Ch 150: The Contempt of a Ninth-Rank Immortal Alchemist
“Disciple, this is Senior Wang Lin, the only Ninth-Rank Immortal Alchemist in Wangxu City! Greet him quickly.” Du Feng enthusiastically brought Lu Qing’an closer, putting an arm around his shoulder, and introduced him to Wang Lin.
“Junior Wu Ciren greets Senior Wang Lin.” Lu Qing’an performed a junior’s bow to Wang Lin.
He carefully observed Wang Lin for a moment, a playful glint flashing in his eyes.
He had learned some information from the Liuli Realm Demon Race member. It was certain that this Ninth-Rank Immortal Alchemist, Wang Lin, was indeed colluding with the Demon Race!
And the Demon Race’s arrival in Wangxu City was orchestrated by Wang Lin.
These demons came for a specific item. He had initially guessed wrong; it wasn’t because a powerful demon was sealed in this place, but because there was a treasure of great importance to the Demon Race within the Xianjian Sect!
These demons desperately wanted to seize this treasure!
As for how news of the treasure reached the Demon Race, it was naturally related to Wang Lin.
The exact nature of the treasure wasn’t clear to the Liuli Realm demon, but it was certain that it was related to a demonic corpse.
This connects the dots. The Xianjian Sect, tasked with demon extermination, seems less straightforward.
The Xianjian Sect possessing a treasure related to demonic corpses, and their policy of demon extermination, using demonic corpses to exchange for Contribution Points—the implications are suddenly different.
Perhaps the Xianjian Sect isn’t as righteous as people say, and significant profit is involved.
“I’ve heard of you; they say your talent is astonishing, but you seem rather ordinary in person.” Wang Lin merely glanced at Lu Qing’an, then replied expressionlessly.
This expression was clearly for Du Feng’s benefit, but using a junior to criticize someone else was a bit underhanded.
Lu Qing’an understood Wang Lin’s intentions, but still smiled slightly, “I’ve just always looked rather ordinary. Compared to Brother Wang Xiaohong, I’m indeed quite lacking.”
Wang Xiaohong, suddenly mentioned by Lu Qing’an, narrowed his eyes.
“You do have some self-awareness, considering whose offspring you are.” At this time, Wang Quangu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
But the moment his voice rang out, Lu Qing’an felt puzzled.
What kind of duck-like voice is this?
This voice and appearance don’t match at all.
Wang Xiaohong had witnessed Lu Qing’an’s eerie moves; even he wouldn’t dare say his talent surpassed Lu Qing’an’s. However, thinking of his powerful father and grandfather, his arrogance resurfaced.
Status and position are also a symbol of strength.
“Haha, everyone, please be seated.” Seeing Wang Lin giving him the cold shoulder, Du Feng didn’t react, maintaining a warm smile as he gestured for Wang Lin and the others to sit.
“What trash ants are these? Such things dare share a table with us?” Wang Quangu looked at Bai Lu, his face full of contemptuous mockery.
Bai Lu remained silent, acting as if invisible. Before coming, Du Feng had instructed him not to speak unless necessary.
He had endured much humiliation over the years and could certainly bear this.
“Everyone, sit down. I want to see if little Du can give me a satisfactory explanation.” Wang Lin sat down heavily, speaking disdainfully.
Wang Quangu nodded and sat down at the main table.
At this moment, the Xianjian Sect’s high-ranking officials near the main table acted like fawning dogs, smiling and greeting the three—grandfather, father, and son.
Even Huan Yu Realm experts did so.
The connections of a Ninth-Rank Immortal Alchemist are terrifying; even ordinary Dao Saint Realm experts wouldn’t dare offend such a person.
Du Feng pulled Lu Qing’an to sit down, then glanced towards the entrance, muttering to himself.
Why hasn’t that guy arrived yet? We agreed he’d be here by now. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold off Wang Lin.
Not long after Wang Lin sat down, his gaze suddenly shifted to a certain place.
He first glanced at Xu Qingshan, who was acting like a subordinate, then pointed to Murong Yinxue, who was sitting next to Zhen Yongfu and Song Yuanming, and said, “Is that your student, Murong Yinxue?”
Xu Qingshan forced a wry smile, “Yes, Brother, what is it?”
“I hear her alchemy talent is good. Do you plan to have her participate in the Danxian Sect’s Alchemy Competition?” Wang Lin asked.
“Yes.” Xu Qingshan nodded.
“She’s already a Fifth-Rank Immortal Alchemist?” Wang Lin asked again.
Xu Qingshan replied, “She just broke through to Fifth Rank recently. She needs some time to consolidate before the Alchemy Competition.”
“I hear she is very young, just over a hundred years old?”
Xu Qingshan felt something was amiss, but could only nod helplessly.
“Have her come over.” Wang Lin commanded.
Fear rose in Xu Qingshan’s heart, but he couldn’t say anything, so he called out to Murong Yinxue.
Murong Yinxue rose and came before Xu Qingshan: “Greetings, Teacher.”
“This is Senior Wang Lin.”
“Greetings, Senior Wang Lin!” Murong Yinxue respectfully said.
“Your alchemy talent is good, little girl, but to achieve a good ranking in the upcoming Alchemy Competition, you still lack something. But with my guidance, securing a top twenty ranking wouldn’t be difficult.” A smile, rare on Wang Lin’s usually expressionless face, appeared as he looked at Murong Yinxue, his eyes slightly curved.
Clearly, he had designs on Murong Yinxue.
Murong Yinxue sensed his ill intentions and shook her head with a wry smile, “Junior’s talent is mediocre, I won’t trouble Senior. I’m only going to observe and see the other alchemy geniuses.”
Wang Lin’s expression turned serious, and he rebuked, “Since you’re participating in such a competition, how can you not have any ambition? To think of merely observing before it even begins—such a mentality is unacceptable!”
Seeing Wang Lin’s sudden actions, a cold glint flashed in Xu Qingshan’s eyes, but he dared not speak.
The gap between realms was too vast!
Lu Qing’an sat quietly, observing this scene, his dislike for Wang Lin growing stronger. Then his gaze fell on several people.
Namely, Du Feng, Zhen Yongfu, and Song Yuanming.
Du Feng remained seated and silent, seemingly unwilling to provoke Wang Lin further.
Zhen Yongfu’s expression was grim; he seemed to want to do something, but after exchanging a look with Lu Qing’an, who subtly dissuaded him, Zhen Yongfu held back.
Song Yuanming’s next action, however, caused Lu Qing’an to reconsider his assessment.
“Old Master Wang, you’re right, my disciple is still too young. But she is only a little over a hundred years old, please don’t blame her, I will guide her better in the future.”
Song Yuanming wore a fawning smile, then turned to Murong Yinxue, speaking earnestly, “My dear disciple, come back quickly! Don’t anger the Senior!”
Murong Yinxue bowed to Wang Lin, then quickly walked towards her master.
With Song Yuanming acting this way, a normal person wouldn’t say anything; after all, you don’t hit a smiling face.
However, after hearing Song Yuanming’s words, Wang Lin’s expression turned icy, “What are you? Who gave you the audacity to interrupt when I’m speaking?!”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was like thunder, silencing the entire banquet hall.
Song Yuanming instantly felt an immensely terrifying Huan Yu Realm pressure, like a burden of ten million jin pressing down on him.
His face quickly turned red.
Unable to control himself, he knelt down.
“Master!” Murong Yinxue and Zhen Yongfu, shocked, their eyes reddened.
Xu Qingshan shook his head secretly; he knew Wang Lin’s character, so he dared not say anything…
At the same time, he felt ashamed. He was only fit to be Murong Yinxue’s teacher, not her master.
He couldn’t do what Song Yuanming did.
