Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2522 - 926:
Previously on Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster...
What sort of powerful fire could burn a Great Demon Emperor to ashes?
Maybe only these pristine white flames right here, able to dissolve gold and shape iron!
With a casual look toward him, Luo Chen spoke flatly, "So, you've figured out who I am?"
Old Monster Ge dropped to one knee without delay, the impact echoing loudly.
"Ge Wangji, once a True Disciple of Fireworks Ancient Island, pays respects to the Alchemy Sect elder!"
"Fireworks Ancient Island?" Luo Chen's mouth twitched upward slightly, "Are you related to an old friend of mine? What's your connection to Xiao Shiniang?"
"She served as my master!"
"I recall that Friend Xiao lost her life during the Lingtian Pass battle. As her student, why didn't you restore the sect after her death, choosing instead to wander as an obscure Rogue Cultivator in this barren town?"
"Cultivating solo as a lone individual already fills me with fear, so rebuilding the sect is out of the question. Besides, the East Desolate Immortal World now falls under the Tianyuan Daoist Sect's domination and oppression, with the risk of clashing again against the Demon Clan. In this vast turmoil, even reviving Fireworks Ancient Island would just turn it into expendable fodder. That's why staying a free Rogue Cultivator feels better, unbound and easygoing."
Hearing this response, Luo Chen let out a quiet sigh.
Rogue Cultivators enjoy their liberty, yet the hardships they endure remain their private burden.
Ge Wangji makes for a fitting name, truly.
In times of endless conflict, he opts to set aside schemes, embracing a path of effortless flow, rising above mortal ties.
"Crossing paths with you in your Cave Mansion during my tribulation breakthrough counts as destiny."
"That said, my Sect's status is delicate and not for public knowledge. Plus, after this day, your Cave Mansion likely won't last, leaving you without a spot for Cultivation."
"So, I'll offer you two paths. One is becoming a Guest Elder in my Luotian Sect. The other..."
Ge Wangji didn't pause, dropping fully to his knees and bowing his head to the ground before Luo Chen.
"I'll take the first choice!"
He skipped hearing the details of the second option entirely.
Luo Chen burst into laughter, since a simple Golden Core Cultivator chatting about rising above the world seems laughable.
This Ge Wangji clearly grasps the lay of the land.
Naturally, one might view his moves as overpowering the vulnerable.
With a flick of his wrist, a Jade Vial dropped down in front of Ge Wangji.
"Noticing your dazed fixation on the Nascent Soul Formation Pill, I'd say you're nearing a Cultivation roadblock. Consider this your initial perk as a Luotian Sect Guest Elder!"
Ge Wangji took hold of the Jade Vial, his pulse racing fiercely.
Though he professed disinterest in worldly entanglements or battles with foes.
Deep down, he longed for those glorious times under a mighty force's shield, where Cultivation demanded his sole attention.
The Alchemy Sect proves incredibly lavish!
By then, Cang Long had ventured into perilous grounds while undergoing tribulation in the Outer World.
A Cultivator's journey, when going well, involves facing the Three Nines Heavenly Tribulation three times overall, each with three strikes.
Cang Long had survived the initial two strikes, yet the final one lingered, building its might.
In that tense wait beyond words, Cang Long kept heaving breaths, her spirits dropping deeper.
The first two strikes had already exceeded the full set of three from her earlier trials.
She dreaded picturing the force of that ultimate Heavenly Tribulation strike.
Lightning bolts thick as barrels flickered nonstop amid the clouds, slowly shaping into forms.
Nine strands in all!
Cang Long drew a sharp breath in shock, while those observing close by gaped even wider.
How could such a horrifying Thunder Tribulation exist?
The overdue divine retribution struck without warning.
Nine thunder strikes crashed down amid a deafening boom.
Right then.
A silhouette materialized abruptly, positioning itself ahead of Cang Long.
Five fingers clenched into a tight fist.
Right away, a strike blasted forward!
Boom!
The thunderous echo boomed out, leaving heads ringing for many, as the relentless electric glare seared the vision.
Under Cang Long's stunned stare, Luo Chen, drenched in the storm of thunder, softly unleashed five Sword Pills from within, wrapping up vast quantities of molten liquid metal from the dissolved Nine Yang Geng Metal, and surged directly toward the thunderclouds.