“I say, Alchemy Emperor, you call me a Sword-Bearing Attendant, and I won't hold a grudge against you. But I have another title... have you forgotten it?”
Zhang Mingyuan's voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed in every corner in front of the mountain gate.
Alchemy Emperor Wuchen's heart jolted.
How could he forget?
A thousand years ago, the man before him had used the name of “Qingyun Heaven Sacred Lord” and held a sword named “Dog Slaughterer.” He had single-handedly propped up the fading Qingyun Heaven Sacred Ground and slaughtered the six Buddhist Lords of the Western Desert who had come to besiege them until they trembled in fear, never daring to interfere in the affairs of the Eastern Territory again.
Although he, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen, enjoyed a revered status, it was only in the field of alchemy.
When it came to actual life-and-death combat, he knew very well that he was absolutely no match for Zhang Mingyuan.
But now, in front of so many Myriad Snow Palace disciples, if he backed down, where would he put his face as the Alchemy Emperor?
Wuchen forced down the dread in his heart, a cold, proud expression reappearing on his face.
“Of course this Emperor remembers. The Qingyun Heaven Sacred Lord, Zhang Mingyuan.”
He paused after every word.
“But so what? The present is not the past. You are nothing more than a prisoner by Su Jinxue's side!”
He took a step forward, his momentum building once again:
“Do you dare touch me? I am Alchemy Emperor Wuchen. How many Mahayana Stage cultivators in the Xuanling Realm owe me favors and beg me to refine pills for them? If you so much as lay a finger on me, this Emperor won't even need to lift a hand—countless people will eagerly line up to teach you a lesson!”
These words were both a threat and a way to give himself a way out.
However, Zhang Mingyuan only smiled after hearing this.
It was a smile reserved for looking at a fool.
“Oh? Is that so?”
He lazily picked his ear.
“Then call them. Call as many as you want. It just so happens my bones have been a bit stiff lately; I could use a warm-up.”
He held up his right hand, making a gesture for ten, and said nonchalantly, “I want to fight ten of them!”
“You!”
Alchemy Emperor Wuchen was thoroughly enraged!
This brat was as arrogant as ever, still looking down on him, the Alchemy Emperor, just like before!
“Fine! Very well! You brought this on yourself!”
Wuchen laughed in extreme anger. He suddenly pulled out a sound transmission jade talisman. With a surge of his divine sense, he crushed it instantly!
“This Emperor wants to see how you, Zhang Mingyuan, will end this today!”
The moment his voice fell, the clouds above the Myriad Snow Palace violently churned!
Tear—
Ten massive cracks were torn in space one after another, and ten majestic, vast pressures of the Mahayana Stage crashed down!
Each of them possessed a deep aura and restrained divine light. They were clearly old monsters who had achieved the Dao many years ago.
Even Zhang Mingyuan was momentarily stunned.
Well, well, this kid's connections weren't bad. He really called them over just like that, without a single moment of hesitation.
One against ten... Tsk, that did seem a bit difficult.
However...
“Stop! This is the sacred ground of the Myriad Snow Palace. You are not allowed to run wild here!”
An old man with white hair and beard, wearing the robes of a Myriad Snow Palace elder, teleported into the middle of the field, glaring angrily at Alchemy Emperor Wuchen and the ten Mahayana Stage cultivators.
Alchemy Emperor Wuchen slightly cupped his hands to the old man, though his posture remained arrogant:
“Elder Li, it is not that we wish to run wild, but rather that we are acting on behalf of heaven to teach this ignorant ‘Sword-Bearing Attendant’—who dared to humiliate this Emperor—a lesson!”
He deliberately emphasized the words “Sword-Bearing Attendant” once again.
Hearing this, Elder Li frowned. He then let out a cold snort and stepped to Zhang Mingyuan's side.
“No matter what, Sacred Lord Zhang is someone our Immortal Lord brought back. He is a member of our Myriad Snow Palace! Even if he is in the wrong, he should be disciplined by our Immortal Lord. Since when is it an outsider's place to teach him a lesson?”
Zhang Mingyuan cast a surprised glance at the old man.
Hmm, not bad. This elder has a tough spine. Quite to my liking.
Seeing this, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen's lungs nearly exploded with rage.
First one, now another—every single one of them was protecting this pretty boy!
But he did not dare to actually start a fight in the Myriad Snow Palace. After all, Su Jinxue was the only Red Dust Immortal in this world. Even ten Alchemy Emperors would not be enough to face her.
He could only target Zhang Mingyuan again, his words filled with disdain.
“Zhang Mingyuan, are you even a man? If you have the ability, fight me fair and square! What kind of skill is it to hide behind a woman's protection?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Myriad Snow Palace disciples showed worried expressions.
Zhang Mingyuan, however, laughed. He spread his hands, looking completely innocent.
“Of course I'm a man. Just because you say I'm not, does that make it true?”
He paused, and then, in an extremely punchable tone, he bragged:
“Besides, I have Immortal Lord Su to protect me. Do you? I bet you're dying of envy, you dog!”
“Pfft—”
Someone couldn't hold it in and let out a snicker.
Immediately after, the Myriad Snow Palace disciples present could no longer restrain themselves, covering their mouths as they giggled.
This Sacred Lord Zhang's mouth was as toxic as ever!
Back in the day, even their Immortal Lord had suffered countless times because of that tongue of his.
Hearing the snickers around him, Alchemy Emperor Wuchen's handsome face turned the color of pig liver. He pointed at Zhang Mingyuan, trembling with rage.
“You... You! Zhang Mingyuan, do you dare to fight me?!”
“Why wouldn't I dare?”
Before his voice even faded, Zhang Mingyuan soared into the air, his robes fluttering in the wind, carrying the demeanor of a peerless expert.
Seeing this, a sinister look flashed in Alchemy Emperor Wuchen's eyes. He waved his hand toward the ten Mahayana Stage experts.
“Fellow Daoists, attack! Give this Zhang Mingyuan a thorough lesson! Once it is done, this Emperor will surely reward you handsomely!”
Hearing this, the ten Mahayana Stage experts nodded. They then cupped their hands toward Zhang Mingyuan in unison. “Sacred Lord Zhang, pardon our offense!”
With that, the ten were about to make their move.
“Hold on!”
Zhang Mingyuan raised his hand to stop them. Looking down at Alchemy Emperor Wuchen from above, he spoke playfully.
“I say, Lord Alchemy Emperor, didn't we agree to fight? Why are you calling other people to take your place? What's the deal with that?”
Wuchen snorted coldly without changing his expression:
“This Emperor is a cultivator of the Dao of Alchemy. To fight a brute like you would only lower my status. Their move is my move!”
“Oh—” Zhang Mingyuan drew out his tone, looking as if he had suddenly seen the light. “Yes, yes, yes, whatever the Lord Alchemy Emperor says is correct.”
He changed the subject and clicked his tongue twice.
“Just a moment ago, you said I was hiding behind a woman's protection, but now you are hiding behind men. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lord Alchemy Emperor, your tastes are... rather unique.”
As soon as these words came out, the people present could no longer contain themselves, doubling over with laughter.
“Shut up! How could this Emperor be as vulgar as you!” Alchemy Emperor Wuchen roared in exasperation.
“Oh?” Zhang Mingyuan covered his mouth in mock surprise. “Then why does Lord Alchemy Emperor still need others to go on stage for you?”
“Even under these circumstances, you still won't go up yourself. Could it be...”
Zhang Mingyuan pretended to ponder, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, he spoke in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear:
“When Lord Alchemy Emperor gets to that moment in bed, do you also need someone else to go in for you?”
“No wonder Lord Alchemy Emperor hasn't had a single Dao companion after all these years. So... you're that kind of pervert!”
As soon as these words were uttered, the entire field fell silent for a moment before exploding into earth-shattering laughter!
“Oh my god! This Sacred Lord Zhang is too wicked!”
“Talk about destroying the mind and heart! The Alchemy Emperor's face is being rubbed into the dirt!”
“That mouth... has it been blessed? It's too toxic!”
“Shut up! Shut up! Unreasonable!”
Alchemy Emperor Wuchen had completely lost his mind. His eyes were crimson, and the strings of his rationality snapped inch by inch under the extreme humiliation!
“Zhang Mingyuan! Today, this Emperor will extract your soul and refine it into a pill, ensuring you never reincarnate for eternity!”
Amidst his angry roar, a simple, heavy, three-legged alchemy cauldron suddenly shot out from the crown of his head, expanding rapidly against the wind!
On the cauldron, Dao runes flowed, and flames surged. A pressure capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas swept across ninety thousand miles!
It was none other than Alchemy Emperor Wuchen's lifebound magic treasure—the Eternal Heart-Tempering Cauldron!
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