swear I’ll break your third leg!” Feng Xueqing snapped, her expression gradually softening. Her beautiful eyes, however, still glared coldly at Yang Lingchen, as if she wanted to slice him into a thousand pieces. “Feng Xueqing, we don’t seem to have much of a grudge, do we? I just took a Profound Spirit Ginseng from you, didn’t I? I’ll pay you back later, no big deal. I’m leaving now.” Yang Lingchen said, patting her a few times to release the restrictions on her, then leaped away, disappearing into the distant jungle. “Yang Lingchen, you despicable, shameless, lewd scoundrel! Just you wait!” Feng Xueqing fumed. Recalling her earlier reaction, her beautiful cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and her eyes blazed with endless fury. Never in her life had Feng Xueqing been so humiliated by a man. Yet, what truly puzzled her was how incredibly comfortable that feeling had been. It was the first time she had ever experienced such a sensation. *** Within the Inner Sect of the Heavenly Origin Palace. “Brother, have you found that brat yet?” Li Xinyi’s beautiful eyes were filled with rage. She harbored immense resentment towards Yang Lingchen. Never in her life had anyone dared to treat her this way. “Xinyi, don’t rush. I’ve already sent people to investigate, but there are tens of thousands of outer sect disciples. Finding him won’t be easy.” Li Tianxing’s eyes held a hint of coldness. An outer sect disciple had not only beaten his sister but also extorted him. How could he possibly swallow such an insult? “I’ll make sure he wishes he were dead,” Li Xinyi’s eyes gleamed with venom. *** Within the Outer Sect of the Heavenly Origin Palace. “Has that brat returned?” Chen Ming asked, his gaze sharp as he looked at the burly young man before him. “Not yet, but I’ve had people watching his residence. They’ll notify you as soon as he’s back,” the burly young man whispered. “Good. This time, I’ll break all his limbs,” Chen Ming said, a cold glint in his eyes. The thought of the humiliation he suffered at Yang Lingchen’s hands ignited a towering rage within him. *** Heavenly Origin Palace, Mission Hall. Back at the Mission Hall, Yang Lingchen submitted all the tasks he had completed. He also used the large quantity of demon beast corpses he had collected to exchange for a significant amount of merit points. In total, he had earned over twenty thousand merit points. In the Heavenly Origin Sect, disciples could exchange merit points for hunting demon beasts or collecting rare medicinal herbs. After all, many parts of demon beasts were crucial materials for alchemy and artifact refining. Yang Lingchen then used these twenty thousand merit points to exchange for a good amount of alchemy ingredients for the Profound Mystic Realm. Next was alchemy. As long as he had Profound Mystic Realm pills, Yang Lingchen was confident he could quickly break through to the Spirit Profound Realm. Returning to his residence, Yang Lingchen tidied up, preparing to begin alchemy. “Bang…!” “You little bastard, today I’m going to break all your limbs!” Just then, his door was suddenly kicked open. Chen Ming walked in with a sinister look in his eyes, followed by over a dozen of his subordinates. “Damn you, you’re asking for death!” Yang Lingchen’s eyes narrowed. He swung his wolf-tooth club and charged forward. “Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang…!” “That’s for showing off!” “That’s for disturbing me!” “That’s for calling yourself ‘this young master’ in front of me!” “That’s for being so ugly!” “That’s for your foul mouth!” Yang Lingchen swung his wolf-tooth club, delivering a barrage of blows. He had been about to start alchemy, and Chen Ming had burst in. Fortunately, he hadn’t begun yet, or an entire batch of pills would have been ruined. In the face of absolute power, Chen Ming was beaten into a pig’s head by Yang Lingchen in less than a few breaths. Chen Ming’s accompanying subordinates were so terrified by Yang Lingchen’s brutality that they continuously retreated. They knew that Yang Lingchen either didn’t strike, or when he did, he would beat someone mercilessly. “You little bastard, you’re dead! You’ve offended my Fierce Tiger Society. There will be no place for you in the Heavenly Origin Palace’s Outer Sect!” Chen Ming glared at Yang Lingchen with malicious eyes. “Crack, crack.” “Damn you, still trying to act tough!” Yang Lingchen swung two more blows. With two crisp sounds of bone breaking, Chen Ming’s legs were instantly shattered by Yang Lingchen. “Young people can be arrogant, but they shouldn’t be arrogant without a brain. If you’ve already been knocked down and still insist on acting tough, you’re just asking for death.” Yang Lingchen extended his right hand and gently patted Chen Ming’s face, looking like he was lecturing a junior. “You…?” Chen Ming’s heart swelled with rage. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot. “That’s it? Huh, I thought you were someone important!” Yang Lingchen scoffed, directly stripping Chen Ming of his storage bag, then kicked him out. Afterward, Yang Lingchen left his residence. He chose not to continue alchemy there, as it required a very quiet environment. Being disturbed at a crucial moment would result in a significant loss. Yang Lingchen found a hidden spot, concealed the Haotian Jade, and then entered the Haotian Jade space. He took out his alchemy furnace and began to sort the medicinal herbs, weighing each one. Following Ling Juechen’s alchemy memories, Yang Lingchen activated his alchemical flame, controlled the heat, and began adding the herbs to the furnace one by one. Although he possessed the memories of the Pill God Ling Juechen, this was only his second time refining pills, so his technique was still somewhat unpolished. Of course, this "unpolished" was only in comparison to a Pill God like Ling Juechen. Compared to alchemists on the Heavenly Martial Continent, his technique could already be described as masterful. “Bang…” About fifteen minutes later, a batch of top-grade Profound Mystic Pills was successfully refined by Yang Lingchen. “Haha! Top-grade Profound Mystic Pills!” Yang Lingchen laughed heartily. He was very satisfied with the results of this alchemy session. With the Profound Mystic Pills, his cultivation could now rapidly improve. Subsequently, Yang Lingchen immersed himself in alchemy once more. Several hours passed in a flash. After several hours of refining, Yang Lingchen successfully produced twenty more batches of pills. Ten of these were high-grade Profound Mystic Pills, which he intended to sell. To avoid drawing attention, he deliberately refined them into high-grade pills. As for the top-grade pills, he planned to keep them for his own use. After a quick tidy-up, Yang Lingchen quietly left the Haotian Jade space and headed towards the Outer Sect Trading Plaza. He intended to sell some pills there and earn some merit points and spirit stones. Heavenly Origin Palace, Outer Sect Disciple Trading Plaza. Yang Lingchen found an unoccupied stall, set up a table, and placed several high-grade Profound Mystic Pills on it. Then, he erected a sign in front of his stall that read, “High-grade Profound Mystic Pills, one thousand merit points per pill, or thirty low-grade spirit stones.” The Outer Sect Trading Plaza was a place specifically for outer sect disciples to trade items. Many people here sold weapons, medicinal herbs, or cultivation techniques and martial arts. Of course, there were generally no truly good items at the Outer Sect Trading Plaza, only low-grade weapons and basic cultivation techniques and martial arts. After all, no one would be willing to sell their valuable treasures here.