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

He had shown them mercy last time, but they didn't appreciate it and dared to provoke him again. Since that's the case, then he wouldn't hold back. A smile played on Yang Ling's lips.

"I've never had the habit of leaving, but I often have murderous thoughts. What do you think?" The demonic beast sneered. It knew Yang Ling would definitely not leave, and it was precisely what it was waiting for Yang Ling to refuse. If Yang Ling refused to leave, then it would "help" Yang Ling out.

It charged towards Yang Ling, who sighed helplessly, thinking that it couldn't even beat Feng Qingqing, yet dared to attack him.

Yang Ling charged forward directly, and the two auras collided violently, unleashing an unstoppable force. The demonic beast's pupils contracted sharply; sensing the immense power emanating from Yang Ling, its entire body trembled involuntarily. At this moment, it recognized Yang Ling.

"You...you're Yang Ling, how could it be you!" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow. Was it too late to recognize him now?

The demonic beast was no match for Yang Ling. It couldn't even withstand a single move before being sent flying. Covered in wounds, Yang Ling's attack had nearly killed it. The beast coughed up blood and collapsed heavily to the ground.

It was filled with doubt. Its move was incredibly powerful. Even if it couldn't kill the opponent, it should at least defeat them. But it was Yang Ling who sent it flying.

Yang Ling glanced at the demon beast. This move didn't kill it because of its strong physique, but it was enough to make it recuperate for ten days to half a month.

After the matter was over, Yang Ling left with Ying Zheng. To Yang Ling, those things were merely external possessions, not something he absolutely needed. But this demonic beast had provoked him time and time again, and deserved to die, so he decided to teach it a lesson.

Feng Qingqing glanced at Yang Ling, surprised by his ruthless methods. She had initially intended to help the demon beast, but now it seemed she had brought this upon herself.

Feng Qingqing stopped in her tracks. Ying Zheng was starting to falter, and Yang Ling quickly pulled him along. Feng Qingqing was stunned, finally realizing that the other's strength far surpassed her own. Even with her own talent, she was still far inferior to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling approached the bead, his brow furrowed. He sensed something; as he drew near, he could feel an all-consuming power. This aura was far too strong, unlike anything benevolent, and Yang Ling wanted to investigate further.

"You need to be very careful, this aura is really strange!"

Yang Ling nodded, realizing something was amiss. "Don't worry, as long as the opponent isn't as skilled as me, I'll be fine." He was puzzled. The moment his hand touched the bead, a beam of light enveloped him and Ying Zheng. The next second, they found themselves in an open space.

Yang Ling discovered that they had entered a completely empty space. Ying Zheng was somewhat surprised.

"How are you? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Ying Zheng shook his head at Yang Ling. Yang Ling looked around the place, unable to pinpoint what was strange about it, but the atmosphere here was very odd.

Just as Yang Ling was about to investigate further, a black figure appeared out of nowhere and walked up to Yang Ling.

"I originally thought that someone over sixty years old would be able to enter this place, but I didn't expect you to be so young. Those outside were all tests I set up, but they are far from enough. As long as you can pass my tests, I will pass on all my knowledge to you!" Yang Ling felt that the old man had ill intentions and couldn't help but ask:
"The aura emanating from you is quite peculiar, as if it were passed down from ancient times, or perhaps it was naturally generated from the heavens and earth?" The old man smiled and said to Yang Ling. His power throughout his life was boundless and unfathomable. If Yang Ling could possess his strength, he could become a being second only to one person and above ten thousand others.

Yang Ling also noticed that the old man was very anxious. Could there be a trap here?

“In ancient times, I saw it in ancient books. At that time, many things were sealed away. How can you prove that what you are saying is true?” The old man seemed to be thinking. Knowing that Yang Ling did not believe him, he simply revealed his true colors.

When they saw the old man's true face, they felt the malevolent aura around him more acutely and realized that the old man was indeed hiding something from them.

“I already told you, this bead is a portion of what I’ve learned in my life, only a portion, and not just anyone can learn it. And if you agree, I guarantee you’ll become stronger!” Yang Ling smiled, though he didn’t actually intend to choose the old man. Besides, he found the old man strange, comparable to the hidden sect he’d encountered before.

However, he also felt that the old man was not lying, because the old man had a pure aura, which was not something that ordinary people could possess.

"You brat! What are you thinking? If it weren't for my old age and weak body, and the fact that spiritual energy has gradually declined since ancient times, leaving me without enough strong spiritual energy to support me!"

"Otherwise, how could I casually find someone to impart all the knowledge I've gained in my life? I might not even give it to someone begging me!" The old man was still thinking about living a carefree life in the future, since if Yang Ling really agreed, then he would be tied to Yang Ling from now on. Whether it was a coincidence or for some other reason, they became even more cautious.

"Don't overthink it. Besides, it's such a good thing, just take it. Why worry about everything else? This thing will definitely come in handy!" Ying Zheng said to Yang Ling. Yang Ling nodded and quickly stepped forward.

The old man looked at Yang Ling and knew that Yang Ling wouldn't refuse; no one could resist his temptation. Just as Yang Ling was about to make a move, a noisy voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Stop! This is ours, how can you take it? And who are you? Get out of here right now!" Looking at the men who came over, Yang Ling felt that they were unfamiliar and he had never seen them before.

"Where are you from?"

"You don't understand, do you? We're from the Spirit Realm. The Spirit Realm is divided into several areas, and we've stayed there for hundreds of years without ever leaving. Now that we've finally come out, this thing doesn't necessarily belong to us!" The speaker was arrogant and disdainful of everyone. As soon as he finished speaking, his brows furrowed, and the next moment, he flew swiftly towards the old man's location.

"I am the young master of the family. No matter who you are, you must be at my service today!" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed. The people of Shaoyang knew in their hearts that this was definitely a rare and enormous treasure.

With so many powerful individuals gathered here, he naturally had to make the first move and seize the initiative; otherwise, he wouldn't even have a chance to get his hands on it. Moreover, everyone who could come here was a formidable opponent, and he was determined to obtain this treasure.

The old man glanced at the person before him, a surge of displeasure rising within him. Suddenly, a dense aura erupted, transforming into a surging wave that swept towards him. He was greatly alarmed, never expecting that the old man would display such astonishing strength in such a short time, far exceeding his imagination.

He instinctively took a step back; the power was simply too terrifying. Immediately afterward, the crowd from Shaoyang cried out in alarm, their bodies trembling, a look of astonishment flashing in their eyes. This power was far too strong; just how strong would it have to be to reach such a level? He was filled with regret; he had been too reckless, attacking without even verifying the old man's identity.

Now, suffering severe internal injuries and in such a state, he will likely find it difficult to continue vying for the treasure. For this one treasure, he has lost the opportunity to participate in other competitions, and he regrets it.

"I'm telling you, if you want to get the treasure, you must get my approval. I don't want to waste any more words!" When Feng Qingqing saw this scene, she thought that she had finally managed to get a share of the pie after all the hard work of getting in. She sighed and didn't expect that she didn't have the qualifications.

Having learned from the experience of the people in Shaoyang, Feng Qingqing dared not try it lightly, so she simply stepped aside and quietly observed. At this moment, the man saw this and took the initiative to step forward.

"Senior, who exactly are you? Why do we need your approval?"

"Once you gain my approval, you will naturally understand!" The man speaking seemed confident, but in reality, he had other plans. He appeared to want the old man's approval, but in fact, the aura he emitted was aimed at Yang Ling with fierce and deadly attacks.

Although Yang Ling was prepared, in his eyes, this man still dared to compete with him for the treasure. If he could kill Yang Ling, he would be the only one left. How could he miss such a great opportunity? So, he simply attacked Yang Ling, intending to take the treasure in a perfectly legitimate way.

Facing the man's sneak attack, Yang Ling's lips curled into a cold smile. He had sensed the man's attack the moment he made it. This was all he was capable of? He thought he could take him down? His movements were incredibly swift, far faster than the man's. The force hadn't even managed to harm Yang Ling in the slightest. The man's eyes widened in disbelief. He had used his full strength; he could have easily torn Yang Ling to shreds. How had Yang Ling managed to withstand his attack?

Such a powerful physique is probably only possessed by demonic beasts.

"Is that all you've got? You think you can attack me? If you want to ambush me, I suggest you go back and learn some martial arts first!" Yang Ling said seriously, then waved his hand, sending the force flying. Yang Ling took a step back, keeping his distance from the man. The man's eyes were filled with fear; Yang Ling's actions felt like a mountain pressing down on him, leaving him powerless to resist.

"How is that possible? You must be a demon beast in disguise! How could you possess such power!" Feng Qingqing was also filled with doubt. Yang Ling did indeed exude the aura of a demon beast, but it was extremely pure and difficult to detect. She stretched out her hand and said, "Since you doubt my identity, then I'll tell you, I'm not a demon beast at all, and killing you would be as easy as turning my hand!"

As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, the aura he unleashed made everyone's faces turn pale and their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

Yang Ling was clearly of similar strength to them, yet he was able to reach such a terrifying level.

How did he do that? No one had ever been able to do it like Yang Ling. No wonder Yang Ling was able to help her before, Feng Qingqing thought to herself. With her strength, she was no match for Yang Ling. The man's eyes lit up immediately; he hadn't expected Yang Ling to have such strength. If they had known Yang Ling was so powerful, they wouldn't have dared to make a move, no matter how much courage they had.

They swallowed hard and begged Yang Ling for mercy, saying, "I was blind to your greatness before, can you please let me go?"

"I told you, it's impossible!" Yang Ling unleashed a sword strike, the power of which far exceeded his expectations. The others involuntarily took a step back, trembling. The one killed was the young master of the family, and a man of extraordinary status, yet Yang Ling had slain him so easily. The crucial point was, Yang Ling was far too powerful! The Shaoyang group seemed to realize something, asking incredulously, "You're actually Yang Ling!"

He guessed Yang Ling's identity because in the Spirit Realm, the only person they feared was Yang Ling. Even before reaching his current level, Yang Ling was already famous throughout the Spirit Realm. At that time, Yang Ling was the protector of the Qin family's young master. Moreover, even then, Yang Ling had already wreaked havoc in the Spirit Realm, and no one could rival him.

After months of diligent training, Yang Ling had utterly terrified everyone. They trembled before him like mice before a cat. To oppose Yang Ling meant certain death. Over time, they grew unwilling to oppose him anymore. Who could have imagined they would encounter Yang Ling here?

The name popped into their minds, and Feng Qingqing was even more surprised. She had thought that Yang Ling and the demon beasts were irreconcilable enemies, so why would she help him?
“That’s right, you only recognize me now? Isn’t it a bit too late?” Yang Ling moved with lightning speed, taking away Shao Yang’s belongings. He only glanced at them and found that this kid actually had quite a few good things, which pleased him greatly.

Upon closer reflection, he realized that the man was, after all, the young master of a family, and naturally possessed a great deal of valuables. Everyone who came here had powerful backgrounds and noble origins, yet they all met untimely deaths. The old man looked at Yang Ling, his eyes lighting up. With Yang Ling's strength, he was already extremely powerful; he was the only one qualified to take his treasures.

Yang Ling approached the old man, curious whether the person the old man had sought out was as powerful as himself. He asked, "By the way, do you have any disciples as powerful as me?" The old man shook his head, but believed Yang Ling possessed extraordinary talent and strength, destined to become a heaven-defying being. With Yang Ling's assistance, no one would be able to defeat him. Yang Ling, not wanting to waste words with the old man, reached out and took out a bead. The bead transformed into a golden light and entered Yang Ling's body. The next moment, Yang Ling was completely enveloped in light. Ying Zheng, seeing this, had a complex expression. Would Yang Ling really be alright?

He felt that this aura was somewhat strange, and the strength it brought was naturally extremely high, but would Yang Ling be in trouble?
Yang Ling remained calm, frantically absorbing the surrounding energy, his body subtly undergoing changes. Feng Qingqing, witnessing this, exclaimed in amazement, "Such a rich energy!"

The old man stared at Yang Ling, his face solemn, and said, "Now we are one, how could I harm you? Don't resist like this, I will definitely make you stronger!" Yang Ling ignored the old man's words. Although he could feel his own strength increasing, it was mixed with a violent aura. (End of this chapter)