Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“But I already know where I was born, so I’ll have the chance to come back and visit in the future. And this matter might take a long time to resolve, so I’ll have plenty of time to spend with you,” Isaac comforted me with a smile. “Besides, even if I’m gone, there’s still Yao Lin, isn’t there?”

“Lin is nowhere near as fun as Feifan,” the mother said, pouting.

Isaac: "..."

Yao Lin: "..."

I always felt that when I said I was going to Amestris to find the elixir of immortality, I was actually trying to escape my mother.

At this moment, a palace maid ran over.

"Excuse me, Madam Yao, His Majesty wishes to invite the Seventh Prince to come."

“Okay.” Isaac agreed before his mother could even answer, and then turned to the two of them and said, “See you later.”

After the palace maid and Isaac left, Madam Yao asked Yao Lin, "Lin, has anything changed since your brother came back?"

“Yes, although I’m not very familiar with my older brother from before, I can still see a huge change.” Yao Lin’s eyes, which had been narrowed, were now wide open. “How should I put it? Not to mention his personality has changed a lot, his strength has also become extremely formidable. Even if Fu Ye and I were together, we wouldn’t be a match for him. Moreover, he has an undeniable murderous aura about him. My older brother must have experienced something in Amestoris these past few years.”

“This child must have suffered a lot.” Madam Yao’s face was full of sorrow. “The former Feifan would never kill a chicken, and he would secretly take home a homeless puppy he saw on the roadside.”

Seeing his heartbroken mother, Yao Lin quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, I think my brother has just experienced a lot, but he hasn't changed in essence."

"That's good. I always felt that he was much more distant from Mom this time." Madam Yao said, taking out a few pieces of clothing from the drawer next to her. "I was thinking of having him change into these clothes."

When Yao Lin looked, he saw that they were all dressed in women's clothing.

He seemed to understand why his older brother had been rushing to find the elixir of immortality since he was only seven years old.

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Isaac had already been led by a palace maid to a large gate.

"This is it, Your Highness the Seventh Prince."

Isaac looked at the door, didn't ask any questions, and pushed it open to go inside.

Bang!

However, the moment they stepped inside, the door behind them suddenly closed.

Looking around, the room was a huge space with a large platform in the middle and a shelf full of weapons on the side.

This appears to be a martial arts training ground.

"Feifan, you've arrived."

Just then, Isaac saw a high spectator stand not far from the arena, where the emperor was sitting, surrounded by a middle-aged man with a long beard.

"Dad, you were looking for me?"

As a prince, Isaac was supposed to address the emperor as "Father," but he didn't, and the emperor didn't seem to mind.

"Yes, I heard that you defeated your own brother and the head of the household guards," the emperor asked.

"Yes."

"Then would you mind if I tested your skills?"

"It doesn't matter," Isaac said nonchalantly.

"Excellent!" the emperor exclaimed, then clapped his hands.

Suddenly, about a dozen people walked out from the surrounding area. They were of varying heights, some with well-proportioned figures and others with muscular builds.

Isaac could sense that everyone's 'qi' was extremely strong.

Everyone is an expert.

"These eighteen people are all highly skilled individuals whom I trained and who have been protecting the peace of the royal family. Choose any one of them as your opponent."

Isaac looked at the eighteen men with murderous expressions and said calmly, "It's better not to."

"Are you afraid?" The emperor frowned slightly.

"It wouldn't be good if the expert you trained with such difficulty died here."

Although the experts who heard him didn't say anything, you could tell from their eyes that they were very angry.

"Hahahaha, how arrogant! Don't worry about it. If they really die, it's because they're not skilled enough." The emperor suddenly laughed loudly. "Choose anyone you like. I want to see what you're capable of."

“Let’s go with the first one,” Isaac said, pointing to the burly man on the far right.

"Okay, then you can begin."

The burly man, knife in hand, stepped onto the stage first, looking coldly at Isaac: "Seventh Prince, although you are a prince, I will show no mercy."

He then pointed to the weapon rack next to him: "Take a weapon that you feel comfortable with."

Isaac didn't speak, but clasped his hands together on the ground and pulled a military knife out of the ground with a flash of lightning.

"Oh? Alchemy? And it doesn't require drawing alchemy arrays?" The emperor and those around him looked at Isaac in surprise.

clang!

With the sound of a gong and drum, the battle began.

The burly man charged forward, his knife slashing at Isaac at an incredible angle. The knife was moving so fast that it looked like Isaac was about to be struck.

However, Isaac remained standing still.

hum~

The burly man sensed something was wrong and hurriedly retreated, but before he knew what was happening, he felt a chill on his chest and suddenly a huge wound appeared.

"Wh...when?"

puff!

A large amount of blood gushed from the wound, staining the training ground red. Most people would have fainted long ago from such blood loss, but he rolled over twice and regained his footing.

"What did you just do?" The wound was still bleeding, but he still stared straight at Isaac in front of him.

"You didn't even see my moves clearly, yet you dare to call yourself a master?" Isaac said calmly.

The burly man remained silent, holding his knife horizontally in front of him, cautiously watching Isaac.

At this moment, the emperor asked the person next to him, "General, did you see Feifan's moves clearly?"

"Your Majesty, to be honest, I didn't see it clearly either, but I vaguely saw a seven-colored light emanate from Your Highness's right hand."

Chapter 111: New National Martial Arts

"Colored light? The right hand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince's right hand emitted a seven-colored light the instant he attacked. Although it was only for a moment, I saw it very clearly," said the general beside him.

The scene returns to the martial arts arena.

After a period of vigilance, the burly man switched from defense to offense.

In an instant, he moved quickly closer, his blade changing direction, slashing at a speed completely invisible to the naked eye.

"So fast!" Isaac's pupils contracted, and he quickly drew his knife to block.

However, the blades passed right past and struck Isaac's right arm.

clang!clang!clang!

Several metallic clanging sounds rang out, and Isaac's right sleeve was completely torn apart, revealing the limbs underneath, gleaming with metallic sheen.

"This is..." The emperor frowned slightly as he looked at Isaac's ceremonial limbs.

"It seems that His Highness the Seventh Prince's right hand has been replaced with a ceremonial limb, and the secret of the move he just made should be hidden in that ceremonial limb."

When the emperor heard what the general beside him said, his face darkened: "Someone actually broke Feifan's right hand. This is a slap in my face."

In the arena, Isaac looked at the burly man in front of him with some surprise.

"What kind of swordsmanship was that? It was so fast."

"These are just tricks of the martial arts world, not worth mentioning," the burly man said indifferently.

“Is that so?” Isaac grinned maliciously. “Then I should show you what I’m capable of.”

A red light suddenly shone in his left eye, and a blade suddenly popped out from the mechanical limb. The blade hummed and emitted a dazzling seven-colored light.

The general in the stands suddenly exclaimed, "I understand!"

Emperor: "You know?"

“I now understand the principle behind Your Highness’s move,” the general said. “Your Highness’s first attack involved quickly flicking the blade out of your hand and then quickly retracting it, and the colorful light just happened to dazzle our eyes.”

"What exactly is that seven-colored light?"

"These are rapidly rotating serrations around the blade, and these serrations should be made of a material like diamond, which emits a rainbow-like light when light shines through it."

"I see." The emperor continued to look at the martial arts arena.

At that moment, Isaac pushed off with his right foot, and his whole body flew towards the strong man like a cannonball. With a flick of his right wrist, he appeared behind the strong man in a single motion.

Pfft!

Another huge wound appeared on the burly man's chest, spurting out a large amount of blood, forming a cross shape with the original wound.

"No...you are indeed Your Highness, but...I haven't lost yet." The burly man's body was starting to give way, and he half-knelt on the ground.

"Take a look at the knife in your hand first."

The burly man's gaze shifted to his knife, and he discovered that the blade was broken, leaving only the hilt.

"How could this be..." He stared in astonishment at the knife in his hand, using it to block in front of him, but Isaac not only severed his knife but also inflicted a wound on him at the same time.

"Should we continue?"

“…Continue!” The burly man threw away the hilt of his knife and assumed a fighting stance.

Isaac had never seen this stance before; he guessed it was a martial art unique to the New Kingdom. Seeing that he intended to fight him bare-handed, Isaac also sheathed the blade from his ceremonial limbs.

This isn't war, so killing the enemy isn't the priority. Let's just play along for now.

"Drink!" the burly man roared and charged straight at Isaac.

Should he throw a punch? Or a flying kick? Isaac watched the burly man charging towards him and assumed a defensive stance.

But the next second, the burly man suddenly stood up, turned to the side and turned his shoulder toward Isaac.

"what!"