Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 140 - 138: West Ling Sword Saint
Xu Yang’s eyes widened suddenly.
Leaving the Prince’s Residence?
Liou Yunfeng had never mentioned this to him before!
He thought Liou Yunfeng would threaten the Prince’s Residence, but he never imagined it would be a direct break!
For a moment, the spirit elixir in the alchemy furnace was almost thrown into chaos!
Xu Yang shivered and his spiritual power surged out, forcefully suppressing the chaotic aura in the cauldron, though his heart was still in turmoil!
He was so shocked—let alone everyone else!
Everyone was stunned speechless!
Zhang Yuanshan snapped back to his senses, his eyes reddening as he stared at Liou Yunfeng: "Mr. Liou, come to my Zhang Family!"
"I guarantee, at the Zhang Family you will be treated far better than at the Prince’s Residence!"
"And you are free to come and go—you can leave whenever you wish!"
Even if Liou Yunfeng didn’t practice alchemy at the Zhang Family,
He would still bring enormous benefits to the Zhang Family!
If they managed to please him and he casually refined a few rare high-tier pills for them, it would be a huge gain!
At this moment, he was almost losing his mind!
A heaven-sent opportunity!
"Liou Yunfeng, you..."
Zheng Yiming’s expression was filled with rage, the might of the late stage Myriad Phenomena Realm rolled in like thunder, turning everyone pale and leaving their spirits frozen!
"Do you realize you’re provoking the Beixuan Prince’s Residence?"
"Even if you are the Pill King, you will bear the wrath of the Prince’s Residence!"
Zheng Yiming was beyond furious!
If Liou Yunfeng had merely helped Xu Yang earlier, the Prince’s Residence could still handle it!
But to leave directly... it was a crushing blow to the Prince’s Residence!
Not to mention the loss—just the reputation is ruined!
If word spread that—an imposing Pill King forced out?
What would that look like?
Does Beixuan Prince’s Residence still care about its face?
Liou Yunfeng stood tall and unafraid, sneering: "The Prince’s wrath? Good! Seven years of alchemy, so Beixuan Prince’s Residence truly treats me as your subordinate—can I not even leave if I wish?"
Zheng Yiming was caught off guard!
Back then, it was the Prince’s Residence that invited Liou Yunfeng.
"Mr. Liou, you..." Zheng Yiming gritted his teeth, softening his tone, but inside, he hated Xu Yang to death!
Always because of him!
"No need to say more."
Liou Yunfeng waved his hand, a hint of bleakness flashed in his eyes—seven years, and Zheng Yiming’s words filled his heart with desolation!
"My mind is made up!"
"Even if the Prince himself were here, I would not change my decision!"
"Your Beixuan Prince’s Residence is formidable—whatever revenge you seek, bring it on. I will bear it!"
Dominant to the extreme!
Those words set one’s blood boiling!
Only the Pill King, facing the Prince’s Residence, would have such confidence!
"Liou Yunfeng, are you insane? He’s just a worthless son-in-law!" Zheng Yiming could not allow Liou Yunfeng to leave—he pointed at Xu Yang and yelled in rage.
"Son-in-law?"
"A seventeen-year-old fifth-rank alchemist, able to refine ultra-grade pills that even the Pill King cannot—Beixuan Prince’s Residence is really something! Is it not your scheme that forced the son-in-law to this point?" Meng Ziqiu grinned, mercilessly mocking.
At that, laughs broke out in the crowd.
Zheng Yiming’s face turned ashen, his whole body trembling, eyes blazing with fury!
Yet Meng Ziqiu was also a late stage Myriad Phenomena—completely unafraid!
What’s more, Zhang Yuanshan and the others all lined up behind Meng Ziqiu!
And don’t forget Song Yuanhao!
Seeing that stance, Zheng Yiming’s scalp tingled!
Make a move?
Beixuan City might be flipped upside down!
And even then, they might not get anything good out of it!
Don’t make a move?
No face left!
Damn it, damn Xu Yang!
At that moment—
A quiet sigh came from the direction of the Prince’s Residence.
Zheng Yiming reflexively turned his head.
"Mr. Huang, you’ve come out too?"
At those words, everyone’s hearts shook.
"Mr. Huang? Do you mean Zheng Yuanhuang?" Zhang Yuanshan’s eyes widened in shock—this was an elder of the Beixuan Prince’s Residence, ranking a generation higher than Zheng Yiming!
Though his cultivation was stuck at Myriad Manifestations Realm Perfection, unable to advance further!
"Old Liou, you and I have been friends for years. Back then, if not for you, I wouldn’t be alive today."
Zheng Yuanhuang’s voice seemed to fall from the heavens, impossibly old.
"Are you truly leaving?"
Liou Yunfeng took a deep breath: "I’ve thought it over clearly. Seven years at the Prince’s Residence—my alchemy Dao hasn’t improved a bit! Only by leaving do I have any hope of breaking through to the seventh rank!"
All around fell silent!
A seventh-rank alchemist—if Liou Yunfeng succeeded, it would be a great blessing for Daqian!
Zheng Yuanhuang finally spoke again after a long silence: "Fine—then today I will answer for the Prince! These seven years have been hard on you!"
"But..."
Everyone held their breath at those words.
"You may leave, but the commotion these two days has been enough—you must not interfere in these affairs any longer!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Liou Yunfeng’s eyes went cold, sneering: "And if I refuse?"
Invisible sparks had filled Beixuan City!
The weaker felt suffocated!
"If you refuse, then I will have to take action."
Those words sent terror through Zhang Yuanshan and the others!
If Zheng Yuanhuang made a move, it meant the Prince’s Residence was now acting in full force!
And it wouldn’t just be Zheng Yiming and Zheng Yuanhuang!
How many are at the Myriad Phenomena Realm in the Prince’s Residence?
How powerful are they?
The twenty-plus experts present all grew visibly tense!
Liou Yunfeng’s face was utterly ugly.
Xu Yang sighed inwardly—the Prince’s Residence was indeed the Prince’s Residence!
He slowly raised his head to look at Liou Yunfeng: "Mr. Liou, you’ve already done enough."
"Leave the rest to me."
"This journey—thank you, Mr. Liou!"
Xu Yang rose to his feet, after removing the ultra-grade pill from the furnace, he bowed deeply to Liou Yunfeng in gratitude!
Liou Yunfeng’s expression flickered, his teeth clenched, eyes full of grief and rage!
"This is intolerable!"
He wanted to refuse!
But refusing would bring consequences not just on him, but also pose great threat to Xu Yang!
It was hard-earned to muster such momentum; if the Prince’s Residence truly struck, they could be scattered!
"Beixuan Prince’s Residence—isn’t that too domineering?"
Tuoba Hongyu glared at the Prince’s Residence, shouting coldly in anger!
"Heh, little girl of the Barbarian Race!"
"Back when Daqian acted domineering, your Barbarian Race was still eating dirt in some forgotten corner!"
"When our Prince’s Residence was crushing all, using the might of the Northern Territory to block your Barbarian Race!"
"Little girl, it’s not that I look down on you—if you’ve got the guts, go call your Barbarian Race’s strongmen over."
Hiss!
Everyone sucked in a breath!
Too ruthless!
That cut the Barbarian Race, killing them in the flesh and in spirit!
Zheng Yuanhuang’s words were not exaggerated in the least!
Tuoba Hongyu trembled all over, her lovely face pale.
Fury—and fear!
A deep-rooted terror, almost impossible to suppress!
"Old Liou, have you made up your mind?"
In this moment, Zheng Yuanhuang’s tone held no hint of old friendship—only ice and dominance!
Xu Yang coldly stared at the Prince’s Residence, murder burning fiercely in his eyes!
"Soon. Wait till I overturn all of you!"
"Hahaha, Old Liou, what’s wrong with you—getting more timid as you age? Just the Beixuan Prince’s Residence? Screw them!"
"And Old Huang, you old bastard—after all these years, you’re still alive? Those old bones still work?"
Laughter roared like thunder, shaking heaven and earth!
On the sky above, a storm broke out suddenly!
Everyone saw a blur—two figures stood straight in the air!
At the lead, a simple blue robe, slim figure, loose white hair, about fifty years old—looked every bit the immortal master!
Rather at odds with his rough words!
Behind him, a middle-aged man, face sharp as a blade, expression calm, an ancient sword across his back—steady as a mountain!
"Who is that?"
"Daring to speak like that to Mr. Liou and Zheng Yuanhuang—who could he be?"
The crowd was shocked.
No one recognized him!
But just by instinct, you could tell—he wasn’t ordinary!
"Jian Chuan?"
"West Ling Sword Saint!"
Liou Yunfeng and Zheng Yiming both exclaimed together!
The former, face full of delight; the latter, face filled with dread!
