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

"Alright, you haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you? If you can't produce it, we should part ways as soon as possible!" Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, the old man rolled his eyes and then imparted everything he had accumulated over the years to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling remained calm, but while receiving the inheritance, he deeply felt the terror of the ancient powerhouses; their thinking and ideas had reached an unbelievable level. It must be said that even though the relics from ancient times had been greatly weakened, they were still incredibly powerful.

When Yang Ling opened his eyes, he found that the previous scene was gone. He stood in an open space, surrounded by a crowd of greedy, eager people. Ying Zheng and his men stood in front of him, confronting him.

"That's the guy!"

"I saw him go in with my own eyes, we can't let him get away! His aura was so strong before, he must have been very confident. He only succeeded because of luck. Hand it over now!"

"That's right, this thing belongs to us!" Some people, though not particularly strong, were eager to try, their hearts filled with resentment. Feng Qingqing stood in front of several demonic beasts, advising, "Don't make a move! He's too strong; making a move will only lead to your deaths!"

"You should just give up. Don't you know what the consequences will be if you attack him? Stop dreaming!" The power Yang Ling unleashed had clearly reached an extremely high level. Anyone who dared to oppose Yang Ling would have a death wish.

But they also had concerns: what if Yang Ling became displeased and attacked them?
The demonic beasts stared at Yang Ling, recalling the scene of being brutally beaten by him before. Now, they were even helping Yang Ling—it was truly baffling and despicable. One of the demonic beasts stepped forward, wanting to demand an explanation from Yang Ling. Yang Ling's expression was gloomy; the other demonic beasts were unaware of Yang Ling's true strength.

However, the person who had just fought Yang Ling knew that Yang Ling was incredibly powerful. He could easily injure him severely without breaking a sweat, which was far beyond his imagination.

Of course, he dared not make a sound, for fear of being ridiculed. After all, he was usually arrogant and disdainful of others, and now that he had been defeated, how could he say it out loud? He could only lie and say that Yang Ling had succeeded by sneak attack.

How could a few demonic beasts tolerate this? Normally, others would avoid them like the plague; now, expecting them to submit was utterly impossible! Moreover, Yang Ling had obtained a peerless treasure; they couldn't let him go. The demonic beasts glared at them, while Feng Qingqing turned to look at the beasts from before, her heart filled with resentment. These demonic beasts were truly insane; they dared not admit defeat, didn't they know what kind of situation this would lead them to? Yang Ling was powerful enough to easily defeat them all.

"That's enough! Do you even know who he is?"

"He's incredibly strong. If you go forward, you'll be courting death. I didn't warn you!" Feng Qingqing blurted out. They stared at Feng Qingqing, their voices accusing her: "You're actually siding with outsiders! How laughable! You're a demon beast, yet you don't know you belong to our faction and are different from others!"

"Exactly! If it weren't for the fact that we're all demon beasts, we wouldn't have bothered with you!" Feng Qingqing was extremely annoyed. She wasn't helping Yang Ling, but she didn't want them to go to their deaths. Attacking Yang Ling would undoubtedly lead to their demise. Didn't they have a clear understanding of their own strength?

Yang Ling looked at those people and understood that they were eyeing what he had covetously.

These things meant nothing to him, but they were displeased to see Yang Ling succeed. Feng Qingqing couldn't stand it any longer and said to them, "He is the person we demon beasts fear most—Yang Ling! Don't you understand?"

In an instant, they realized that the person standing before them was Yang Ling. Although they had never fought Yang Ling, they had long heard of his great reputation and knew that his strength was undoubtedly the strongest.

They were torn with conflicting emotions. Yang Ling was irreconcilably opposed to the demonic beasts, and even if they were defeated, their lives would be in danger. One of them quickly realized that he wasn't afraid of Yang Ling; he came from the border region and had long harbored murderous intent towards him. Moreover, Yang Ling might not even know who he was or what abilities he possessed.

Besides, how could they ignore such a huge treasure? If they could obtain it, they would surely reap rich rewards. Yang Ling looked at them, knowing they wouldn't let this opportunity pass. So, he simply made a move, sending the man flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and Yang Ling finished him off in one fell swoop.

They sensed the powerful aura emanating from Yang Ling and, disregarding everything else, were filled with terror. The man tried to escape, but Yang Ling blocked his way; for Yang Ling, taking his life would be effortless.

The man gazed at Yang Ling, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He struggled to think, why did he have to provoke Yang Ling? Of all people to offend, why did he have to offend Yang Ling?

With his current strength, he was no match for Yang Ling. Even if he fought with all his might, he couldn't harm Yang Ling in the slightest. Yang Ling looked down at him and sneered.

With his current strength, dealing with him would be effortless. Yang Ling's series of actions shocked them. They clearly felt that Yang Ling's current abilities were not much different from those of the family head.

The demon beasts' faces turned pale and then red. They were only saved by Feng Qingqing's warning; otherwise, they would have been sent to their deaths. They couldn't imagine how terrible the consequences would have been.

"We misunderstood you just now. We thought you were going to harm us. We didn't expect you to be telling the truth. It was really scary!"

"Yes, it was really scary, we never expected it to be like this!"

They knew Yang Ling despised demonic beasts, so why should they bother joining in? They simply couldn't defeat Yang Ling.

Yang Ling then turned and left with Ying Zheng, and the rest of the crowd retreated, none daring to step forward to stop them.

After Yang Ling left, someone in the crowd suddenly asked, "You clearly knew he was exceptionally strong, so why didn't you warn us sooner? If someone hadn't stopped us, we probably would have suffered an even more tragic fate!"

The demonic beasts exchanged bewildered glances, watching their departing figures, realizing they had nearly lost their lives. They took a deep breath, and one of the beasts said, "Yang Ling's strength is extraordinary; his cultivation level is comparable to the female clan leader's. Who else do you think could be his match?" Upon hearing this, the others suddenly understood; they had indeed almost lost their lives at Yang Ling's hands. Fortunately, Yang Ling hadn't held it against them; otherwise, they probably wouldn't have survived.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"What exactly is that thing you obtained? I'm quite curious. Its aura is so strange; I hope it won't have any adverse effects on you?" He asked Yang Ling proactively. Yang Ling sighed and slowly replied, "This is an ancient cultivation technique, far more powerful than we imagined. It took countless years to cultivate such a vast aura. Unfortunately, its aura is now quite weak and needs further nourishment!" Ying Zheng said to Yang Ling, "You said you'd help me find something suitable; have you found anything?" He didn't treat Yang Ling as an outsider and asked directly. Yang Ling, who treated him like a brother, smiled and remembered him. Although Ying Zheng didn't say it explicitly, he knew that if Yang Ling had anything good, he would give it to him immediately.

"Let's find a secluded place. I'll give you all the cultivation techniques that suit you to help you improve your strength!" Yang Ling said solemnly. He thought that after the Blood Moon Day ended, there would probably be many changes. Although he didn't know the specifics, he still needed to be prepared.

Yang Ling found all the cultivation techniques one by one and handed them over to Ying Zheng, giving him only the ones suitable for him. Ying Zheng sensed that this power was different from others, while Yang Ling remained calm.

These techniques were extremely suitable for Ying Zheng, who quickly grasped their essence. He mastered them thoroughly, and his physique became increasingly robust. Compared to Yang Ling, he was stronger due to his innate advantages. This time, Yang Ling swiftly helped him master the purest techniques.

In this way, no one could defeat him. Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment before saying, "What you gave me is indeed incredibly powerful, but I still need to adjust. Learning such a powerful technique all at once is a bit too much for me." Yang Ling understood his meaning and was momentarily dazed, thinking it was something serious.

"Why don't you try to obtain those treasures? There are so many wonderful things; if you can get more, no one will be able to defeat you!" he asked Yang Ling. Yang Ling's strength far exceeded his expectations; once he succeeded, no one could match him. Moreover, Yang Ling had the best chance of obtaining those treasures; if he made a move, others would likely have no chance at all.

Ying Zheng was puzzled: why would Yang Ling give up such a golden opportunity?
"This is a long story, and I have my own plans. You'll know in time," Yang Ling said without further explanation. Ying Zheng sighed; he trusted Yang Ling. Even if Yang Ling couldn't obtain it now, he would surely become the strongest in the future. Yang Ling looked at Ying Zheng and said, "You don't need to worry. Let's go out and take a look!" Unbeknownst to Yang Ling, the young master of the Qin family and Sun Yao were standing together, several treasures laid out before them. These treasures were not available to everyone; many had tried many times, all to no avail. They looked at each other, pondering how to obtain the treasures.

"Young Master Qin, what should we do? These people are united and have a close relationship. If we fight them head-on, I'm afraid we will not be able to win!"

"Don't rush, let's hold back for now. Dealing with them isn't actually that difficult!"

"Young Master Qin said in a serious tone. The others chattered amongst themselves, "Stop talking big! If you're going to talk big, why are you here? Wouldn't it be better if we worked together to solve this problem? Why are we arguing like this?" As they were discussing this, suddenly, several figures appeared out of thin air, standing in front of them, looking down at them with calm expressions.

"You guys, can't you understand human language?"

"We are created by heaven and earth, and have possessed great power since ancient times. You are no match for us. Of course, if there are those stronger than us, we will submit!" They said calmly, as if the matter were insignificant.

"I'll go first! I'm powerful enough; this treasure is destined to be mine!" A man stepped forward, but was immediately sent flying. The others burst into laughter: "Is that all the strength you've got?" They sighed, surprised at how weak they were.

Sun Yao seemed thoughtful. This malevolent energy was too strong; it might not be of any use to him. The only things he truly valued were probably those few treasures. He understood that things were far more complex than he had imagined. He hadn't expected this man to be so easily defeated.

Rather than dragging things out like this, let's go all out. He sized the man up, his eyes full of contempt. The man, however, remained calm and unmoved. The young master of the Qin family was still hesitating whether to step forward and give it a try when, at this moment, a man stepped forward. He was quite strong, and the aura emanating from his body resonated with a sword.

They were overjoyed, never expecting this person to be so relaxed. However, just as the man was excited, they suddenly heard footsteps. They looked up, and Sun Yao was the first to recognize Yang Ling: "Young Master Zhao, you've finally arrived! Why are you so late? This truly surprises me!"

"Yes, Young Master Zhao! Where have you been? We've been waiting here anxiously!" Yang Ling looked at the treasures before him and immediately became interested. Since they liked them, he would give them to them. He would keep the last one for Ying Zheng. He had just observed it and found that its aura was extremely suitable for them.

Yang Ling's nonchalant demeanor made it seem as if these things were worthless and that he could easily pocket them.

"Are you treating us like we don't exist the moment you arrive?" someone suddenly blurted out from the crowd.

"Even if he comes, what can he do? We'll have to see if he can take all these things!" Everyone chimed in, vying to speak. Yang Ling listened and smiled thoughtfully.

"Isn't this an easy task?"

"You? Do you think you have that ability?"

"This is our young master, a genius among geniuses. He even obtained a treasure before. Do you think you are qualified to compare with him?" The man, who was originally planning to sneak away, felt a sudden tightness in his heart when he heard someone call his name.

He had planned to sneak away while Yang Ling wasn't looking. He'd already got the stuff; what happened next was none of his business. Whoever took it could have it. Even if Yang Ling took it all, it wouldn't concern him.

Upon hearing the name, Yang Ling felt it sounded familiar and subconsciously looked up, his eyes meeting the man's. The moment he saw him, Yang Ling instantly realized, "So it's him!" No wonder he seemed familiar; they had a brief encounter in the Spirit Realm. He remembered that the man had tried to kill him, but had managed to escape.

Unexpectedly, they ran into each other here again. Sensing Yang Ling's gaze, the man froze on the spot for a moment, coughed lightly, and forced a smile.

The others, however, remained oblivious. One of them declared righteously, "Our young master is also a hero among men. He competes fairly with us. What gives you the right to be so arrogant?" The man frowned, wondering what grudge he held against him that caused him to hold such a grudge and push him forward.

He's trying to get himself killed! Does he even know who Yang Ling is? Yang Ling is incredibly powerful; even he himself would be no match for him. Yang Ling, with a smile on his face, walked calmly to the illusory figure from before.

The illusory figure looked at Yang Ling, but didn't find anything special about him. Seeing this, the others all attacked Yang Ling.

They had long disliked Yang Ling for being so arrogant. Seeing them about to attack Yang Ling, the man instinctively stopped them, saying, "Enough! Haven't you made a fool of yourselves yet? Stop it!" (End of Chapter)