Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor

It was from then on that Dan State established its status in the Alchemy Dao field. Many Alchemy Dao powerhouses regarded Dan State as a holy land in their hearts.

Especially after the news of Eternal Life Pill Master successfully refining the Immortal Pill spread, Dan State's influence soared dramatically.

"After his rebirth, Chu Feng entered the Dan State branch of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. Later, he was pursued by the Panlong Heavenly Emperor, but with the protection of many experts from his sect, he has now safely arrived at the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage. It is said that he has become an Outer Disciple of the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage."

Gongsun's Housekeeper revealed everything he knew.

"The higher-ups of the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage probably do not know that Chu Feng is the reincarnation of the Eternal Life Pill Master. Otherwise, they wouldn't have given him the status of an Outer Disciple. At the very least, he should have been given the status of an Inner Sect Disciple."

For Xiong Guansui, Chu Feng's current status was not important.

What mattered was knowing where Chu Feng was.

"Father, allow your daughter to summon Chu Feng here!" As she finished speaking, Xiong Guansui had already summoned a Divine Weapon and soared into the sky with Sword Control, vanishing from the sight of the Xiong Family Master and others in the blink of an eye.

Her terrifying cultivation shocked both the Xiong Family Master and Gongsun's Housekeeper.

"Xiao Sui is becoming stronger and stronger. But she has the same impulsive nature as before," the Xiong Family Master complained about his treasured daughter, but his pride and joy were unmistakable.

"Family Master, the young miss is straightforward and not versed in the ways of the world. I worry that Chu Feng won't take kindly to her attitude. It might be better for me to take a look," said Gongsun's Housekeeper.

Having interacted with Chu Feng, Gongsun's Housekeeper knew very well that Chu Feng was as proud as one could be.

If the miss acted arrogantly, she might very well offend Chu Feng.

Sometimes, gains and losses are determined by fate.

Miss Xiong's simple and straightforward nature saved her from the need to concern herself with social niceties. She could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

That's why her Sword Dao Cultivation could be so heaven-defying.

After all, everyone has only so much energy and time. The simpler one's thoughts while cultivating their Sword Dao, the better.

"Fine, you follow her and take a look!"

The Xiong Family Master knew his daughter all too well; there was a real possibility she might mess things up.

...

In the Medicine Mountain of the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage, Chu Feng and his fellow Dan State peers had expended considerable effort to find this place.

"F*ck, what kind of situation is this? We're Outer Disciples, yet we're relegated to this desolate land, to toil like Medicine Farmers." Liu Dazhuang cursed, clearly unsatisfied.

Like him, he was not the only one filled with anger.

To give a more vivid analogy, Inner Sect Disciples lived in the Inner City, while Outer Disciples and their Sword Slaves and families resided in the Outer City.

The place where Chu Feng and the others were could not even be considered part of the Outer City. It was more like a suburb.

This huge disparity led to their great dissatisfaction.

In front of them stood a majestic Xiong Mountain, which conservatively estimated, might have a circumference of over one hundred kilometers at its base.

Such a huge mountain was extremely rare in Dan State.

But here, there were many of them.

They were at most five to six hundred meters tall, and Chu Feng even suspected that these Medicine Mountains were likely heaped up by the labor of the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage.

The myth of the Foolish Old Man removing mountains was not a fiction but a reality.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect had over a million disciples, and tens of millions of Sword Slaves and workers. Each of these people was no ordinary human, but a powerful Sword Master.

"Which little bastard is cursing out there?" A chilling voice arose. "I suppose you bunch of trash must be the beggars from the Dan State Branch! Don't be ungrateful. That you're allowed to be Medicine Farmers here is already a huge kindness."

The crowd looked towards the source of the sound and saw a rather magnificent large house at the foot of Xiong Mountain. It looked just like a grand palace.

The one who had shouted coldly was an old man with a face full of pockmarks, with tufts of hair missing from his head.

The clothes he wore were none other than the golden robe reserved for the protectors of the Outer Sect, quite eye-catching indeed.

Behind the elderly man followed several subordinates with no insignificant cultivation. Each wore a silver robe, their powers all at Sword Saint Level.

In the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage, those at Great Sword Master Level 1 are merely qualified to be ordinary Outer Disciples. One must at least reach Sword Saint Level and have sufficient merit to possibly be promoted to steward.

As for protector level, that's even more terrifying; it requires Sword God Level.

"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and come pay your respects to the Mountain Master of Medicine Mountain number one hundred and six! Protector Mao Wu!"

A grim-faced middle-aged deacon shouted sternly at Chu Feng and the others.

It turned out that the imposing elder protector was actually the Mountain Master of this Medicine Mountain.

Chu Feng secretly assessed their strengths, guessing that the authoritative old man was about a One-star Sword God. As for this fierce and threatening middle-aged deacon that appeared like a rabid dog, he was very likely at the Late Stage Sword Saint realm.

However, he certainly hadn't reached the pinnacle.

That's because Elder Shoumei's presence was much stronger than this man's.

"Although a One-star Sword God is powerful, if I use all my trump cards, I should have the strength to contend. As for this middle-aged deacon, he's just a pushover in my eyes," Chu Feng licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty light.

"May I inquire about the Deacon's honorable surname?" As the lead of Dan State Branch, Chu Feng was the backbone of the group. At this moment, he took the lead to step forward, with the others following closely.

Clearly taking Chu Feng as their leader.

"Kid, listen well. My surname is Tang, given name Ying. In the future, you lot had better be more obedient in front of me, otherwise you'll suffer the consequences!" Deacon Tang Ying said with a vicious face.

"Oh~!" Chu Feng drew out the sound. "So it's Deacon Tang Ying, my apologies, my apologies. Ah, what a pity, the name is just one word short of perfection. Otherwise, it would've been complete."

Chu Feng nodded his head regretfully.

"Short of which word?"

Tang Ying instinctively asked.

"It's missing the word 'dog.' If it were Tang Ying Dog, that would certainly be more fitting. It matches your status much better too," Chu Feng answered earnestly.

Pfft~!

Han Xiaoying and the others couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker.

The faces of Protector Mao Wu and his subordinates also showed signs of amusement.

"You little bastard, what do you mean by that? Are you calling me a henchman?" Even Deacon Tang Ying, no matter how slow, had caught on at this point.

Chu Feng's sarcasm, calling him a henchman, made him so angry that he jumped up and down, his threatening anger aimed at Chu Feng as he started scolding.

The killing intent was like a tempestuous wave, crashing towards Chu Feng.

This young man on his first day reporting to Medicine Mountain had openly given him a lesson. How could this be tolerated?

What a scoundrel!

Without teaching this lad a lesson, he might not understand that Lord Ma has three eyes.

Who knew, Chu Feng had no intention of being subdued.

Instead, he said with a cheeky smile, "Deacon Tang is not a henchman!" Hearing this, Deacon Tang Ying's face softened a bit. "Deacon Tang is indeed Evil Eagle, Rabid Dog!" Chu Feng's next sentence almost made Deacon Tang Ying die of anger.