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Mo shouted at the top of his lungs for a long time, finally managing to gather the scattered Lone Cultivators from all corners of the valley.
These individuals appeared disheveled and covered in dirt, each bearing various injuries, clearly having encountered some troubles recently. Upon hearing Mo recount his encounter with the Holy Spirit Palace Disciple's schemes, a wave of anxiety swept through them, their faces paling in fear.
Once everyone had gathered, Chen Li surveyed the group and said solemnly, "Seniors, I believe you have all seen that those from the Holy Spirit Palace no longer regard us as a threat. To avoid further attacks from them, I suggest we take some time here to recuperate, refine some elixirs, and restore our strength before making any plans."
"Chen Li is right!" Yue Shan replied in a deep voice. The thought of what the people from the Holy Spirit Palace had done filled him with anger. This cursed place was already fraught with danger, and it seemed that no perilous environment could compare to the treachery of human hearts. The people from the Holy Spirit Palace had truly lost their minds.
Others nodded in agreement, echoing Chen Li's suggestion to quickly refine elixirs and heal their wounds. Although they were not particularly powerful individually, their numbers gave them strength. As long as they could restore their cultivation to its peak state, even if the Holy Spirit Palace attempted to scheme against them again, they would have to think twice.
Seeing no objections from the crowd, Chen Li turned his gaze toward Xuanjizi. "Senior, could you please arrange for the elixir refining?"
Xuanjizi was an Elder from the Imperial Academy and had full control over the arrangements for refining elixirs. Although Chen Li was still young and everyone respected him due to his previous life-saving efforts, he still needed someone with authority to oversee the actual arrangements.
Xuanjizi glanced at him and immediately saw through Chen Li's thoughts, chuckling as he scolded playfully, "You little schemer."
Nevertheless, Xuanjizi quickly began organizing their next steps. He divided everyone into several groups to gather medicinal materials while maintaining vigilance for any threats. While most of them could refine elixirs, their abilities were limited to low-grade potions. The number of those who could truly refine higher-level elixirs was few.
Moreover, with so many people around and various factors to consider, Xuanjizi placed Chen Li as the top choice for refining elixirs, knowing well his capabilities.
The crowd moved quickly and orderly, immersing themselves in the intense task of alchemy. Meanwhile, on the other side of the valley, Chen Ming and others from the Holy Spirit Palace arrived at the scene. Their faces darkened with horror as they gazed upon the scattered bodies of their disciples.
"Useless!" Chen Ming kicked one of the corpses fiercely, his eyes blazing with anger. So many people, yet they couldn't even handle a few Lone Cultivators!
A disciple who had been serving him cautiously smiled and said, "Young Master, please calm down. That Chen Li is quite powerful and rather peculiar. It’s likely—"
"Powerful?" Chen Ming scoffed. "How strong can they be? They're just ants!"
As he spoke, he cast a venomous glance in the direction of Chen Li, his eyes glinting with cold jealousy and resentment. Chen Li and Shen Qingyue were nothing but the discarded waste of his father, yet somehow they always managed to overshadow him.
Whatever he tried to do, they would oppose him at every turn. He had initially thought that killing them would be as easy as squashing two ants. But now it seemed far from simple.
Looking at the Lone Cultivators surrounding the city, the flames of jealousy in his eyes nearly consumed him. However, with members of the Heavenly Dao Sect and Golden Sun Sect still present, as a leader of the Three Major Forces, if he acted openly against them, it would likely drive away those he had worked hard to win over.
At this moment, it was clear that dealing with Chen Li would not be easy.
As these thoughts churned within him, a wave of unwilling anger surged in his heart. "Young Master, perhaps it's better to let it go for now? Once you obtain the tokens from the Four Great Saints and fully inherit Tai Xu Zhenzi's legacy, won’t you easily deal with a mere Chen Li?"
Leng Yue, who had been aware of everything from the beginning, couldn't help but offer this advice.
Chen Ming's expression darkened as he slightly closed his eyes and took a deep breath to forcibly suppress his anger. "I understand."
"Notify everyone; let our Alchemist assist the Heavenly Dao Sect and Golden Sun Sect in alchemy," he commanded.
A smile appeared on Leng Yue's face. "Understood."
The team from Holy Spirit Palace began to take action. They occupied a particularly rich area of Spiritual Energy in a hollow among the mountains. Leaning against a large rock, Chen Ming watched coldly as everyone busied themselves around him.
Beside him, Leng Yue eagerly offered a cup of spiritual tea. "Young Master, please enjoy your tea."
Chen Ming took the teacup, taking a light sip, but his gaze remained fixed on Chen Li not far away, his eyes sharp and cold.
Hmph, what a pretentious act. He scoffed softly, his tone laced with disdain.
The Alchemists of the Holy Spirit Palace were all arrogant, as if they were born superior to others. They skillfully channeled their spiritual energy, conjuring up crimson flames of spiritual power. The fire blazed fiercely, distorting the air around it, sending waves of heat rushing toward him.
The flames wielded by Alchemists were categorized into seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Even the lowest level of Crimson could refine Mystic Grade pills. As long as one could summon higher-level flames, they could attempt to concoct even more advanced elixirs.
However, many Alchemists were just beginners; their flames varied in color and could only manage the most basic golden hue.
At this moment, one particularly short and stout Alchemist with a face full of freckles was especially arrogant. He manipulated the spiritual fire, tossing precious herbs into the flames. The fire surged as the herbs were continuously tempered and scorched, their essences extracted bit by bit.
Hmph, a bunch of rabble daring to refine pills here? The Short and Stout Alchemist cast a disdainful glance at Yue Shan and others who were busy concocting pills nearby, his voice dripping with mockery and malice.
Everyone in the Holy Spirit Palace knew the Young Master's intentions. If given the chance, he too would have to show off. With this thought in mind, he deliberately intensified his control over the spiritual fire; the crimson flames expanded wildly like a fire dragon, encroaching toward Yue Shan's direction.
Yue Shan was initially focused on refining his elixir; the Golden Flame he had conjured was steadily burning. However, as the Crimson flames drew near, his golden fire began to flicker violently as if it might extinguish at any moment.
Yue Shan's heart sank—what was happening? He quickly increased his output of spiritual energy in an attempt to stabilize the flames. Yet the power of the Crimson flames was overwhelming; the golden fire simply couldn't withstand it and ultimately extinguished with a soft sound.
Yue Shan's expression changed drastically; having his alchemy interrupted not only meant losing precious materials but also risked backlash against himself. A metallic taste filled his throat as he painfully watched those already completed pill bases vanish before him. He had no choice but to channel his energy to suppress the surging blood within him.
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