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

"Well, if you don't mind, just call me Liu San. We don't need to be so formal!"

"A powerhouse like you must already have disciples. Just tell me what resources you need, and take whatever we have!" He spoke each word carefully, as if he wanted to give Yang Ling everything he owned. Feng Xueyuan was stunned. The sect leader was being far too enthusiastic towards Yang Ling; he was completely different from her. Yang Ling waved his hand.

"Since I promised Feng Xueyuan I would help you, I will definitely help you, but I won't stay here for too long, as long as you don't mind!" The old man laughed heartily, thinking it was something important.

"Don't worry, why would we mind? With your abilities, I knew you couldn't stay in one place forever. Don't worry, if you need any help, we'll be there for you!" Yang Ling nodded, surprised that he was so easy to talk to.

"I have some herbs and spirit stones on me. Take them and use them to improve your strength later!"

"Why don't you just stay here with me? I have a bed made of mystic ice; sleeping on it will enhance your spiritual power!"

"By the way, let me have someone show you around first. I'll go get the pills stored in the back now. Since you're willing to help us, we'll give you whatever we have!" The old man's excessive hospitality startled Yang Ling.

"No need to trouble yourself, senior. If you'd like some elixirs or herbs, just give me a little!" He insisted on giving them, thinking it was a waste not to refuse. Feng Xueyuan looked at Yang Ling, unable to hold back any longer.

"Don't you have a lot of things in your hands? Why do you need more..." The old man didn't take these words to heart, but instead comforted Feng Xueyuan.

"Since he wants it, we'll give it to him. It's not a big deal!" He finished speaking and turned to leave. Watching the old man's retreating figure, Feng Xueyuan leaned close to Yang Ling and whispered:
"You're not really going to stay, are you? I came here to ask for your help, but I'm not close to them, so they're probably just saying that casually!"

Yang Ling glanced at Feng Xueyuan. Feng Xueyuan hadn't changed much from before, and he couldn't care less.

"Since he's already agreed, what are we hesitating for? Why don't we just stay?"

Feng Xueyuan had no way to deal with him, so she calmly withdrew her gaze.

"Alright, let me show you around first!"

The luxury inside this hall was beyond imagination, and if he wasn't mistaken, there were several celestial spells set up in the hall that could gather all the spiritual energy from the surrounding area into the hall.

Although the spiritual energy here was much weaker than what Yang Ling had encountered before, it did not require any deliberate guidance. He only needed to sit cross-legged and cultivate, and the spiritual energy would automatically flow into his body.

It's really wonderful.

"This place is great, I'll live here from now on!"

Yang Ling said slowly.

"Young Master Zhao, the Sect Master might just be joking with you. When he arrives, you'd better watch your step. The Sect Master has always had a bad temper; when he gets angry, no one dares to provoke him!" Feng Xueyuan couldn't help but advise, her expression very serious. At this moment, the old man's figure suddenly appeared before them. Feng Xueyuan was slightly startled. Had the Sect Master overheard their words?
"Sect Master, why are you back so soon?"

The old man smiled and stared straight at Yang Ling.

“I heard everything you said. If you want to stay here, that's fine, stay as long as you want. You don’t seem like someone who’s short of spirit pills, but I’ll still give you some, take them first!”

"And these too, thousands of years old spiritual herbs and several cultivation manuals!"

"Take a look around as you please!"

The old man took out a bunch of things from his storage ring and stuffed them all into Yang Ling's hands.

"Use it as you like, and come ask me for more if you need more!"

Feng Xueyuan glanced at it and was immediately shocked, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

"So many good things! I'm his personal disciple, and I get so little every month. The things he's given you could pile up into a small mountain!"

Even though her tone was unpleasant, Yang Ling could still smell a hint of sourness in the air. He was both amused and exasperated. No wonder Feng Xueyuan had said that earlier; it turned out the old man was her master.

"This is too unfair! Master never takes on any other disciples, only me! It's one thing to be strict with me normally, but now he won't even leave me any good things!" Feng Xueyuan turned her head to the side. Although she said this, she didn't really resent her master. She knew her master's temper, and his strictness towards her was for her own good.

Compared to Yang Ling, she still felt incredibly wronged.

"Don't take it too seriously. Anyway, I don't really need this elixir, so I'll just give it to you!" Yang Ling handed the item over.

"As for these spiritual herbs, you don't really need them. Besides, your constitution is yin, and these extremely yang substances are incompatible with your cultivation method. Forcing your use will only cause a backlash! So I won't give them to you!"

"No way, you're really going to give it to me?" Feng Xueyuan was very surprised to hear Yang Ling's words. This spiritual medicine was extremely rare, not to mention there were so many of them. She never expected that Yang Ling would actually give it to her.

"Just accept it. Besides, I don't need these." Yang Ling was right; he had enough resources for a sect. A few pills were nothing to him; giving them away was a trivial matter. Feng Xueyuan took the pills from Yang Ling and gave him a grateful look.

The old man brought out a bunch of things from somewhere, all books and daily necessities, as if he were moving house.

Feng Xueyuan was completely dumbfounded; she hadn't expected her master to be telling the truth.

"Master, you're not really going to let him stay here, are you?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think I'm lying? Besides, this main hall has a celestial technique that our ancestors invited, which can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all over the world. Sleeping here and enjoying these benefits will greatly help Yang Ling advance his cultivation. Staying here will be good for him!"

The old man remained calm as he said this.

"You should be aware of our sect's current situation. With our strength, we have no chance against the Huo clan. But the helper you've invited can resolve all crises!"

"You don't mean you're planning to rely on Yang Ling alone, do you?" Feng Xueyuan was taken aback. There were only a few months left before the battle. Even if Yang Ling was powerful, she couldn't let him face it alone, could she? If something went wrong with Yang Ling, wouldn't that push her into a desperate situation?
"Don't worry, I'll help him improve his cultivation level over these three months. Besides, this sect was founded by our ancestor alone, and it took many years of hard work for it to gain a foothold in Xuan Gu City!"

"How can I stand by and watch the sect decline in my hands! I don't want to see that happen!" The old man's eyes were firm. Yang Ling could tell from him that this old man was no ordinary person and was indeed worthy of respect. Then Yang Ling reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Sect Master, there's no need to worry too much. What can three months possibly do? I will definitely help you get revenge!" Feng Xueyuan nodded and quickly echoed.

“That’s right, I will also help the sect, Master. I didn’t know before, but now that I do, I will definitely not stand idly by!”

In reality, no one in the sect knew about their master-disciple relationship. The old man was strict in accepting disciples and had an eccentric temper. He would never give special privileges to a disciple just because they were his personal disciples. Feng Xueyuan also did not want to rely on this relationship, so no one knew about it.

"If you can really help us deal with the other families, I will definitely thank you properly. If you need any help in the future, just ask!" With that, the old man put his hands behind his back. After feeling Yang Ling's talent, he had to admit that Yang Ling gave him hope. No matter what, he had to stick with Yang Ling.

Yang Ling didn't make many demands regarding certain things. After they left, Yang Ling was left alone in the main hall, and generally no one would disturb him. Once their figures disappeared, Yang Ling summoned the Evil Cloud Saint.

Just now, a wisp of the remnant soul of the Evil Cloud Saint suddenly acted strangely, and Yang Ling felt that something was wrong, so he called him out to ask.

"Senior, have you noticed something's wrong?"

Clearly, the Evil Cloud Saint sensed the remains of a powerful being inside.

"That's right, there are the remains of a powerful expert here that can help me rebuild my physique. Moreover, there are also some good things in these remains that can enhance your strength, but they are covered by an aura, and I can only detect a little bit of them!"

"What we can confirm is that it's in the direction of the back mountain!"

"You're not talking about someone's ancestral graves, are you? I just saw that the back mountain is full of graves. You want me to dig up someone's ancestral graves? That's not appropriate, is it?" Yang Ling was shocked. The old man had just told him that he could go anywhere in the entire sect, but he couldn't enter the back mountain. The back mountain was someone's ancestral graves. The ancestors left behind many barriers, but as time went by, the barriers became weaker and weaker.

Some curious disciples once broke in, but disappeared without a trace, and the place was later sealed off.

"What are you afraid of! Besides, those people are different from you. You have extremely high talent, what's there to be afraid of?"

Upon hearing Xie Yun Sheng Zhe's words, Yang Ling blushed and scratched his head, saying, "Senior, why don't we discuss this further? That's someone's ancestral grave; I can't really go and dig it up, can I? Can't we just go in openly and honestly?"

The Evil Cloud Saint did not force Yang Ling.

"I don't know exactly what's inside. Besides, I didn't ask you to dig up someone's ancestral grave. I just think this is a rare opportunity. Whether you go or not is up to you, but don't forget what you promised me!"

In short, even if Yang Ling chooses not to go, the Evil Cloud Saint won't say anything more.

After speaking, the Evil Cloud Saint vanished. He now only possessed a wisp of a remnant soul, and even that was incomplete, meaning his ability to appear was extremely limited. Yang Ling sighed helplessly, deciding to stay in the main hall to recuperate. The old man had given him many good things, and the abundant spiritual energy here was more than enough for his cultivation.

Yang Ling circulated his internal energy, frantically absorbing spiritual energy. As the saying goes, it's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal. The moment Yang Ling closed his eyes, a gust of wind swept around him, faintly accompanied by the aura of demonic beasts. Even the top of the hall formed a vortex, and spiritual energy surged into Yang Ling's body like a tidal wave…

The old man noticed the huge commotion immediately. He looked up and was immediately filled with excitement.

"What a powerful figure! I knew I hadn't misjudged him. He's brought me a treasure!" He firmly believed that with Yang Ling around, those so-called strongmen were no match for him.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

A man sat in a chair, seething with anger, and said through gritted teeth:

"Who does Feng Xueyuan think she is, daring to insult me! She's really asking for it! Once I advance in my cultivation level, I'll teach her a lesson!" With that, he prepared to continue his cultivation. However, at that moment, a powerful aura rushed towards him. He abruptly opened his eyes, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with disbelief. What was happening?

Who broke his barrier and interfered with his cultivation? He hurriedly circulated his energy, hoping to use this last bit of energy to improve his cultivation level. However, his strength was far inferior to Yang Ling's. He let out a roar, but instead of improving his cultivation level, he suffered a severe injury.

Yi Rui's face was pale, his eyes bloodshot. Who was it? He was just a hair's breadth away from advancing, but he was abruptly interrupted and injured, needing several days to recover. He walked towards the outside, never forgetting that aura. Now, he only wanted to find that person and kill them to vent his hatred.

When he arrived at the main hall, he frowned slightly. How could this be the sect leader's residence?

A hint of confusion flashed in Yi Rui's eyes, and she swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

"Is it really the sect leader? How is that possible?" He muttered to himself, thinking about the aura he had just felt. Could it be the sect leader who made the move? His face turned ashen. How was he going to settle this score now? However, at that moment, he heard several voices of discussion around him.

"How powerful do you think the person Senior Sister brought back is? I heard their strength is extraordinary!"

"His name is Yang Ling? I remember he didn't get along with the Qin family, so what's he doing here?"

"My God, it's him! He's incredibly strong; one palm strike from him can take down many people!"

"What's so great about them? We haven't even seen them in person. Maybe their strength is just average!"

"I also think he's not that capable in every aspect!"

They exchanged bewildered glances, staring at the surge of energy outside. Most of the disciples had been drawn there by this energy, their eyes filled with longing and envy. If they could enjoy such treatment, they would rise to great heights. Unfortunately, this was not something they could experience. Just as Yi Rui was about to leave, a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

He knew all the disciples in the sect, but he'd never heard of this name before. He figured it must be the person Feng Xueyuan had brought back. The disciples guarding the gate had told him earlier that Yang Ling, whom Feng Xueyuan had brought back, was extremely arrogant and had even injured them. Now that Yang Ling was standing before him, how could he let him get away with it?

He rushed straight in.

"Yang Ling, stop being a coward! I heard you were kicked out of the Qin family. How can a disciple like you be worthy of staying here?"

"Such a disgrace! Come out and take my blow, and I'll cleanse your Qin family of this disgrace!" he shouted. Not only had his cultivation been interrupted, but he'd also suffered internal injuries—all the work of Yang Ling. His killing intent was about to erupt, his anger burning fiercely within him. However, no one stepped forward. (End of Chapter)