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

After understanding the situation, Yang Ling said to Fei Tian, ​​"My surname is Xie, so you can call me Young Master Xie from now on!" Hearing Yang Ling's words, they didn't quite understand the meaning behind them or the specifics, but it was normal for them not to know many things.

Fei Tian gradually came back to his senses and wanted to say something, but Yang Ling's glare made him shudder.

"Young Master Xie, I was merely curious. Since you're unwilling to speak, I'll take my leave!" Yang Ling didn't waste any more words, turning his gaze to the formation. He didn't dare breathe loudly and left immediately. Yang Ling sensed the power within; it was indeed very strong. He had to admit, this formation was likely designed to prevent the leakage of his source energy. He thought about it and concluded it must have been done by someone else. Now, what should he do?

With his current strength, he is not able to break the formation, nor can he alert the enemy.

Thinking of this, he decided to stop thinking about it for the time being. It seemed he had no choice but to stay here for the time being. Just then, Fei Tian's eyes darted around and he said, "That senior is back!"

Yang Ling could also feel the immense power rushing towards them. His heart skipped a beat; he dared not reveal his true strength, lest the other side detect it. The Evil Cloud Saint reassured Yang Ling not to worry.

Yang Ling looked up and met the man's gaze, thinking: So what if this old man is stronger than me? I still surpass him in other aspects! This old man is naturally inferior to me! I can't give myself away, especially I can't admit defeat, otherwise it will be easy for him to notice. Yang Ling thought to himself: I should avoid doing things like this in the future. The man turned his gaze to Yang Ling, he hadn't expected such a powerful person to suddenly appear. Who is this person? He didn't like Yang Ling's arrogant attitude in front of him.

Yang Ling had assumed the man was an elderly man with gray hair, but upon seeing his true appearance, he was surprised to find that he only looked to be in his thirties or forties, yet possessed an extraordinary aura. He had initially thought the man was an old man, but now… the man's words carried a hint of accusation: “Who are you? Why are you here?” He was actually starting to back down, unsure of Yang Ling's identity, and his tone softened slightly.

"Are you sure you want to talk to me like that? My surname is Xie!"

Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, his face darkened, his expression turning grim. Clearly, as the Evil Cloud Saint had said, this name was no ordinary person. He couldn't believe Yang Ling was the legendary figure, and that he would actually be here. He was filled with suspicion towards Yang Ling.

"Lord Xie, why are you so weak? And your current strength is nowhere near what it was at your peak. Given your status, you should be stronger than me!" Yang Ling said after scrutinizing him. Even though his cultivation level was high, he wasn't afraid. The power emanating from him was astonishing; this power didn't originate from his own body, but from his bloodline. He felt inferior to his opponent and felt somewhat dissatisfied.

He was originally the strongest, and no one could compare to him. He was not used to being outdone by others.

"I was just a wanderer, and I didn't know what had happened here. I never imagined I would be suppressed here; it was the work of someone stronger than me. I only managed to escape these past few days. This place has changed beyond recognition; it's no longer the ancient era!"

"He looks much weaker!" Yang Ling said as if it were the truth, the aura he exuded in every movement was irresistible. He was excited; Yang Ling really did look very powerful now. After thinking for a moment, he realized: there were indeed many powerful figures in the past, and perhaps Yang Ling was also very strong. The ancient times were indeed turbulent, and he knew this very well.

He had no doubts about what Yang Ling said, but he didn't completely believe Yang Ling, after all, Yang Ling's background was unknown.

"You're being held here? Where exactly are you being held?"

"What else could it be? It's right ahead. However, I can't break through it with my own strength, so I can only move forward by devouring the essence of others. Are you asking so many questions to question my identity?" He stared at the way Yang Ling looked at him, thinking that Yang Ling must be an insignificant figure in the Dark Gate.

"I really didn't expect you guys to be so bold. If you went back to our territory, I doubt you'd be a match for us!" Yang Ling's words were indeed true. Their Dark Gate didn't actually live here, but in another region. That place had been cut off from them, and they couldn't return, so they could only establish themselves as kings here. They had no choice but to leave that place and come here; their methods were quite formidable. They just hadn't expected to encounter people from before.

This person is incredibly strong; his abilities are extraordinary. In terms of bloodline, he is indeed inferior to Yang Ling. Yang Ling sighed helplessly. Fortunately, he hadn't given himself away; luckily, the Evil Cloud Saint knew a lot. If he had been discovered, he wouldn't have had time to escape.

"Thank you, Lord Xie. I was blind to your greatness before!" Yang Ling was actually quite surprised; the other party's attitude had changed too quickly. He hadn't expected the other party to understand the hierarchy of legitimate and illegitimate children so clearly.

Yang Ling didn't pay too much attention, after all, one should always be wary of others. If he really caused any trouble, he could easily be exposed.

"To be honest, your strength is quite considerable, but it's still weak compared to mine. What family do you come from?" He felt a little embarrassed at this question, because his status was lowly and insignificant. He couldn't hold his head high in front of Yang Ling. Yang Ling then turned to ask the Evil Cloud Saint. According to the Evil Cloud Saint, that family did have some ability. However, the sons of that family were all good-for-nothings; apart from the eldest son, who showed some promise, the others were utterly useless.

"Lord Xie, I came here with our young master. He was unhappy in his family and couldn't make a name for himself, so he brought us here to become stronger. Therefore..." he said cautiously. Yang Ling ignored him; he was just a nobody. Thinking this, he didn't give him a friendly look and said directly, "I need more source energy. Find me some right now! And have someone send it over. I'll be staying here for a while!" Looking at Yang Ling's arrogant attitude, he couldn't do anything about it, no matter how unwilling he was.

"I'll have my men take you to rest first. We'll deliver the source to you later. If you need anything from this source, we'll do our best to provide it. We took all the source from those families who disobeyed our orders; they have enough for a while!" Yang Ling's eyes gleamed with excitement.

He had only intended to try and gather some intelligence as a member of the secret organization, but unexpectedly, his extraordinary aura made him stand out among the crowd. What delighted him even more was that no one noticed and failed to see through his disguise. Just then, a voice came from outside.

"Young Master Xie, I've brought you all the source energy you requested. Shall I take it in now?" The voice of the Evil Cloud Saint came from outside the door. He carried a cage in his hand, from which surged pure source energy. To them, this source energy was like nourishment and a delicacy. He carefully handed the cage to Yang Ling, who had been struggling to resist the immense temptation all the way there.

Yang Ling glanced at him. "You did a good job, much better than the others!" Yang Ling's words thrilled Fei Tian. Not everyone had the chance to gain Yang Ling's appreciation. Although he was quite capable, he was still far inferior to Yang Ling, and he was extremely excited at this moment.

Yang Ling remained calm.

“I’ve kept all these resources for you. If you need anything, just ask me. If it’s not enough, I can get you more.” Fei Tian didn’t dare say more, and hurriedly left after putting down the items. Yang Ling’s gaze fell on the cage, a sharp glint in his eyes. He hadn’t expected Fei Tian’s men to be so respectful to him.

These essences were extremely pure. He didn't know how they had managed it, but obtaining them was far easier than hunting down Fei Tian's men himself. Moreover, since no one was around to disturb him, he remained vigilant and turned to the man beside him, asking:
"Will my aura disappear? If it does, what should I do?"

"Why are you so worried? Your inner energy has already been tampered with; no one dares to do anything to you. Just trust me, these people are too weak!" As his words fell, Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, stopped thinking about it, and began to absorb the source energy. A powerful force emanated from Yang Ling as the source energy surged into his body.

Seeing this, the Evil Cloud Saint nodded in satisfaction. They hadn't expected Yang Ling to be so powerful. After a long while, Yang Ling suddenly opened his eyes, a vast aura surrounding him that was awe-inspiring. Fei Tian had been guarding outside, waiting for Yang Ling's instructions, afraid of angering this powerful figure. After all, Yang Ling's strength was undeniable; no one could rival him.

Even though his cultivation level was higher than Yang Ling's, he dared not be negligent in the slightest because of Yang Ling's status. When he sensed that aura, his eyes lit up. He felt that the aura emanating from Yang Ling was extremely compatible with his body; if he could absorb it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He was speechless for a long time, for this aura was far too powerful, beyond the reach of ordinary people. Moreover, even a mere wisp of its pure essence was enough to benefit him. Such an aura was usually only achievable by the strongest. He had never imagined that Yang Ling could do this; it was utterly monstrous, beyond description. His thoughts gradually calmed, and he quickly understood. Yang Ling possessed an extraordinary background and exceptional skills; it was perfectly normal for him to have accomplished this.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his own strength gradually increasing. He hadn't expected Yang Ling to be able to achieve such a level. Without Yang Ling's help, he wouldn't have been able to reach this point. Fei Tian's admiration for Yang Ling grew even stronger; not everyone could be like Yang Ling.

Therefore, he decided to stay by Yang Ling's side. He could also gain more benefits while Yang Ling rested, which was undoubtedly a good thing for them.

When the man arrived, he also sensed the powerful force emanating from this direction. Could it be Yang Ling? Upon the man's arrival, Fei Tian recounted everything that had happened. The man's expression shifted slightly, wondering just how strong this person was to have achieved such a feat. It seemed he had underestimated Yang Ling.

He did have his own selfish motives; he had secretly left behind a trace of his aura, an aura that would make him even stronger. He didn't want the man to discover him, or he'd be finished. Following the man hadn't brought him much benefit, so it was understandable that he had such thoughts. The man gritted his teeth. To be honest, he wasn't surprised, only astonished by Yang Ling's existence. He racked his brains but couldn't understand how Yang Ling had managed it.

After a while, he calmed down and stopped thinking about it.

"I had expected him to have such strength. I just didn't expect him to be this powerful. Such a person is far beyond our ability to deal with!"

“He exudes an aura of authority in every gesture he makes; perhaps he’s the heir? I can’t think of any other identity besides the heir.” The man nodded, finding it quite plausible. Then, as if struck by a thought, he said:

"If anything happens, relay it to me immediately. And agree to all his requests. Otherwise, you know the consequences!" With that, he turned and left. Fei Tian watched his retreating figure and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the man hadn't noticed. Just then, Yang Ling's voice rang out, startling him so much that he quickly went inside.

Seeing Fei Tian's sudden change, Yang Ling was very confused. What's wrong with this guy? He's acting like he's been injected with chicken blood.

"Alright, this amount of essence is far from enough for me. Who do you think you're trying to fool with this little bit? Go and find me some more!" Yang Ling said bluntly. Fei Tian instinctively felt fear upon hearing this. Indeed, Yang Ling's strength was far beyond his reach.

Remembering the man's previous instructions, he understood that if Yang Ling had any requests, they had to fulfill them immediately.

When Fei Tian returned, he brought back even more Origin, far more than before. Yang Ling nodded in satisfaction.

This was indeed to his liking, and he was truly amazing; no one else could do what he did. He only needed to absorb all of this essence to elevate his cultivation level. At that moment, a figure walked towards them, the man gritting his teeth.

Those around, seeing this, instinctively took a step back. They were no match for this man, and moreover, he was highly regarded by the man and they couldn't afford to offend him. The old man stepped forward and said directly:
"I want to see a man!"

"How can you bring him here? I need to see him now, and there can be no mistakes!"

He was shouting loudly, and the onlookers had no idea what was wrong with him. Fei Tian walked in from outside and interrupted him.

"Enough! What are you shouting about here? If you disturb our distinguished guest, can you take responsibility? If you don't have the ability, don't make a fuss. Don't you even know if you're capable?" He was quite dissatisfied with the person in front of him. Besides, the old man seemed to be of similar strength to him, but hadn't reached that level yet. (End of Chapter)