Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor

Even though in his former life he was esteemed as Alchemy Venerate, with Sword God as his servant and Alchemy King as his slave. So what?

In the end, he still met a tragic fate.

"Huh, those two people are really strange! They look exhausted and disheveled, they must be very tired. Why is only the person in front eating, while the one behind carries heavy luggage without eating or drinking!"

Chu Feng's attention was caught by two patrons in front of a late-night snack stall.

Their attire was also particularly gloomy and eerie.

In the dead of night, both were wearing dark grey linen robes. They also wore broad bamboo hats, looking mysterious. Because he was eating, the person in the front naturally revealed part of his face.

His beard was stubbly, with a long scar on his left face, and his entire face was dotted with moles.

If his bamboo hat were to be lifted, it would certainly reveal an extremely fierce and ugly face.

"No wonder this guy doesn't dare to show his face, so it turns out he's ugly!" Chu Feng suddenly realized. The person carrying the luggage behind him was very burly. His face was covered by a circle of black gauze hanging from the bamboo hat, making it impossible to see clearly.

For some reason, Chu Feng always felt that this person didn't seem human.

To him, this person resembled a walking corpse, devoid of any spirituality. His movements were also very stiff.

Soon, the middle-aged man in front finished eating, paid Silver, and left.

Perhaps the vendor wanted to attract more business.

Smiling he said, "Sir, does your companion want to buy something to eat?"

"Mind your own business!" The middle-aged man coldly shouted, scaring the vendor into shrinking back, not daring to say any more.

Chu Feng kept watching the two heading towards the west of the city.

In the dead of night, these two were certainly not going to leave the city. Were they not planning to find an inn to stay at?

It was certain, these two were definitely not locals.

Chu Feng's gaze remained fixed on the two people. Soon, they turned into a small alley and disappeared from Chu Feng's view.

"I better not meddle in others' affairs! On Divine Martial Continent, masters are like clouds, and there are many eccentric and extraordinary people. If I provoke some powerful figures from the Evil Sect, I might not even know how I die."

Chu Feng, following his intuition, was sure that these two were from the Evil Sect.

"Dingling, Dingling..."

Within the time it took for a meal, a crisp ringing of a bell attracted Chu Feng. It came from the west side of the mansion.

There was a small alley there that led to the main street in front.

So late at night, who would be ringing a bell for no reason?

Moreover, listening to the sound, it was not the kind of bell tied on the neck of a mount, but a magic bell used by Daoist priests during rituals.

Moved by a thought, Chu Feng leaped several times and reached a rooftop near the west side.

"How is it them?" Chu Feng widened his eyes in shock.

There, in the dark alley, there were two shadows. By the moonlight, it was distinguishable that these were none other than the very same quirky patrons from before.

The one with the bundle behind stood motionless.

The middle-aged man in front was holding a copper bell, incessantly shaking it.

His mouth was also muttering continuously.

In the dead of night, this chilling scene made Chu Feng's scalp tingle.

Because it was too far away, he could not hear what spell the middle-aged man was chanting? All he saw was him pointing at the sky, and a dazzling moonlight descended from heaven, landing on the head of the man with the bundle behind.

He raised his head, opened his mouth, and absorbed the moonlight.

The black veil on the bamboo hat was lifted a bit, allowing Chu Feng under the moonlight to clearly see the man's mouth behind the backpack.

"My God, it's terrifying! His mouth is pale and bloodless, with patches of skin curling up to reveal the red flesh underneath. At the corners of his mouth, two sharp fangs are visible, emitting bursts of cold light in the moonlight."

Even with his broad experience and bravery, Chu Feng couldn't help but shiver at this sight.

Such a horrifying and bizarre scene was a first for him.

"This, this... the man with the backpack might be one of the legendary corpse-refined beings! No wonder he doesn't need to eat, no wonder his movements are stiff."

It's rumored that powerful corpse-refined beings can fly and tunnel through the earth, capable of anything.

This corpse-refined being seems to be of a lower level.

After absorbing enough moonlight, the 'man' with the backpack regained his strength. He started striding energetically, closely following the middle-aged man with the magic bell.

Chu Feng watched as the two figures disappeared, his eyes revealing a trace of contemplation.

"I have cultivated the Taoist Demon Soul Splitting Skill! I've successfully separated my Demon Soul. To cultivate a Body Transformation, I still lack a Demon Body. If there is a powerful corpse-refined being, it could serve as my Demon Body, allowing my Demon Soul to reside within it. Then through consecration and nurturing, eventually, the Demon Soul and the corpse-refined being could merge into one entity. At that stage, my Body Transformation would be successfully cultivated!"

If he could cultivate a Body Transformation, Chu Feng's strength would surely double.

And it would allow the transformation to cultivate demonic Cultivation Techniques and secret skills that the original self couldn't.

...

After watching the two leave, Chu Feng did not follow them. His strength was weak, and it was better to stay low-key in the Vermilion Bird Imperial City to live longer.

He returned to the rooftop of his residence and began to meditate and cultivate.

The Fire Spirit energy from all directions gathered towards him. His Sword Qi was also increasing at an astonishing rate.

By the next morning, at the break of dawn, Chu Feng slowly concluded his cultivation and exhaled a breath of stale air.

A joyful smile appeared on his face.

After a night of cultivation, his Nine Yang Sword Veins were all bulging. This Sword Qi, after being cultivated, still needed to be refined a second time before it could be integrated into the Alchemy Field Qi Sea.

"At this rate, even without taking any Elixirs, I can reach the Peak Great Sword Master level in at most three years."

Chu Feng, experiencing the benefits of the Nine Yang Sword Veins, couldn't help feeling ecstatic. Compared to his previous life's poor talents, this life was like having cheats enabled.

With a light tap of his feet, he leapt down from the rooftop and softly landed on the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The loud sound of knocking made Chu Feng slightly frown. So early in the morning, could there be customers wanting to buy Elixirs?

Chu Feng decided to go and check.

Unexpectedly, someone was even quicker than him. The two workers he had hired in the store had already rushed to open a small door, sticking out their heads to look outside.

These two workers were very diligent and extremely loyal to the store.

Chu Feng had arranged dormitories for them, but they refused to sleep there. Instead, they chose to sleep inside the store, guarding it in case of theft at night.

"Who are you looking for? Coming so early to buy Elixirs?" Ah-Chun, one of the workers, asked politely.

"Who's in charge here at Longevity Hall? Tell your boss to come here quickly; we need to discuss something with him," the person outside said, barging into the store through the small door with a very aggressive tone.

"May I know what business you gentlemen have with our boss?" The other worker, Ah-Rong, who was a bit more astute, sensed that these people were not good news.

All dressed sloppily and wearing hats askew, they had fierce expressions on their faces, resembling bullies and ruffians from the streets.