The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

Han Fei used the spies that the Han family had planted in Qingzhou to obtain the first important document in three days.

"Brother Xiao, I have found out everything." Han Fei spread out a stack of secret reports. "The Second Prince has a private residence, thirty miles from the city, called Qinglu Villa."

It was nominally his villa, but the materials transported in every year were strange: large quantities of medicinal herbs, ores, ironware, and unidentified people who never came out after entering.

Xiao Fan glanced at the secret report, which read: "Qinglu Manor... Do you have a detailed map here?"

"No. That manor is heavily guarded. We sent people to approach it three times, but we were stopped each time. However, there is an interesting piece of news: every month on the fifteenth, the Second Prince personally goes to the manor for three days without fail."

Xiao Fan quickly calculated with his fingers. Today is the 12th, and there are only three days left until the 15th.

"In that case, let's go see the Second Prince in three days."

The night of the fifteenth.

Xiao Fan, accompanied by Zhao Tieshan and twenty elite guards, quietly infiltrated Qinglu Manor as night fell.

The villa is built halfway up the mountain, surrounded by dense forests. The only way to reach the top of the mountain is a winding mountain road.

Xiao Fan didn't take the proper path; he led everyone up the cliff behind the mountain.

The Qiankun Refining God Technique enveloped the entire manor, and a guard would appear here every so often.

"Zhao Tieshan, you and your men guard the entrance to the back mountain. If there are pursuers, hold them off for as long as you can. Han Fei will come in with me."

Zhao Tieshan cupped his hands and said, "Young Master, rest assured, with me here, the formation will not be destroyed!"

Xiao Fan and Han Fei jumped directly onto the top of the wall and moved quickly under the shadow of the eaves.

The interior of the manor was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with pavilions and towers scattered in a well-organized manner and brightly lit. Xiao Fan followed the area with the densest spiritual energy and arrived at a secluded courtyard.

The main gate was tightly closed, and it was engraved with runes and magic arrays similar to those in the Zhao family's basement.

"We've arrived." Xiao Fan placed his hand on the door, and golden light surged into the formation, breaking it open.

Upon entering, one finds a spacious underground space.

Similar to the Zhao family's secret chamber, it contained numerous alchemy furnaces and medicine shelves, but on a much larger scale, with hundreds of furnaces operating simultaneously, buzzing and deafeningly loud.

Beside the alchemy furnace were rows of stone coffins.

Xiao Fan stepped forward and opened one of the coffins. Inside lay a humanoid object, completely black, with no facial features except for a gaping, blood-red mouth. It exuded an aura of malevolence that made people want to vomit.

Soul-devouring Beast.

"So many...so many?" Han Fei was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his voice trembled.

Xiao Fan continued walking inside and soon saw a tall altar.

On the altar lay a fist-sized black crystal, within which was sealed a dark red light, as if it were alive.

"This is... a Soul Crystal?" Xiao Fan had seen them before in his previous life, but this one was even purer than any he knew.

"Brother Xiao, there are enemies!" Han Fei shouted anxiously.

Xiao Fan turned his head and saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the underground cavern.

The Second Prince, Zhao Jun, wore a black brocade robe, held a folding fan, and had a faint smile on his face.

"Xiao Fan, I didn't expect to see you here."

Xiao Fan turned around and said calmly, "Your Highness, the evidence is irrefutable that you raised Soul-Devouring Beasts, illegally set up altars, and indiscriminately killed innocent people. What else do you have to say?"

Zhao Jun laughed and said, "So what if the evidence is irrefutable? Can you leave here?"

With a gentle wave of his hand, a row of dark figures surged out from behind him, numbering in the dozens. Soul-devouring beast warriors let out low growls from their empty mouths, surrounding Xiao Fan and Han Fei.

Xiao Fan took a deep breath, waved his right hand, and the Qiankun Creation Cauldron in his sea of ​​consciousness flew out, radiating a dazzling golden light.

"Zhao Jun, what's the use of having more people?"

He summoned the Qiankun Creation Cauldron, and the illusory dragon and phoenix on it soared into the sky, transforming into two beams of golden light that swept across the entire area.

Wherever the golden light passed, all the Soul-Devouring Beasts let out mournful screams, collapsed to the ground and convulsed, and the golden light destroyed the eggs of the Soul-Devouring Gu one by one.

Zhao Jun, who had been wearing a slight smile, froze.

"Why did you...?"

Xiao Fan snorted coldly: "Just because I'm an alchemist, I can solve those monsters you created with medicine."

Zhao Jun's face darkened, and he snapped his folding fan shut, unleashing a chilling and violent aura from his body.

"If you're so capable, try it yourself."

His figure blurred into a streak as he lunged towards Xiao Fan.

This is the full power of a ninth-grade Yang Realm expert!

Xiao Fan did not retreat. He spun the Qiankun Creation Cauldron in his hand, and the golden light collided with Zhao Jun's palm force, producing a deafening roar.

The entire underground space shook violently, the alchemy furnace overturned, and the stone coffin shattered.

Xiao Fan staggered back seven or eight steps, his chest heaving with blood and qi, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, the Qiankun Creation Cauldron had already blocked most of the impact for him, so his injuries were not serious.

Zhao Jun was also shocked and took two steps back.

A junior with only the fourth rank of the Yang Realm cultivation level actually only retreated seven steps under my full-force attack?

"Just what kind of monster are you?"

Xiao Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a cold smile playing on his lips. This guy really is something else.

"You can't afford to offend them."

He once again summoned the Qiankun Creation Cauldron, and the runes on the cauldron shone brightly, illuminating the entire underground space as if it were daytime.

Zhao Jun narrowed her eyes, preparing to launch another attack, when suddenly a booming sound came from outside.

"What's going on?"

A blood-soaked guard stumbled in. "The Danta army is attacking! There are so many outside, we can't stop them!"

Zhao Jun was startled and immediately looked at Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan waved his hand, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"Your Highness, do you really think I only have twenty men?"

Jiang Yuanji stood with his hands behind his back at the foot of Qinglu Mountain Villa. Behind him were three hundred Pill Tower Guardians, all of whom were Spirit Realm experts.

The reinforcements from Yaowang Valley also arrived, and Su Qinghe led more than two hundred people to surround the manor.

The firelight illuminated half the sky.

Although the Second Prince's private army was elite, it was still suffering repeated defeats under the combined attack of the two major forces, the Pill Tower and the Medicine King Valley.

Moreover, under Xiao Fan's Qiankun Creation Cauldron, all the Soul-Devouring Beast assassins were destroyed, and Zhao Jun's trump card was completely rendered useless.

Zhao Jun stood at the cave entrance, looking at the scene of utter defeat below, her face deathly pale.

"Xiao Fan..." he said in a hoarse voice, "You won."

Xiao Fan emerged from the underground, the golden light emanating from his body still lingering, his robes stained with blood, but his eyes held unwavering determination.