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

Unless Yang Ling was stronger than they imagined, stronger than they could match, they couldn't understand it no matter how hard they racked their brains. Yang Ling looked down at these people, and the onlookers sighed. These elders were all powerful, and the methods they used were things that even they might not be able to handle, yet they couldn't defeat Yang Ling.

It seems that Yang Ling is indeed much stronger than the elders.

"Yang Ling is indeed very strong. I estimate that the elders are no match for him. The elders have cultivated for so long, so they should be stronger than him. They have all used their life-saving moves, but they still haven't won against him. It seems they are really no match for him."

"That's right, his abilities definitely need improvement!"

"It's not that he's bad at it. If you were to go up against Yang Ling, you probably wouldn't last more than a few rounds. What do you think?"

"Yes, I think you're right..."

"Indeed, we should be careful not to do anything foolish!" No one expected that Yang Ling could grow to such a level. He has opened everyone's eyes. The elders are unwilling to admit defeat. If they do, and word gets out that what happened today, they will lose all face.

They have other trump cards up their sleeve!
"I must say, you are indeed formidable, forcing me to use this unprecedented move. It'll be something you can boast about. Even if we kill you, it proves your strength, because no one has ever forced us to use this technique!" an elder said. The humiliating beating they suffered at the hands of Yang Ling was still fresh in their minds. Even if they escaped today, it would become a demon in their hearts, hindering their progress on the path of cultivation.

"We are willing to sacrifice our own spiritual energy and our bodies to fight you!" they said in unison. The aura that erupted enveloped the entire world, and this aura caused the onlookers to retreat, because their cultivation levels instantly increased under this aura.

"The fact that Yang Ling was able to force several elders to sacrifice themselves to the heavens shows that he has already won more than half the battle. If I were them, I would give up right now."

"That's right, as long as the green hills remain, there's always hope for a future. Why be so stubborn!"

"Yes, I think it's better to play it safe and not dwell on this matter any longer."

"Alright, let's retreat quickly. This is no longer a fight we can participate in!" They all retreated in unison. Now, who would dare to go forward and seek death, unless they were suicidal?

"To think that you were forced to use this move, I ask you, if this aura were used on you, could you win?" Yang Ling asked.

"Enough talk, let's get started!"

As Yang Ling finished speaking...

The elders, their eyes bloodshot with rage, let out a wild laugh and charged at Yang Ling without hesitation.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted around Yang Ling, causing the entire world to tremble. That exaggerated power swept towards them like a surging tide, instantly sending those who were close by being blasted backward. Yang Ling stood firmly in place, feeling an immense pressure pressing down on his heart like a boulder.

At this moment, the elders were radiating a dazzling golden light.

"Damn it! They actually used this move; Yang Ling might not be able to handle it!"

"The elders are all experts, and they must have many powerful trump cards up their sleeves."

"In my opinion, Yang Ling probably can't beat them!"

Even from a distance, everyone could clearly feel that terrifying aura.

Faced with this overwhelming force, they silently retreated, bracing themselves and keeping a close watch on the scene. If they were caught in the blast, their lives would be in danger.

Yang Ling, however, was completely unconcerned, his heart filled with disdain. He had been waiting for this very moment to make his move.

"That move was pretty good, better than the last one!"

Several elders tried to take him down with them, but he wouldn't be so foolish.

Yang Ling roared, concentrating all his power into his sword. This strike seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart. Facing them, Yang Ling did not flinch, but instead met them head-on with his strongest power.

They wanted to kill him, and he wanted to take their lives too. His move would surely make those old guys pay a heavy price.

Nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Under his oppressive presence, their attacks were doomed to be defeated.

The expressions on the faces of the elderly men changed drastically; they sensed that something was wrong.

The two forces collided violently, but fortunately, those nearby had sensed it beforehand and retreated early. By the time they tried to dodge, it was probably too late. Those who were slower vanished instantly, disappearing into the vastness of the world.

"Run! This force is too powerful!"

"Is this really a power that humans can possess?!" Everyone was shocked and ran wildly away. Yang Ling was also impacted by this power and was forced back more than ten meters. It took him a while to recover.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and took a few moments to catch his breath before feeling a little better. Yang Ling subconsciously looked up.

The elders were in no better shape. Although they had used powerful secret techniques, they were now extremely weak. With their current strength, they were simply unable to hold on. Their injuries were far more severe than Yang Ling's. If this continued, their lives would likely be in danger.

"You old fogies are still alive? I thought you were all dead for good. You're quite tough!" Yang Ling swiftly appeared before them, his voice booming like thunder. He floated above them, looking down at them. They, upon seeing Yang Ling, were mostly surprised.

"What are you trying to do? What kind of trick are you up to now?"

"If you dare kill us, you're finished! We're not threatening you!" they shouted, preparing to attack Yang Ling again. However, before they could even make a move, Yang Ling punched them. They were sent flying, the pain constantly reminding them that they were no match for Yang Ling.

"I underestimated you earlier. The sheer power you unleashed is beyond my expectations. However, you have no chance now." Yang Ling finished with a cold laugh. Seeing this, they were so enraged they almost vomited blood; their anger burned fiercely within them. Yang Ling, he deserved to die! How dare he beat them like this!

"If you dare to kill us, our families and forces will fight you to the death!" His words carried a hint of threat. Their situation was dire; Yang Ling was virtually unharmed, while they were almost powerless. If Yang Ling continued to attack, they couldn't imagine how they could escape.

They couldn't even find any help, because everyone else was too busy taking care of themselves.

What should they do?

"You old fogies, you really do seem to understand my intentions because of your age. I do want your lives!" Yang Ling said bluntly, a smile on his face. It seemed they weren't so stupid after all. A chill ran down their spines; was he really going to kill them?

"Aren't you afraid of offending the forces behind us? Besides, there's no benefit in offending us. You should think this through!"

"Besides, there are so many of us. Even if you kill us, one day our descendants will come looking for revenge, won't they!" He wasn't referring to themselves, of course, but to their descendants. As soon as he finished speaking, they regretted it. Yang Ling never took anyone seriously; he dared to attack even those stronger than himself.

Unless there is something that can move him.

“Since that’s the case, then I can’t let you stay any longer. Otherwise, if I let you go today, you’ll find a way to take revenge on me in the future. How could I possibly trust you!” Yang Ling stepped forward, and their pupils suddenly contracted. Were they really going to lose their lives here today?
"Patriarch, you must come and save us quickly!" they cried out, but no one heard their pleas. Yang Ling came directly in front of them, and the aura emanating from him alone was enough to shatter their meridians.

"Don't worry, your things will be of use to me in the future." With that, he waved his hand, and several people died by his sword. Several people of considerable strength were defeated by Yang Ling just like that. Everyone saw it clearly and trembled with fear.

Yang Ling was like a vengeful ghost, demanding revenge. For a long time, they couldn't utter a single word. Noticing their gazes, Yang Ling said coldly:

"What are you looking at? Do you want to end up like him?" As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, they quickly turned their heads away, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Immediately afterward, Yang Ling collected all the elders' storage rings. There were quite a few treasures inside. As for Qin Yixian, he was still fighting them. They all frowned slightly, glancing at Yang Ling in unison.

Yang Ling is far too strong! He took care of all of them so quickly, and even fought three against one… Yang Ling's strength is even greater than they imagined. Many thoughts flashed through their minds.

Just how powerful is Yang Ling? The others quickly stopped what they were doing; they didn't want to fight anymore. If they continued, they might lose their lives.

"Well, let's just leave it at that. Let's leave the rest to the family head. You're too strong, so let's stop here!"

"That's right, we'll stop fighting. Actually, we've always considered you all good friends. Let's just treat this as a friendly spar!" they quickly said. Yang Ling's face twitched. Who were they good friends with? As for the others still fighting, their strength was completely on a different level. So, Yang Ling didn't bother with them. Anyway, they needed to save their own lives.

The latecomers stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, upon seeing several elders dead at Yang Ling's hands. What on earth had happened?
"You actually killed our elder!"

They let out a roar, their faces turning unusually fierce.

When they saw that several elders had been defeated by Yang Ling, they felt it was a great disgrace.

If the patriarch knew about this, he would surely punish them severely. Now, the only way for them to quell their hatred was to kill Yang Ling, or even torturing him to pieces.

They exchanged glances, thinking to themselves, "With so many of us, surely we can handle Yang Ling?" Their eyes revealed a determined resolve.

"Let's attack together and not give him any chance to breathe!"

"Yes, take him down quickly! This guy is incredibly strong; we have to go all out to deal with him!" they shouted. Yang Ling, however, crossed his arms, looking disdainful.

"How should I describe you? To say you're stupid? That doesn't seem quite right. Actually, you're not entirely stupid."

"You're all utterly brainless, yet you dare to dream of defeating me!" Yang Ling's words struck them like a hammer blow, completely enraging them. Yang Ling was so arrogant, not even taking them, so many of them seriously. They seemed to have forgotten how Yang Ling had just single-handedly defeated three of them.

The onlookers sighed silently for them. Yang Ling had already said so, yet they still rushed forward. They really didn't know what they were thinking.

"If I were them, I would have run away long ago and stayed out of this mess. But now they're actually jumping in. I don't know what to say!"

"Yeah, I really don't know how to say it."

"Forget it... You can't reason with those damned devils... Just go with them..."

They were ready to watch the show. Those at the forefront charged towards Yang Ling, their power terrifying. The other disciples, not to be outdone, unleashed their own extraordinary techniques. Their methods were utterly outrageous…

Seeing this, Yang Ling became somewhat interested. It seemed to be some kind of large-scale formation, if he wasn't mistaken. Facing the group's attack, a sharp glint flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He drew his sword, the blade imbued with his spiritual energy, which resembled thousands of needles. Facing this attack, Yang Ling remained unfazed. They exchanged bewildered glances, never expecting Yang Ling's strength to be so formidable, far exceeding their expectations.

"What's going on? How can he be so powerful?" The light from Yang Ling's drawn sword was about to overshadow the light of their formation, and Yang Ling's movements were so swift and unpredictable. Several disciples followed closely behind, none of them expecting Yang Ling to be so strong. Yang Ling's mind stirred, and his spiritual energy surged.

"What do we do now? Even if our formation is strong, it won't last long. We might be defeated by Yang Ling soon!" They were extremely anxious. Yang Ling sneered. They thought he was too weak to handle them with this little strength. Finally, under Yang Ling's fierce attack, they thought he would hold his own, but unexpectedly, Yang Ling suddenly unleashed a burst of power, forcibly forcing them back. They had no choice but to take a step back; otherwise, being struck by this power would have killed them instantly.

Yang Ling appeared before them silently, startling them. His movements were incredibly unpredictable; he was several meters away one moment and was right in front of them the next. Before they could react, Yang Ling sent them flying with a single palm strike.

Yang Ling remained expressionless. They screamed, their bodies arcing through the air, unable to withstand the force, and fainted the moment they hit the ground. The others stared in disbelief.

"What's going on? How come it was so easy to beat him up? It seemed so effortless, like he didn't even have to exert any strength!"

"It can't be my imagination. How can he be so amazing? It's beyond my imagination!" (End of Chapter)