Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

A courtyard on the hillside.

The firelight swirled, and the aroma of medicine filled the air.

Many disciples stood quietly on the outside, observing and comparing themselves to the situation, and fell into a slight silence.

"Senior Brother Chu Zhao's alchemy skills are becoming more and more proficient."

"I heard that Senior Brother Chu Zhao's success rate in refining sixth-grade pills is as high as 90%, that's terrifying."

"Is the seventh-grade pill that Senior Brother is refining now the Pure Spirit Divine Mansion Pill?"

Chu Zhao skillfully controlled the alchemical fire, sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemical furnace.

He was praised and envied by the disciples around him, but there was no trace of pride in his eyes, only extreme focus.

He is over two hundred years old this year. His cultivation has barely broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, but his alchemy skills have already reached the seventh level.

This is excellent for alchemists.

Luo Chen watched quietly, his eyes revealing approval.

Although he was still unfamiliar with refining seventh-grade pills, he was already ahead of many other disciples.

He subtly pointed out some of the other person's shortcomings, then turned to look at the others.

"Spread out and begin."

Refining them one by one would take too much time. With Chu Zhao's strength, it would take at least half a month to refine a batch of seventh-grade pills.

Many disciples of Linglu Peak began to display their cultivation results.

Luo Chen strolled leisurely along the mountainside, hands behind his back, and was generous in offering guidance to any disciples he encountered who needed it.

Three days later, a stream of light descended from the Boundary Sea.

Luo Chen glanced back, seemingly lost in thought.

Fu Zheng of the Primordial Holy Dynasty failed to find the powerful figure who broke through in the Boundary Sea, and unexpectedly returned to the Starfall Ancient Realm.

Coming to his senses, Luo Chen ignored it.

As each disciple successfully refined the pills, they presented them to the disciples.

Luo Chen glanced at the pills casually and pointed out the defects in the refining process.

The disciple listened attentively to the teachings, deeply admiring the island lord's discerning eye.

"Go back and ponder it carefully before you act."

After explaining the shortcomings of each person, Luo Chen said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Master."

After everyone expressed their gratitude, they did not leave, but watched Chu Zhao, who was still struggling to refine the product.

The difficulty of producing a seventh-grade pill is unimaginable; beads of sweat appeared on Chu Zhao's forehead.

Luo Chen shook his head slightly and intervened. After a moment, the somewhat agitated alchemy furnace gradually calmed down.

Chu Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Time passed, and half a month later, accompanied by a loud shout, the furnace lid was blown off, and a round, azure pill was revealed upside down.

A delicate fragrance wafted through the air, and everyone who took a breath felt their minds clear and their spirits refreshed.

"Not bad, you already have the ability to refine seventh-grade pills."

Luo Chen looked at Chu Zhao and was very satisfied with his performance.

The process is somewhat simple, but alchemists accumulate experience and improve the success rate of pill formation by repeating the process many times.

It's not a big deal. As long as you succeed, with a success rate of at least 50%, you can be called a seventh-level alchemist.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Chu."

"Senior Brother Chu has taken another big step forward."

"Senior Brother Chu has been living in Qinghe Dan Valley all these years, keeping a very low profile. None of us have ever heard of his name."

Faced with the congratulations from his fellow disciples, Chu Zhao smiled, stood up, and bowed respectfully to Luo Chen.

He knew in his heart that if the island lord hadn't given him some pointers, the alchemy furnace would have exploded.

Almost.

Chu Zhao had actually successfully refined a batch of seventh-grade pills in secret a year ago. That success gave him confidence, otherwise he would not have chosen to refine them.

But reality is cruel; one success does not mean he is a seventh-level alchemist.

The success rate of pill formation is too low; that time was just lucky.

"The Qingmu Mingxin Body, this physique is indeed suitable for alchemists."

Just then, a calm voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fu Zheng, dressed in a black robe, standing outside the courtyard, smiling as he looked on.

Chu Zhao was even more surprised. He had never told anyone about his physique, but the young man opposite him saw through it at a glance.

A strong person!

The disciples retreated behind Luo Chen and bowed slightly to the figure.

Luo Chen turned around. He already knew Fu Zheng was coming, and feigned surprise, saying, "Brother Fu's arrival is truly an honor to our humble abode."

"Let's have a chat at the summit."

He made a gesture of invitation, his smile natural and sincere.

Fu Zheng smiled and nodded, somewhat surprised. This time when he saw Luo Chen again, he felt something different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain and sat facing each other in the pavilion.

Luo Chen brewed tea for the two of them. Looking at the leisurely Luo Chen, Fu Zheng couldn't help but say enviously, "Young friend Luo's leisurely and elegant taste is truly something I envy."

"Haha, Brother Fu, you've just been busy lately. Once you have some free time, you'll find this kind of life quite boring."

Luo Chen shook his head. Cultivators like Fu Zheng have responsibilities on their shoulders, and they probably spend their free time in seclusion to cultivate.

"You're right."

Fu Zheng wanted to refute, but he had nothing to say.

"How long does Brother Fu plan to stay this time?" Luo Chen asked curiously.

"A few years or a decade or more," Fu Zheng said, unsure at the moment.

This area is abnormal; there are frequent breakthroughs by powerful beings. This time, in particular, the commotion was so great that it has already attracted the attention of a Saint King.

He needs to stay here for some time and wait for the support of the Primordial Holy Dynasty.

Of course, Fu Zheng wouldn't go into these details with Luo Chen.

The two had only met twice in total.

Fu Zheng simply felt that the island lord, Luo Chen, had a carefree and easygoing personality, and since he could chat with him for a while, he came over for a visit.

Luo Chen didn't mind, and the two continued their conversation.

Luo Chen also heard a lot of information about the Boundary Sea from Fu Zheng.

The region to which Starfall Ancient Realm belongs is home to three transcendent forces. These forces, like Starfall Ancient Realm, have profound foundations and are overseen by immortals.

The Ancient Realm of Starfall, the Alliance of Ancient Demons, and the City of Creation!

"Creation City?" Luo Chen murmured to himself, it was the first time he had ever heard of this power's name.

It can be compared with Starfall Ancient Realm and Ancient Demon Alliance, so why have I never heard of it?

As if sensing Luo Chen's confusion.

Fu Zheng smiled and explained, "The City of Creation is no ordinary place. A kind of Creation Spirit is active there all year round. Defeating them allows you to devour their essence, increase your cultivation, and gain insights into divine powers and techniques. Their uses are endless."

"Because of its extraordinary effects, it was suppressed by a peerless powerhouse and became a training ground for his descendants."

"This is far too domineering," Luo Chen said, feigning emotion.

"Hahaha, domineering, huh? This is just a common tactic."

Fu Zheng laughed loudly, thinking it was just Luo Chen's pity as an alchemist.

"Brother Fu, have you ever been to the City of Creation?"

Luo Chen asked curiously.

"No, the powerful figure who suppressed Creation City does not belong to the force behind me."

Fu Zheng shook his head in denial, his tone tinged with emotion.

According to the records of the Holy Dynasty, the City of Creation has existed for at least tens of millions of years, and the city itself is a great treasure with boundless power.

It is truly a pity that it did not fall into the hands of the Holy Dynasty.

The Holy Dynasty knew about the information about Creation City, but did not take action to compete for it.

This proves that even the Holy Dynasty greatly feared the peerless power that suppressed the City of Creation.

This kind of existence cannot be perceived by a mere Creation Saint.

Fu Zheng gently picked up the teacup and took a sip.