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

"That's right, they're incredibly strong! I never expected them to be this powerful!" They exclaimed one after another, their emotions indescribable, completely taken aback. Yang Ling remained remarkably calm, not taking them seriously at all. He had thought they were some kind of expert, but they turned out to be nothing special.

"I originally thought you guys were pretty strong, at least the combined power of so many of you was about the same as those old men from before. But you're far from it. It's really disappointing. Fighting you is pointless, and it just dirties my hands!" Yang Ling said casually. Hearing Yang Ling's words, they felt that he had gone too far.

"No wonder Yang Ling is so amazing, and he's so sarcastic!"

"If it were me, I'd be so angry I'd want to die. It's indescribable!" they exclaimed. Just as they expected, every move Yang Ling made was unexpected, and they were forced back one after another by Yang Ling.

"Let me tell you, even if you can defeat us, so what? One day we will beat you, and you will regret what you did today!" Yang Ling felt confused. Why should he regret it? They were the ones who should really regret it.

"Fine, we'll hit you! Stop with the nonsense and get to it!" Some people gritted their teeth, their faces showing a determination to fight to the death. They attacked together, but Yang Ling did not back down. He unleashed a beast-like aura, shocking them.

"No wonder you're so strong, it turns out you have the aura of a demonic beast on you!"

"How dare you collude with demonic beasts! You'll be expelled one day, and we are sworn enemies with them!" they berated Yang Ling. Yang Ling had thought it was something else, but it turned out to be this.

"Can't you open your eyes and take a good look? Do I have the aura of a demonic beast on me? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouths apart!"

"Then I'll cut your heads off!" he said coldly. The others felt a chill run down their spines, staring at Yang Ling speechlessly.

"How would we know? Besides, if you didn't have the aura of a demonic beast on you, we wouldn't have said that. How could you say such a thing!"

"Yeah, you're being way too brutal!"

"We haven't really offended you, so please say something nice to us and let us off the hook!"

They looked at each other, realizing they couldn't beat Yang Ling and should give up as soon as possible.

"Then please spare us! Let's make peace!" they pleaded cautiously. Yang Ling ignored them. Just moments ago they were ready to fight and kill, but now they were begging for mercy. He wanted them to get lost.

Then, a smile unconsciously crept onto Yang Ling's lips.

"You really think I'll let you off so easily?"

"I never show mercy to those who threaten me!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, and the others felt a chill run down their spines, knowing that Yang Ling wouldn't compromise so easily.

Since that's the case, then don't blame them for being ruthless. They looked at each other, then launched a simultaneous attack on Yang Ling. They attacked from both sides, but Yang Ling didn't even turn his head; a white light appeared behind him.

The beam of light deflected all their attacks back.

The disciples in front did not give up. They took out magical weapons from their storage rings and, with a booming sound and fluctuations of spiritual energy, slashed fiercely at Yang Ling. However, Yang Ling caught one of their longswords from a distance.

"You all have quite a few treasures on you, and each one is priceless. This magical artifact looks pretty good!" Yang Ling said coldly, then lightly waved the artifact. A powerful aura rushed towards them, and they couldn't withstand the force, so they all retreated. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Ling focused his strength on his wrist and punched one of them between the eyebrows.

The man was struck by Yang Ling's fist and died moments later. Seeing this, the other disciples' faces contorted with rage, their eyes turning bloodshot as they stared intently at Yang Ling.

They watched helplessly as their former fellow disciple died at Yang Ling's hands, their hearts breaking and burning with rage.

"We can't let him get away!"

"Yes, if we spare his life, he will surely become a great threat in the future!"

"Why don't we fight to the death and perish together with him!" the remaining people said eagerly. They attacked simultaneously, each holding a cauldron that emanated an aura that seemed capable of devouring the entire world. With their combined efforts, this small cauldron transformed into a giant fireball and flew towards Yang Ling.

They didn't stop, and thick flames enveloped Yang Ling. An ordinary person would have been severely injured, if not killed, under such a fierce attack. But Yang Ling was different; his physique was strong, and the flames had no effect on him. Without hesitation, he charged forward, wanting to seize their magical artifacts.

He reached out and took the initiative to grab the furnace.

"You think you can steal our things all by yourself? You're courting death!" He smirked. This magical artifact was no ordinary weapon; the flames attached to it were far beyond what ordinary people could withstand. Even if Yang Ling was incredibly strong, he might not be able to hold on to it.

However, what happened next left them speechless.

They rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things. They saw Yang Ling effortlessly grasp the cauldron; the object emanated a terrifying aura in his hand, yet it couldn't engulf him. Yang Ling remained calm throughout, as if nothing could impress him.

He subdued it with ease, frowned slightly, and thought, "Could it be that all the strength he has?"

He then put the items away, thinking that since that was the case, he wouldn't hold back. They gasped in astonishment; Yang Ling's strength was simply too great.

"Don't worry, I'll see you off!"

"By the way, who do you think we should kill first?" Yang Ling asked. They gritted their teeth. As the chosen ones, they had always been high and mighty, but now they were being humiliated by Yang Ling like this. It was truly too much.

"You not only stole our things, but you also tried to kill us! We'll take your life first!" they roared, charging at Yang Ling again. Hearing their words, Yang Ling shook his head, feigning helplessness.

"I didn't expect that thing to be so fragile, but the flames inside are definitely not ordinary. Why don't you have a taste too!" Yang Ling waved his hand lightly, and the flames landed on them. No matter how they moved, they couldn't extinguish the flames. They screamed and tried to use their spiritual energy to put out the flames, but to no avail.

The flames only grew stronger. Yang Ling sneered, too lazy to bother with them; they were all doomed anyway. He looked at the remaining disciples.

"Now it's your turn. Let's finish this quickly!" They realized that Yang Ling was too strong, with endless tricks up his sleeve, and he even had trump cards they didn't know about. Yang Ling's ability to snatch their magical artifacts with his bare hands was enough to prove his extraordinary strength. Before they could think any further, Yang Ling appeared before them at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

They quickly rallied their spirits and considered their next move. Yang Ling unleashed another set of punches, and they bravely met him head-on, only to find themselves taking a step back and creating distance between themselves and Yang Ling.

"What do we do? This damned flame can't be extinguished, and it's even burning my spiritual energy. If this continues, we're probably doomed!"

"Yes, I feel my body is burning hot and in so much pain! What is this thing?!" they screamed in agony. Seeing this, no one else dared to approach. Anyone weaker who touched the flames would be instantly reduced to ashes. Yang Ling smiled.

"This is just the beginning! This is the fire within the Dragon Pill! Combined with the flames in your magical artifacts, it becomes the flame of immortality!"

"No flame in the world can compare to my flame, of course you can't extinguish it!" Hearing Yang Ling's words, they gradually came to their senses. No wonder the flame was so powerful; it turned out to be the flame of the Dragon Pill. They couldn't get rid of the flame for a moment. Unless they ended their own lives, they could only wait to be devoured.

Even if we are about to die, we will drag you down with us, otherwise we will die with regrets!

"That's right, even if we die, we'll take someone down with us!" They gathered their spiritual energy, and the terrifying power they unleashed shocked them. Yang Ling clutched his chest and took a few steps back, thinking that they were indeed quite skilled. Their combined attack was understandable, given the immense power they were now unleashing.

"We burn our life force to rapidly improve our cultivation level. In short, the fact that you were able to block that attack just now proves that you are very strong. You should feel honored to have lost to us!"

"And even if we die, we'll make you pay the price!"

"You need to understand what's going on!" They felt that Yang Ling had already done a good job of pushing them to this point.

Therefore, they have no intention of admitting defeat.

"Don't worry, we will never admit defeat. It's absolutely impossible for us to admit defeat!"

They were determined to fight Yang Ling to the bitter end. Moreover, they were both seriously injured and needed to finish the battle quickly; any further delay would be very disadvantageous for them. What they didn't notice was that Yang Ling's wounds were healing rapidly.

If they can't take Yang Ling down to hell with them, their fate will be terrible.

"I never expected you guys could unleash such power. It seems I need to get serious!" Yang Ling thought disdainfully, his patience dwindling.

We need to deal with these guys as soon as possible, then take down those families one by one and drive them back in one fell swoop. Only in this way can we completely drive them out.

The stronger he is, the less others dare to attack him.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, and the floor beneath his feet shattered instantly. He took the initiative to meet those people.

The remaining seven or eight disciples also stepped forward to help.

"Your opponent is me. Do you think you can get past me?" Ying Zheng blocked their way, and they were stunned for a moment when they saw him.

"Who do you think you are, daring to block our way? You're courting death!" Ying Zheng quickly engaged them in battle, and the scene was extremely fierce.

Yang Ling then confronted them with astonishing strength.

"To be honest, we have quite a few secret techniques, but each time we activate them, we lose our lives!"

"You've driven us to this point, our goal is to die together with you!"

"Are you out of your minds? Using this method against me? I don't know where you got the courage!" Yang Ling blurted out, and they were so angry that their eyes rolled back, and they almost fainted. Yang Ling fought them with even greater strength; his aura was powerful, and his speed was extremely fast. Before they could even make a move, their attacks were neutralized by Yang Ling. They wanted to attack again, but they found that the flames were constantly draining their spiritual energy, and their spiritual energy was about to be exhausted. With only a sliver of strength left, they couldn't alleviate the pain in their bodies at all.

Yang Ling's strength was indeed unparalleled among his peers; they never expected to be defeated by him. Even at this point, they might not be able to kill him. The onlookers, witnessing this scene, sighed in amazement.

"Why do they struggle so hard? They should just beg for mercy sooner. What's the point?"

"That's right, we might as well give up!"

"What are they even holding on to? If I were them, I would have run away long ago!"

"Where can you run to? Yang Ling's punch can kill!"

They sighed inwardly.

Those people roared; Yang Ling hadn't expected them to launch an attack.

He took a few steps back, keeping his distance from them. Their attack had made his internal energy unstable, but fortunately he recovered quickly.

Yang Ling prepared to launch his final attack, but several disciples were killed by him. Ying Zheng fought fiercely with the remaining disciples. Ying Zheng had only recently advanced in rank and his strength was still insufficient, but fortunately, Sun Yao arrived in time to fight alongside him.

“You bastards who aid and abet evil, you’re in cahoots with him, don’t you want to cooperate with us?”

"That's right, we can cooperate, and I'll give you a lot of wealth!" They couldn't be bothered to reply. Even if they gave them a lot, could it compare to Yang Ling's? Yang Ling had many elixir manuals, all dug up from ancient tombs—those were the real treasures. If Yang Ling heard their thoughts, his face would probably twitch.

They looked serious, after all, even the strongest people had been defeated by Yang Ling.

Therefore, they wouldn't be foolish enough to simply eliminate these people who were being noisy. Yang Ling had already anticipated this scene. He looked down at his surroundings; they now held the upper hand, and few of the remaining people were their match.

"I never imagined that those powerful families would be so easily defeated, unable to even deal with a single finger of ours. It's truly shameful!"

"That's right, they dare to try and take advantage of us! Don't they know who we are!"

"We've never submitted to anyone!" they exclaimed, clearly thrilled by the current situation. Being able to repel several families was a tremendous victory for them. In the past, they had been trampled underfoot and looked down upon; now, they were powerful and had a voice.

Those who used to look down on them now fawn over them. Yang Ling has even helped them advance further, making them even more grateful. Without Yang Ling, they wouldn't be where they are today. They are willing to fight and struggle for Yang Ling.

"Alright, I think the fighting's almost over. Those family disciples are few and far between, and those who deserved to die are already dead. There's no need to continue!" They stopped what they were doing, glanced at Yang Ling, and nodded. They had no choice but to obey Yang Ling. The others clenched their fists; Yang Ling's words were like a resounding slap in the face—utterly humiliating, a disgrace beyond measure. (End of Chapter)