Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Cang Long smiled faintly, gently yet firmly shook her head, ”It’s getting late, friend, you should rest early! Any questions you have can wait until tomorrow.”

Then she slowly closed the door.

Han Zhan faced a closed door, looking displeased.

Wasn’t this different from what his master had said before he left the Sect?

Didn’t they say the Ice Castle suffered heavy losses in the Sky-reaching Secret Realm exploration and urgently needed external allies?

Sending Cang Long Fairy out to travel the Eastern Wasteland with him was also meant to foster their relationship, with the idea of becoming Dao Companion Cultivators.

In simple terms, an arranged marriage!

However, throughout their journey across more than a dozen Great Territories, though Cang Long Fairy seemed gentle, her gentleness was full of courtesy that kept people at arm’s length.

”Can we really only be friends and not become companions on the Great Dao Path?”

After initial anger, Han Zhan felt a bit unwilling.

Among the women he had seen, there were many powerful ones, but few were as mysterious and evoked such an infinite desire to explore as Cang Long.

Like the Deep Sea Treasures, or the Tianshan Snow Lotus, both mysterious, pure, and solitary.

Feeling dejected, Han Zhan returned to his room.

He didn’t let the feeling of disappointment affect him for long and quickly cast aside distractions, maintaining his cultivation amid the inn’s not-so-rich Spirit Qi.

At around midnight, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

Awakening, Han Zhan scanned with his Divine Consciousness, discovering that it was Cang Long.

He felt a joy in his heart, thinking she had changed her mind, and immediately opened the door.

Cang Long stood there quietly and, upon seeing Han Zhan, whispered, ”There’s a good show to watch, do you want to go?”

Han Zhan was taken aback, realizing he had misunderstood, but kept his composure and nodded, immediately following her.

Two figures leaped into the air, disappearing into the night.

Soon they appeared at a chaotic graveyard.

Several figures surrounded a young man in a black robe.

They were demanding he hand over his precious item.

This scene was self-explanatory.

A most common occurrence in the Immortal Cultivation World: a highway robbery for treasures.

Was this the good show Cang Long mentioned?

Han Zhan felt somewhat uninterested but quickly realized something.

”Why did she notice it before I did?”

”My Luo Yun Sect is best known for Soul Refining Skills, and I’ve even begun learning the Soul Cleaving Technique. My deep Divine Soul Endowment should surpass others of the same stage, yet I was still no match for her?”

As he was puzzling over this, a fight broke out in the chaotic graveyard after some harsh words.

The black-robed man was fighting multiple opponents, yet he didn’t seem at a disadvantage at all.

His long sword was wielded with uncanny skill, creating a storm of blood with each strike.

Seeing not able to defeat the black-robed man, the attackers quickly shouted:

”Too tough to handle, form the big formation!”

In an instant, several people took positions around, their Qi Power connecting to form a big formation.

The black-robed man grinned cruelly, ”So I thought Eastern Wasteland cultivators were different, turns out they’re just as rude! In that case, die together!”

As he spoke, layers of black gas surged from Cultivator Ning’s body.

The oppressive dark energy quickly shattered the big formation into pieces with just a few charges.

He merged with his Magical Treasure Long Sword, and everywhere he rushed the casualties piled up.

The battle was over.

The few survivors fled in terror.

Filled with a murderous drive, Cultivator Ning pursued them directly.

As he passed by a treetop, he suddenly stopped, swinging his sword behind.

The immense sword qi cleaved a massive tree, large enough to require three to five pairs of hands to encircle, into two halves.

A brilliant snow-white sword light clashed powerfully with the sword qi.

Boom!

Cultivator Ning squinted, looking at the two figures who had revealed themselves.

”Are you also here to covet the treasures on me?”

Cang Long brushed off the surrounding dust with her sleeve, ”We are not like hidden sparrows, Friend Ning, no need for hostility.”

Cultivator Ning’s eyebrows raised, ”Early Golden Core Stage?”

”To block a slash of mine with such a realm, state your name!”

Cang Long cupped her hands, ”Yuding Ice Castle, Tianshan Canglong, may I learn your distinguished name, friend?”

Cultivator Ning frowned, ”Yuding Ice Castle? Never heard of it! I am Ning Yuzhuo from North Sea Primordial Demon Sect. I will remember your name, until we meet again!”

With that, he departed.

He was off to chase down those two who had just escaped.

Han Zhan