Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

"We're probably no match for him. Let's kill him now!"

"Once he loses, we'll deal with him together. This man absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

Yang Ling and the man fought fiercely, the man keeping a close eye on Yang Ling.

He hadn't expected Yang Ling to be so powerful; no wonder he could hold out for so long.

Yang Ling quickly arrived at his side, emanating an extremely terrifying aura that pressed down on him like a mountain. The man's breathing became chaotic, and he could only desperately resist, resorting to various techniques, but their power was far less than before.

Although his skill level was higher than Yang Ling's, he still suffered repeated defeats under Yang Ling's methods. He knew in his heart that he was no match for Yang Ling at all.

"How can you be so strong? But I won't lose either. I'll risk my life to kill you!" he shouted, raising his hand and swinging it towards Yang Ling, the power he unleashed seemingly about to devour Yang Ling.

Yang Ling took a step back, thinking that this was all the ability he had. He was far from being able to admit defeat.

He drew his sword and swiftly slashed at the man. The man screamed as Yang Ling severed his arm. His expression was one of terror; Yang Ling's attack was even stronger than before. He was more than one realm lower than Yang Ling, yet its power was almost equal to his.

Yang Ling stopped what he was doing, and just as the man tried to escape, he was firmly pinned down by Yang Ling and couldn't run away at all.

The members of the Power Clan were stunned by what they saw. They hadn't expected to lose, much less so quickly.

In just a few rounds, this has completely humiliated them. If word gets out, where will they put their face?
"Boy, how dare you injure our people! We'll teach you a lesson right now!"

In reality, they didn't care about that person's life or death at all; what they really cared about was the reputation of the Power Clan.

Several people rushed forward, believing that Yang Ling must be exhausted after the fight.

They attacked Yang Ling from behind, instantly sending him flying. Yang Ling took half a step back. Seeing this, the Wang family patriarch clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Does our Wang family not have any capable experts? Now that others are defecating and pissing on our heads, are we still going to swallow our anger? The worst that can happen is death!"

The Grand Elder quickly echoed:

“The patriarch is right. Young Master Zhao has devoted himself to our Wang family, but now he has been plotted against by villains. If we sit idly by and do nothing, how will we have the face to stand in this world after this gets out? Even if it costs us our lives, we must drive them back!”

The First Elder, who had initially held Yang Ling in low regard, now felt a surge of admiration for him. He couldn't help but sigh, realizing how blind he had been before. He hadn't expected Yang Ling to be so true to his word, willing to offend the Li Clan for the sake of the Wang family.

Even if he hadn't believed it before, the clear scene before him left him no choice but to believe it.

The next second, several figures rushed out from the Wang family, each a powerful expert, and attacked the Li clan members in unison. Although the Wang family's overall strength was not as great as the Li clan's, it was still much stronger than ordinary families. The old man in front changed his expression, wondering if the Wang family was going to fight them to the death.
"Your Wang family is really tired of living. Aren't you afraid of ending up being wiped out as a whole?"

"Aren't you afraid that we'll come knocking on your door seeking revenge and take your lives?"

To the head of the Wang family, the old man's words sounded like a joke.

"Our Wang family has nothing to fear. Besides, you were the ones who acted unjustly first, so don't blame us for turning ruthless!"

The scene quickly became extremely tense, with both sides clashing fiercely amidst flashing lights and deafening noises. Seeing this, the First Elder hurriedly advised the Patriarch, "Patriarch, let's go inside and take shelter. Don't stay outside. You're already seriously injured; if you're caught in the aftershocks of the battle, you'll be in serious trouble!"

But the patriarch waved his hand and said resolutely, "Why should I leave? I'm going to stay here and watch. I want to see who wins and who loses!"

The Grand Elder had no choice but to stand aside to prevent any unforeseen events. This matter concerned the very survival of the Wang family, and there was no room for error. Regardless of the outcome, the Wang family had now forged a deep enmity with the Li Clan, and the Li Clan would certainly not tolerate the Wang family in the future.

Yang Ling stood rooted to the spot. The attack from the Li Clan had broken at least one of his ribs, and the pain instantly coursed through his body. He rested for a while before struggling to his feet. Fortunately, the Wang family intervened in time, buying him some time.

However, the Wang family couldn't gain any advantage against the Li clan and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Yang Ling sighed helplessly, thinking that although the Wang family had a deep foundation, their strength was ultimately too weak.

He stepped forward quickly and roared, "You old man, you look kind and gentle, but I never expected you to be so ruthless and take advantage of others in their distress. You are a complete hypocrite!"

Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, the old man sneered, "I'll use any means necessary to kill you. Since you dare to be an enemy of our Li Clan and even dare to deliver yourself to our doorstep, I'll take this opportunity to get rid of you."

As he spoke, the old man's figure, as imposing as a mountain, slammed down a powerful punch. Yang Ling met the punch with his own, and the shockwave from the collision nearly sent him flying. Indeed, the old man's strength was not to be underestimated; he was on a completely different level from the previous man.

Although Yang Ling had dealt with the man from before, he was truly at a loss against this old man for the time being. He took half a step back, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Your physique is incredibly powerful!" The old man unleashed a deadly move in his first encounter with Yang Ling, a punch containing immense power. He had expected to kill Yang Ling with a single blow, but Yang Ling's physique far exceeded his expectations. Not only did Yang Ling withstand the attack, but he also seemed completely unaffected.

"No wonder that person wasn't your match. Your physique is even stronger than those demonic beasts. No wonder you could last so long!" The old man sneered, thinking to himself, "So what if I didn't finish off Yang Ling? Yang Ling's final fate is still death."

With that, he swung another punch at Yang Ling. Yang Ling's expression turned serious. Before the fist even hit him, he felt the power contained within it, his body instantly immobilized, even breathing became difficult. The floor beneath his feet cracked, but Yang Ling calmly withdrew his gaze, quickly calming himself down. As expected of a powerhouse two realms higher than himself, his strength was indeed extraordinary.

"At your age, to have reached this level is quite an achievement. However, don't get too cocky; the battle is far from over!"

"Kid, let me tell you, stop being so stubborn. You're no match for me. If you have any tricks up your sleeve, just show them to me!" the old man laughed.

Yang Ling roared, "Myriad stars!"

In an instant, a white light flashed around him, enveloping his entire body. His aura surged instantly, inspiring awe. This power made the old man's heart skip a beat. This "Myriad Stars" technique was obtained by Yang Ling from an ancient tomb. He had studied it some time ago and discovered that it could enhance strength with relatively little self-damage.

Clearly, Yang Ling was determined to fight the old man to the death.

The old man was slightly taken aback upon seeing this. This "Myriad Stars" technique was an ancient cultivation method, and he never expected it to fall into Yang Ling's hands. It was truly a pity that Yang Ling possessed such a valuable item.

However, this "Myriad Stars" technique consumes the most essence and blood, and can also damage the meridians. It should never be used unless absolutely necessary. It seems that Yang Ling is desperate and is resorting to this move to fight him to the death. How pathetic.

The Wang family patriarch's facial muscles twitched as he thought to himself that no matter how strong Yang Ling was, the difference in their cultivation levels was undeniable. If he could use this technique to defeat the old man quickly, that would be fine, but if it dragged on, things could get complicated.

"Hurry and help him! Young Master Zhao has helped us so much; our Wang family cannot be ungrateful!" Encouraged, the Wang family members instantly radiated light, unleashing their strongest attacks. With so many of them, were they afraid of not being able to deal with those few members of the Power Clan?

Yang Ling looked at the old man, both displaying their respective skills. A smirk crept onto his lips, his words laced with sarcasm. The old man, however, didn't rush to attack Yang Ling; instead, he distanced himself from him.

"I originally thought I could easily take you down. Now it seems you really have some skills, a true prodigy. It's a pity you were destined to die young. Every year on this day, I'll burn some paper money for you!"

Yang Ling's body surged with light, his eyes were obscured by the light, but the killing intent within him was not revealed.

"Don't worry, I will definitely not let you off the hook. It's too early to talk about that now!"

He chuckled softly, his figure flashing like lightning as he pounced on the old man. The old man's speed was so great that he had no time to react. The old man's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't paid close attention when Yang Ling used his movement technique earlier, but now he realized with shock that the technique Yang Ling used was a long-lost, legendary skill. The last time he had seen this technique was with the Evil Cloud Saint. Countless people had tried to seize this technique from that old man back then, only to meet their demise.

Unexpectedly, this long-lost movement technique has now appeared on Yang Ling.

"The Qin family has taught you quite a lot. I thought that after so many years, no one would be able to use this movement technique anymore, but I didn't expect you to use it so skillfully!"

"I see you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve. Once you're dead, they'll all be mine!" the old man said, emphasizing each word. Yang Ling sneered, brandishing his sword and slashing at the old man.

"You old geezer, you're so noisy! I'd like to see who dies first!" The old man's strength was undeniable, and there was a gap between his cultivation level and Yang Ling's. Although Yang Ling could fight him, he couldn't defeat him in a short time. After several attacks missed, Yang Ling gradually became impatient. The old man's thoughts were written all over his face; he was clearly trying to stall for time.

Since that's the case, he'll give this old guy a "big surprise".

Yang Ling waved his hand, isolating himself from the outside aura, then took out a scroll and released a demonic beast. He refused to believe that the old man could dodge Danqiao's attack without leaking his aura. The old man was slightly taken aback by Yang Ling's actions.

"You're bolder than I imagined, but I'm not afraid of you. There's a difference in cultivation level between us, and that can't be bridged by strength alone. I was thinking of playing around with you, but it seems unnecessary now!" the old man said seriously. Yang Ling was full of disdain and didn't take the old man seriously at all.

The old man, wielding an axe, brought it down fiercely on Yang Ling. This axe was his magical weapon, which he wielded with unparalleled skill. Yang Ling knew that a direct confrontation would surely result in serious injury; no matter how strong he was, to withstand this axe blow would likely cost him half his life. But he couldn't worry about that now. Gritting his teeth, Yang Ling swung his sword.

The two forces collided. Yang Ling's sword strike was extremely sharp, and a powerful force enveloped him. The old man didn't gain the upper hand either; he coughed up blood. Yang Ling was clearly weaker than him, yet he had managed to injure him so severely. He gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, "This kid must not be allowed to live."

"Let me tell you, you can never be my match, not in the past, and not now!"

"Don't worry, I'm sparing your life because you still have some use, but I will never let you go easily!"

Yang Ling listened to the old man's words as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world; this old fellow was truly arrogant. Yang Ling used his aura to isolate himself from the outside world; unless someone was stronger than him, no one outside could see what was happening inside. A flash of anger crossed his eyes. Killing this old man was more than enough for him; he refused to believe he couldn't handle him. Yang Ling seized the opportunity and charged forward again.

The old man looked at Yang Ling, secretly surprised. After being hit so many times, this kid could still stand up. It has to be said that Yang Ling is much stronger than those mediocre people. Among the younger generation, it would be hard to find someone like him.

"To be honest, I do value talent, but you insist on being our enemy, so there's nothing we can do. A genius who hasn't fully matured shouldn't be too arrogant, or you'll end up like you are now!" the old man said, resuming his fight with Yang Ling. Yang Ling's face was full of disdain.

"You old bastard, you only deserve to be crushed to death by me. Don't waste your breath, you're not qualified!" Yang Ling unleashed his power to the extreme, his heart filled with resentment.

Even so, the old man sensed that Yang Ling was about to collapse. However, the power Yang Ling unleashed still shocked him.

"Boy, what exactly are you hiding on your person? What was that flash of light just now? And the aura of the demonic beast on you is so powerful, it looks like an ancient demonic beast!" the old man asked, enunciating each word clearly.

Yang Ling looked at the old man and thought to himself that the old fellow actually had some insight. He didn't know how to explain it, but in a way, he had to thank the old man for actually stimulating his potential. (End of Chapter)