Rumble—
The spiritual energy of the peak Mahayana Stage erupted like a volcano.
Wuchen's eyes were blood-red, his robes billowing as he took a stance, looking ready to drag Zhang Mingyuan down to the grave with him.
“Whoa, Old Chen, calm down.”
Zhang Mingyuan calmly reached out his right hand and made a grasping motion in the air.
A moment later...
Inside the grand palace, the poor Alchemy Emperor was easily held aloft in midair by Zhang Mingyuan, his legs kicking wildly in futile resistance.
“Hehehe, Old Chen, what are you doing?”
Zhang Mingyuan looked up, teasing him cheerfully.
“You couldn't beat me back then, and now that I've become an immortal, you still want to fight me?”
“Isn't this just sheer nonsense?”
Wuchen struggled within the giant hand manifested by Zhang Mingyuan, his face—usually warm and jade-like—now flushed bright red.
“Damn you, Zhang Mingyuan! You shameless old scoundrel! Put me down this instant! A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!”
“No way, no way! Unless you agree to help me refine the pills, I'll keep dangling you like this and let all your disciples and grand-disciples on Xuanhe Mountain come and admire their beloved Alchemy Emperor's current majestic posture.”
Zhang Mingyuan wore the expression of a total rogue.
Wuchen trembled with rage.
“Don't you have Bai Lumian? Ask her to refine them for you! Why do you have to latch onto me?!”
Dammit!
Wuchen cursed furiously in his mind.
As the grand Alchemy Emperor, a peak Mahayana Stage powerhouse, where in the Xuanling Realm did he not walk with immense prestige and receive the adoration of tens of thousands?
When those sacred ground leaders and reclusive old monsters saw him, who among them wouldn't politely address him as the Alchemy Emperor?
Yet, he just had to run into a bane like Zhang Mingyuan!
It was like an innocent maiden encountering a bandit coming down the mountain to kidnap a bride, or a scholar meeting an unreasonable, thuggish soldier!
He was completely countered by this man's shameless antics!
“Hey, Old Chen, that's where you're wrong.”
Zhang Mingyuan pulled back his smile and shook his head solemnly.
“Although Bai Lumian can refine pills, she's more skilled in compounding medicine and medical principles.”
“When it comes to the Dao of Alchemy, looking across the entire Xuanling Realm, you, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen, are unmatched throughout history!”
“This Three Essences Concentric Pill is an Immortal-grade item. Other than you, who else could refine it to such perfect quality?”
Hearing these words, Wuchen, who had still been struggling, suddenly froze. A look of smug pride surged onto his face.
“But of course!”
“I have tempered my body with the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, tasted one hundred and eight thousand kinds of immortal herbs in the Xuanling Realm, and blown up exactly nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine top-grade cauldrons before attaining a sudden enlightenment of the Dao of Alchemy's origin between life and death to earn this title of Alchemy Emperor!”
“A mere Immortal-grade pill is nothing more than child's play in my eyes!”
“Yes, yes, yes, exactly!”
Zhang Mingyuan immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at grain, giving him a big thumbs-up.
“Lord Alchemy Emperor is truly awesome! You are the most incredible alchemist I have ever seen! Unprecedented and unmatched!”
Wuchen felt completely comfortable all over from this direct, crude praise. The grievance in his heart actually dissipated by more than half.
He tried his best to keep a straight face to maintain his aloof persona, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than a bucking bronco.
“Hmph, at least you have some sense.”
Wuchen coughed twice and cast a downward glance at Zhang Mingyuan.
“If you put me down now and apologize to me solemnly, I might just show some mercy and agree to refine this batch of pills for you.”
Hearing this, Zhang Mingyuan's eyes lit up. With a grand wave of his hand, he dispelled the giant hand manifested from his magic.
Wuchen landed steadily on the ground and tidied up his somewhat disheveled white Daoist robe.
“Great, you said it! Whoever goes back on their word is a dog!” Zhang Mingyuan said with a grin.
Wuchen looked at Zhang Mingyuan, a confident smile playing at the corners of his lips.
He simply didn't believe that Zhang Mingyuan, now a grand Immortal Lord and a high-and-mighty Red Dust Immortal...
Would actually lower his face for a mere batch of pills to apologize to him, a defeated opponent and former love rival?
The powerful all had their dignity, let alone an eccentric fellow like Zhang Mingyuan!
However, in the next second, Wuchen's smile froze on his face.
Zhang Mingyuan cast aside his playful demeanor, his expression turning incredibly solemn.
He cupped his hands with absolute seriousness and bowed a full ninety degrees to Wuchen, his voice loud and brimming with emotion:
“Lord Alchemy Emperor! I was wrong just now! I shouldn't have offended your majesty, nor should I have used force against you!”
“I beg you to be magnanimous and help me refine this batch of pills!”
“Your great kindness is something I, Zhang Mingyuan, will never forget as long as I live!”
!!!
At this sight, Wuchen's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his jaw almost hit his toes.
No, wait, how does this guy hold such a high position yet apologize so smoothly???
This speed of changing faces, this posture of bowing and begging without any psychological burden whatsoever, was more practiced than a mortal actor!
If it were him, Wuchen, even if someone held a blade to his throat, he could never lower his head and admit his mistake so easily!
Wuchen stared blankly at Zhang Mingyuan, who remained in his bowing posture, feeling his entire worldview take a massive blow.
The bellyful of difficult demands he had prepared was now completely stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Sigh, whatever.
Things had already reached this point. A grand Red Dust Immortal had bowed and apologized to him.
If he continued to put on airs, it would make him look petty instead.
Moreover, these pills... were ultimately for Jinxue.
“Fine...”
Wuchen waved his hand weakly, looking as though all his energy had been drained in an instant.
“Zhang Mingyuan, you're something else... I yield.”
Hearing this, Zhang Mingyuan immediately straightened up, a grin spreading across his face.
The Alchemy Emperor looked at the grin on Zhang Mingyuan's face, feeling that something was off.
He frowned, carefully reflecting on everything that had just transpired.
He was clearly the victim here. He had given up his immortal herb, had to refine dual cultivation pills for his love rival, and had even been humiliated by being dangled in midair...
So how was it that in the end, he had willingly agreed, and even felt a little satisfied?
Could he, the grand Alchemy Emperor, have been psychologically manipulated?
No way! Absolutely impossible!
Wuchen shook his head vigorously, casting this terrifying thought out of his mind.
He was the proud Alchemy Emperor. How could he be manipulated by a rogue like Zhang Mingyuan?
He was just... just showing mercy for Jinxue's sake!
Yes, that was exactly it!!!
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