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

Qin Yixian approached Yang Ling, with Ying Zheng naturally accompanying him. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "This thing will most likely fall into your hands; we won't compete with you. Besides, we know we're no match for you. So, we'll use this time to search for even more powerful treasures!"

Qin Yixian said to Yang Ling. Yang Ling turned to look at Qin Yixian and asked, "Are you stating your position to me, or are you planning to back down?"

“I know what I’m doing, and besides, we’re close friends, why should I compete with you? Moreover, we can’t help you much right now; your strength far exceeds our expectations. If you encounter danger, just crush the jade token I gave you, and I’ll come running!” Yang Ling didn’t say anything more. It was indeed a good choice for them not to compete with him.

To be honest, there will be more monsters attacking at that time, and the risks they will face are no less than ours.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to search for even better treasures would be a wise move.

"You all go quickly, I'll take my men and leave first!" Yang Ling was unusually agitated; he had been preparing for this day for a long time. Just as Yang Ling was about to depart, Ying Zheng suddenly called him back.

"I have a feeling this isn't the place we're looking for!" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled. The aura emanating from this thing was extremely mysterious, remarkably similar to what they were searching for. Why would Ying Zheng say that?

“While you were in seclusion, the female patriarch contacted me and gave me a treasure, saying it could lead us to find what she truly desires. Let’s go now!” Yang Ling had no doubt about Ying Zheng’s words. The female patriarch was powerful and had foreseen this day, meaning she must have been planning this for a long time. So, they walked forward. No one noticed Yang Ling’s movements, but after he left, they sensed something amiss. After all, Yang Ling’s aura was extraordinary; they immediately noticed his departure.

The next second, a powerful aura erupted, repelling everyone around and shaking the heavens and earth, as if a ferocious beast had been unleashed.

Yang Ling glanced at the commotion caused by the burst of energy and sighed inwardly: Truly extraordinary. So many people are vying for it, all to become stronger. Yet he remains remarkably calm. Ying Zheng looked at Yang Ling, somewhat puzzled.

How did Yang Ling end up here?

"The place we were looking for isn't here. Where are you going?"

"Trust me, I feel it's right here!"

Ying Zheng looked around, finding Yang Ling's words somewhat unbelievable. There was no sound at all, and the aura emanating from the area was extremely faint. Could what they were looking for possibly appear in such an inconspicuous place?

Yang Ling pulled Ying Zheng to sit down and said unhurriedly, "Let's have some tea first. After you gave me the treasure, didn't you swear it was somewhere else? Why don't you believe me now that I'm looking for it?" Ying Zheng shook his head. At this moment, he no longer had the leisure and inclination of Yang Ling to brew tea and wine. If others saw this, they might think Yang Ling had lost his mind.

However, just as Yang Ling was about to speak, a voice rang in his ear: "Well, so you're here! I've been looking for you for ages!" A group of people walked out, and to Yang Ling's surprise, the one standing at the front was a member of the Power Clan. Why were the Power Clan members so persistent? He remembered that he had a fairly good impression of this person last time; it seemed to be a newly elected member of the Power Clan. He had heard of him before, but had never actually seen him.

However, Shen Tao, relying on his extraordinary status, had once tried to provoke him, but he hadn't even given him a glance. Yang Ling found it very strange to run into him here. They had only found this place because of their treasure; normally, no one would come here. After all, it was an ordinary place, difficult to be discovered. What was he doing here all of a sudden? It couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

He felt that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

"You said you've been looking for me for a long time, is that true? You didn't come here on purpose, did you? Or are you looking for something?" he countered. The man gritted his teeth, surprised that Yang Ling would ask such a question.

Why are you asking me?

Shen Tao nervously took a step back. The elders behind him unleashed even greater power, their eyes filled with killing intent. The enmity between the two sides had long been established, and at this moment they only wanted to kill Yang Ling as soon as possible; they had no other thoughts.

"It seems you know very well that thing is right here!" Yang Ling raised an eyebrow, already having made his judgment. Otherwise, why would they choose to come at this particular time? There must be some other hidden reason.

Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, they instantly calmed down.

The next moment, Shen Tao suddenly charged towards Yang Ling. The power he unleashed after exchanging glances with the other elders was not to be underestimated. Yang Ling was fearless and took the initiative to meet their attack.

Ying Zheng followed closely behind, showing no fear despite the enemy's superior numbers. Under the relentless onslaught, one enemy screamed in agony. Ying Zheng's attacks were extremely ruthless, each strike aimed to kill. Shen Tao and the others felt a chill run down their spines; had they not reacted quickly, they would likely have already perished under Ying Zheng's blade.

"You are so ruthless! No wonder you are Yang Ling's friend. You two are cut from the same cloth and deserve to die!" An elder roared, raising his hands high. A powerful aura transformed into surging waves that continuously rushed towards Ying Zheng.

That aura was enough to devour a person. If it were the former Ying Zheng, defeating so many powerful figures in a short period of time would undoubtedly be an impossible task.

But after such a long period of training, his strength has greatly improved. Moreover, Yang Ling has given him many precious treasures, which have helped him progress rapidly. In particular, his current strength exudes a mysterious aura, and he does not back down when facing these powerful figures.

On the other side, Yang Ling and Shen Tao were wrestling.

Shen Tao stared at Yang Ling, utterly shocked. Yang Ling was completely unharmed. He remembered that Yang Ling's strength had been far less than this before. Yang Ling had been in seclusion for some time, and must have developed many powerful techniques that would be difficult for someone of his level to withstand. To deal with Yang Ling, he had specially set up the Bewildering Heaven Array, and he had already expended most of his energy just now. For a normal person, they would probably have already perished.

However, Yang Ling not only emerged alive from the formation, but also showed no signs of distress. It seemed they were still unwilling to give up. Since the dragon pearl had fallen into Yang Ling's hands, he had become immortal; trying to defeat him using such methods was simply a pipe dream. With such limited abilities, they thought they could kill him? It was utterly delusional.

"You're just like that Lou Yu guy! No matter how many people you bring, they won't be a match for me!" Shen Tao ignored Yang Ling, stubbornly continuing his madman's roar. Finally, he realized his power was gradually dissipating. What method had Yang Ling used to make his aura dissipate so quickly? He wondered, this person's aura seemed so familiar, somewhat like that old guy he'd met before.

Yang Ling had sensed Shen Tao's aura earlier and immediately stopped him.

"Who exactly are you? Your aura is far beyond what someone your age should have. You look only in your twenties, yet you possess such a mature presence. Who would believe that?" Shen Tao struggled with all his might to break free from Yang Ling's grasp, but his attacks only left a slight mark on Yang Ling. With a slight exertion, Yang Ling sent him flying.

"The aura on you is somewhat similar to that of your family head, but I heard your family is already in seclusion. How do you possess his aura?" Yang Ling walked up to Shen Tao, looking down at him. Shen Tao's expression changed; he hadn't expected Yang Ling to be so clever.

His heart tightened instantly. He thought he was fully prepared, but he had underestimated Yang Ling's strength. But how did Yang Ling know about this place? Did the female clan leader tell him?
"Tell me, where did you get all this strength from?"

"Who else could it be but the former patriarch who passed it on to me? He loved me like his own son, so isn't it normal for him to pass on his strength to me?" Yang Ling didn't believe him. He might understand if it were anyone else, but that old man was narrow-minded; how could he possibly pass on most of his strength to him? It seemed he was lying.

Shen Tao let out a series of screams. Yang Ling's punch hadn't killed him, but he felt as if his internal organs had been shattered. Pain washed over him like a tidal wave, making him wish he could die on the spot. Yang Ling was torturing him.

Yang Ling glanced at Ying Zheng, who hadn't given those people a chance to make a move from beginning to end. Now, most of them had already been defeated by him, and the rest were listless and filled with despair. Ying Zheng could finish them off in a matter of moments.

"By the way, did you know that I obtained quite a few treasures here? One of them is called the Soul-Hunting Umbrella, which can trap a person's soul inside, making it impossible for you to escape. I'd like to see just who you really are!"

Shen Tao tried to escape, but was caught by the Soul-Hunting Umbrella and completely enveloped. He looked at Yang Ling, desperate to die. Yang Ling had already determined that there were no other problems with him, so naturally he wouldn't let him leave easily. Perfect timing, he wanted to know who was helping him behind the scenes.

Just as Yang Ling was about to give him a proper interrogation, Shen Tao suddenly burst into laughter.

"Even if you find out, what good will it do? It's probably too late. A large number of demonic beasts will arrive soon, and they will lend me a hand. How long do you think you can hide?" Yang Ling looked towards the horizon and saw hundreds of demonic beasts surging towards them. He hadn't expected them to actually come. Seeing the demonic beasts appear, Yang Ling said excitedly.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help!" The demonic beasts looked at Yang Ling, their lips curling into a smile. They hadn't expected to encounter Yang Ling here. More importantly, Shen Tao was also here, so it seemed the two had already clashed beforehand.

"Yang Ling must have used some kind of treasure to be here. I've heard he has quite a few treasures on him. Why don't we take him down and seize his valuables?" The reason those demonic beasts didn't take Yang Ling seriously was because they hadn't fought him yet and didn't know just how powerful he was. Yang Ling looked at Shen Tao, whose eyes were filled with a death-defying resolve.

Yang Ling ignored him; it was just the same group of people anyway. Sure enough, Shen Tao was that old guy; he had already guessed it and understood why this person held a grudge against him.

"You're just like the Qin family patriarch, actually colluding with the Dark Gate. I've slaughtered every last member of the Dark Gate, so who are you cooperating with? Tell me who's behind you, and I might spare your life!"

"Hahaha, you're dreaming!" Shen Tao's face was contorted with rage. At this point, Yang Ling would never get any information out of him.

Witnessing this scene, Yang Ling clenched his fists.

These guys are truly shameless, which has broadened his horizons.

The demonic beasts menacingly approached Yang Ling, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, determined to fight him to the death. Yang Ling gripped his sword tightly; as his cultivation level increased, the aura emanating from him grew ever stronger, chilling all who beheld him.

Ying Zheng had just been locked in a fierce battle with those people, and for a time it was difficult to determine who was superior.

"You step back, let me handle this!" Hearing Yang Ling's words, Ying Zheng nodded, took a step back, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yang Ling. Faced with so many demonic beasts, Yang Ling decided to try alone. He hesitated for a moment, wondering to himself: Can Yang Ling really do it?
After Yang Ling finished speaking, he cautiously asked, "Are you really going to deal with them all by yourself? Going in alone is not a wise move!" Yang Ling waved his hand and said confidently, "It won't be long before we get what we want. Then, all these people will die by my sword."

After speaking, Yang Ling transformed into a streak of light and charged towards the horde of demonic beasts. The demonic beasts stared wide-eyed, never expecting Yang Ling to be even more powerful than they had imagined. Facing so many demonic beasts, Yang Ling not only did not retreat but instead took the initiative to attack, truly displaying incredible audacity. The demonic beast at the very front hadn't even had time to react before being killed by Yang Ling, causing the other demonic beasts to tense up.

Their pride and joy were utterly shattered before Yang Ling. At that moment, they finally understood. Yang Ling sneered and distanced himself from them.

He hovered in mid-air and unleashed a punch. The demonic beasts, caught off guard, were struck by Yang Ling, roaring furiously and yearning to charge again. The other beasts joined forces to attack Yang Ling's back, yet he remained unscathed, as if nothing had happened. How could this be?

Their strength was close to that of a stronger being, so they should have been able to defeat Yang Ling. But Yang Ling was unharmed. What exactly happened?

It seems Yang Ling's abilities are even more exaggerated than they imagined. Yang Ling raised his hand and waved it, a power gathering in his palm, and dozens of white rays of light appeared around him. Those demonic beasts that tried to approach Yang Ling didn't even have a chance to react before being directly bound.

Ying Zheng was dumbfounded. When had Yang Ling become so powerful? Looking at the charging demonic beasts, Yang Ling turned his head. The remaining demonic beasts saw a bloodthirsty killing intent in Yang Ling's eyes, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. That one look made them realize the gap between themselves and Yang Ling, and a sense of crisis arose spontaneously. How could this be? (End of Chapter)