Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 15: Talent Surpassing the Pill King

"What’s going on? Mr. Liou doesn’t agree to Xu Yang marrying into the Barbarian Race?"

"What the hell is happening? My brain’s shrinking again."

"Did Xu Yang piss off Mr. Liou, and now he’s trying to keep him here to punish him?"

...

The surrounding Martial Artists were completely baffled.

The mighty Pill King himself stepping in—this was just unthinkable.

Hearing all the murmurs, Liou Yunfeng’s face darkened.

Pissed off Xu Yang?

No, no, no, I wouldn’t dare piss off Xu Yang!

"All of you, shut up!"

Liou Yunfeng shouted angrily at the crowd.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Xu. I will never let you go marry into the Barbarian Race!" He even shot Xu Yang a look.

Xu Yang, at this point, understood perfectly well.

It must be because of Gu Jun!

Honestly, with his current situation, heading to the Barbarians was actually a great option.

He could get far away from all the politics of the Prince’s Mansion and focus on getting stronger.

He was just about to speak, but Liou Yunfeng beat him to it.

"Prince, please rescind your order to have Mr. Xu marry into the Barbarian Race."

"Mr. Xu is a freakish genius in the Alchemy Dao—his talent in alchemy far surpasses mine. In the future, he will definitely eclipse me, Liou Yunfeng!"

"To waste such talent by marrying him into the Barbarians is a crime against Nature!"

His shout rolled thunderous through the long street and over the Prince’s Mansion.

In an instant,

the crowd was left gaping, looking at each other in shock.

"Did I just hear that right?"

"Shit, pinch yourself, man—it hurts like hell."

"The Pill King called him ’Mr. Xu’? He has more alchemy talent than Mr. Liou? Am I nuts or is it Mr. Liou who’s gone crazy?"

So, who’s actually gone mad here?

Would the imposing Pill King go crazy?

The answer: Absolutely not!

"So... Is he really a monstrous talent in Alchemy Dao?"

The crowd collectively sucked in cold breaths, looking like they’d just seen a ghost.

This was even more shocking than anything that had happened in the fighting arena before.

Su Yun’s pretty face went blank; only when her nails dug into her flesh with pain did she snap back, staring daggers at Xu Yang, her heart a hurricane overturning earth and sky.

A monstrous pill genius?

Talent surpassing Liou Yunfeng?

Is he even human?

"Mr. Liou, I..."

As soon as Xu Yang opened his mouth, Liou Yunfeng cut him off, "Mr. Xu, leave this to me. Even if I have to throw away this old body today, I absolutely won’t just watch this happen!"

Liou Yunfeng’s face was full of resolve.

Xu Yang couldn’t help but give a wry smile. This...

The people of the Prince’s Mansion were even more shocked than those outside.

"If he’s an alchemist, then I’m a Pill King myself."

"But this was said by Mr. Liou himself."

As soon as that was said, the riotous crowd fell totally silent.

In the Northern Territory, Liou Yunfeng was the king of Alchemy Dao!

Someone like that valued reputation above all else—would he just say things at random?

For a brief moment, everyone felt lost.

A figure strode out into the empty air.

It was Zheng Xuan.

Zheng Xuan stared at Liou Yunfeng, eyes full of shock.

"Mr. Liou, are you saying Xu Yang is an alchemy monster?"

"That’s right."

Liou Yunfeng spoke with total certainty, suppressing anger: "Prince, Mr. Xu is now a Tier Two Alchemist, with an amazing pill formation rate, and basically, every pill is of the highest quality!"

The whole street erupted; everyone’s eyes nearly popped out.

Every pill is top grade—what does that even mean?

In any faction, such a person would be held as a treasure, their status unshakeable.

"He absolutely can’t go off to marry into the Barbarians! Please, Prince, take back your decree!"

Zheng Xuan’s body trembled; a flash of shock lit up his eyes.

Even with his status, hearing this was hard to believe.

A sixteen-year-old Tier Two Alchemist—do you know what that means?

In the future, the Prince’s Mansion would boast another Pill King!

There’s no way Liou Yunfeng would lie!

Nor could Xu Yang possibly fool him.

This was real.

Zheng Xuan looked at Xu Yang with a complicated expression.

Xu Yang sneered. From Zheng Xuan’s face he saw shock, but not a trace of regret.

An alchemist?

Would Zheng Xuan really regret it?

And even if he did, so what?

Xu Yang said coldly, "Thanks for your goodwill, Mr. Liou, but I’ve already cut all ties with the Prince’s Mansion—I’ve got even less interest in staying now!"

"What?"

"Are you nuts?"

Liou Yunfeng stared in disbelief, thinking he’d misheard.

"Mr. Liou, my mind’s made up!"

Meeting Xu Yang’s unwavering gaze, Liou Yunfeng found himself unable to speak.

Thinking about what Xu Yang had been through, it was obvious—he was dead set on leaving!

What now?

"An alchemist—what a surprise," Zheng Xuan sighed. "But, even if you are, I won’t change my decision!"

"Do I need you to?"

Xu Yang sneered, not giving a damn.

"What are you all stunned for? Let’s go," he barked at the Guard Captain without a shred of politeness.

The Guard Captain gulped, looked to Zheng Xuan for confirmation, got a slight nod, and finally started moving.

The team slowly moved out.

Liou Yunfeng was so angry he stamped his feet, glared at Zheng Xuan, and yelled, "Prince, you’re insane!"

No—there were two crazy people.

Crazy enough to leave him completely helpless!

Zheng Xuan’s face was expressionless; staring after the departing group, his eyes flashed coldly. "Another layer to his identity—an Alchemist. All the better."

Right now, dozens of Martial Artists stared at Xu Yang in a daze, unable to utter a word.

No one here was an idiot.

Just look at Liou Yunfeng and Zheng Xuan’s final reactions, and you’d know it was all true.

A future Pill King, sent to the Barbarians?

Everyone just found it absurd!

It was suffocating!

This shit wasn’t some disgrace—it was a gigantic loss.

The Prince’s Mansion just handed a future Pill King right over to the Barbarian Race!

"The Prince’s Mansion must be blind!" someone muttered, voicing the thought everyone else was too scared to say.

The people from the Prince’s Mansion felt like they’d just suddenly lost something vital.

If there’d been another Pill King, imagine how mighty the Prince’s Mansion would become?

But now it was too late for regrets!

Even if they begged Xu Yang to stay, he wouldn’t.

This place held absolutely nothing for him anymore!

As for what kind of state Beixuan City was in now, Xu Yang didn’t give a damn, nor did he care to find out.

After this incident, the escort team was especially quiet.

All the guards looked at Xu Yang with utterly changed eyes.

A kind of instinctive reverence!

A Tier Two Alchemist this young, with such freakish talent—on a normal day, that outranks any noble offspring in the Prince’s Mansion by miles.

"Seventh Young Master, if you beg the Prince, he’ll definitely let you stay," one of the guards finally blurted out.

Xu Yang turned his icy gaze; the guard felt his blood freeze, shivering despite himself.

"Beg him? Who the hell does he think he is?"

"And, what makes you think I want to stay?"

Xu Yang scoffed, "This Prince’s Mansion? I couldn’t care less!"

The guard’s face reddened, but he couldn’t argue back at all.

And from then on, the whole team fell utterly silent!

Xu Yang paid no more attention to the world outside; he closed his eyes, meditating and drawing the pure qi inside his cauldron to cultivate.

Two days later.

The team had reached the edge of the Northern Territory.

In half a day, they’d arrive at the Barbarian Race’s rendezvous point.

The boundary between the Barbarians and the Northern Territory was the vast, endless Barbaric Mountain Range, crawling with demon beasts, insanely dangerous, and impossible for an army to cross.

So, the Barbarians had carved out a massive fortress somewhere in those mountains.

The two sides were to meet a hundred miles outside the fortress.

Suddenly, the procession came to a halt without warning.

"Watch out!"

The Guard Captain’s shout and the panicked neighing of demon-horses rang out together.

Xu Yang’s eyes snapped open like lightning.

Not far away, a hundred meters ahead, a lone figure stood proudly in the way.

"Wang Feng!"

As he recognized the newcomer, Xu Yang’s eyes turned ice-cold, killing intent surging out.