Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2551 - 937: The Battle for Wind and Thunder Gorge (Part 2)

Master Ming Lei had already warned everyone about the Feng family's greed for Wind and Thunder Gorge long before.

"Should you choose to remain as poor rogue cultivators, wandering aimlessly without any base, feel free to depart."

"Yet if you desire to keep practicing cultivation in Wind and Thunder Gorge without interference from others, you need to offer your support somehow."

"When a mighty foe approaches, anyone who cowers in their cave dwelling, no matter the result, will face my wrath and won't be spared!"

Such was the implicit threat.

Unite in the struggle, or pack up and go.

Those aiming to lounge idly and grab the rewards afterward should brace for judgment after the clash!

Thanks to the divine sense of a Nascent Soul Stage expert, detecting the unrest in Wind and Thunder Gorge came easily.

Feng Bu Yan shook his head, "They refuse to emerge and battle, intent on clinging to Wind and Thunder Gorge."

The war drums kept booming, but silence met the call.

To claim Wind and Thunder Gorge, a direct assault appears unavoidable.

Feng Bu Yan eyed his kin, who burned with battle lust yet harbored traces of fear, their hearts torn.

Storming inside, heaven knows how many Feng family youths might fall!

Yang Daoist, another key figure, noticed his reluctance and grinned while proposing, "Why don't we three join forces to drag out Master Ming Lei? As the head of the thirty-six caves in Wind and Thunder Gorge, his downfall would leave the other rogue cultivators as a disorganized bunch, unlikely to put up a fight. That way, your Feng family heirs would endure far fewer losses."

Feng Bu Yan's eyes lit up.

"That's right!"

Without pausing for the white-robed monk's nod, he advanced from the group.

"I'll launch the initial attack!"

Under the gaze of innumerable eyes, he drew forth a remarkably ornate feather fan, channeling Qi into it.

Then, he whipped it hard toward Wind and Thunder Gorge.

Whoosh...

An enormous tornado erupted abruptly, barreling into Wind and Thunder Gorge with irresistible momentum.

Right then!

Crack!

A thunderbolt thick as a bucket plummeted down, smashing the tornado to pieces in one hit.

Feng Bu Yan's divine sense expanded swiftly, pinpointing the attacker without delay.

"Master Ming Lei, you're a powerhouse too. Skulking away like this tarnishes the prestige of a real expert!"

Thunderous echoes boomed from within Wind and Thunder Gorge.

"Oh, the prestige you're talking about, barging to someone's doorstep to assault them."

Feng Bu Yan burst into laughter, "Wind and Thunder Gorge has belonged to the Feng family since antiquity. You're all just squatters in our domain. Out of pity for you weak rogue cultivators, I've let it slide so far. But with your breakthrough to Nascent Soul Realm, you ought to grasp the rule that a powerful sleeper won't tolerate unrest nearby. Depart on your own, and we can preserve a shred of honor."

Master Ming Lei scoffed, "All that chatter about ancient claims—if you crave Wind and Thunder Gorge, then storm in and seize it!"

Feng Bu Yan's face grew grave.

"You truly believe I'm scared to enter?"

With those words, his form vanished in a flash.

He rematerialized, hovering inside Wind and Thunder Gorge.

The feather fan waved gently, unleashing razor-sharp winds that coiled back into a mighty tornado aimed at a precise location.

Master Ming Lei materialized suddenly, his torso expanding as he exhaled with force.

"Disperse!"

Thunder roared once more, pulverizing the tornado outright.

Bolts of lightning burst from the emptiness, weaving into rays that rained down on Feng Bu Yan.

Feng Bu Yan smirked, vanishing from sight in an instant.

"Way too sluggish!"

Yet moments later, a silhouette emerged behind him, thrusting a flying sword at his rear.

Feng Bu Yan's face twisted faintly, dodging hastily by shifting position.

The flying sword pursued relentlessly, and worse, Master Ming Lei stuck to him like glue.

Amid the pursuit and evasion, vivid lightning crackled without end.

"Impossible—how are you matching my pace?"

Stunned and furious, Feng Bu Yan could scarcely believe it.

Escape arts formed his core strength.

That's why he boldly eyed Wind and Thunder Gorge, secure in his ability to press or pull back at will.

But if those arts got exposed, Wind and Thunder Gorge turned fully into enemy ground.

Master Ming Lei stayed quiet, trailing tight and striking nonstop, summoning a storm of thunder from the skies.

From outside, Wind and Thunder Gorge looked like a divine punishment unfolding.

The strikes lacked raw power, but their relentless barrage left onlookers breathless.

Each impact wrapped Feng Bu Yan in searing silver arcs.

Though he purged them fast with Qi, the creeping paralysis slowed his Qi circulation more and more.

At this rate, victory seemed remote—surviving to flee might prove impossible.

Abruptly!

"Allies, why delay further? Attack now or never!"

A voice laced with regret drifted from the void.

Yang Daoist materialized, aiming his wooden staff at Master Ming Lei.

"For a rogue cultivator to climb this far is no small feat. Sadly, poor judgment of the moment means your end comes today. Such a shame."

The wooden staff shimmered with emerald flecks, radiating an unusual aura.

As it thrust forward, it unleashed a piercing might that overwhelmed.

Master Ming Lei's face shifted subtly, but he skipped the Flash Thunder Technique for evasion, letting the staff target him head-on.

This sight stirred unease in Yang Daoist.

"So bold—does he have some backup?"

The instant after!

Chaos erupted without warning!

A huge azure palm, churning with gales and thunder, burst into existence, shielding above Master Ming Lei.

It then lunged with crushing power to seize the razor-edged wooden staff.

As if aiming to crush it outright!

"An accomplice?" Yang Daoist's suspicion confirmed itself, though it hardly surprised him—Feng Bu Yan had warned of this prior to arrival.

He just flashed a chilly grin.

His cherished staff, refined over centuries, had evolved into a True Device.

A standard Magic Item might withstand it unscathed.

But pitting bare flesh against it? Pure folly!

Before his eyes, the wooden staff clashed with the massive hand.

Thunk!

An eerie noise rang out, waves rippling wide.

Yang Daoist's core jolted, "Trouble!"

He tried yanking back his treasure staff, pouring Qi desperately, yet a superior grip held his Natal Magic Item fast.

A grim realization dawned, igniting fury within.

"No!"

"Hmph!"

A disdainful snort reverberated through the void.

Soon after.

The azure hand tightened abruptly.

Crack!

"Retrieve it!"

Twin streaks of radiance shot rearward.

Yang Daoist evaded in haste, steadying only to confront the agony surging inside.

His mouth flew open, and he vomited.

"Puh!"

Blood laced with fierce Qi erupted forth.

Now, the twin lights unveiled their shape.

None other than his Lifebound Treasure Staff!

Shattered in a single bout?

Overcome with dread, Yang Daoist stared at the stranger.

A figure clad in dark armor, topped with a yellow crown bearing a golden feather, loomed in the void, winds and thunder swirling nearby but sparing him. His obsidian gaze met his, brimming with contempt and disdain.

"Who might you be?" Yang Daoist demanded, shock and wrath spilling out almost on reflex.

The armored warrior released his grip and spoke evenly, "Far and wide, they call me Ba Xiu Qi Tian!"

In these parts, names get declared outright.

Backed by fitting displays, doubt fades away.

Even Master Ming Lei, familiar with Luo Chen from past ties, felt his eyes twitch at this.

He recognized Yang Daoist as a veteran Nascent Soul.

Yet in one clash, the other's Natal Magic Item snapped in this foe's grasp.

Just what level has this Qitian reached in Body Refinement?

No time for deep thought now—he bellowed instead, "Feng Bu Yan, meet the comrade I called forth. How does he stack up against yours?"

Feng Bu Yan's throat parched as he glanced at Yang Daoist, who had withdrawn to his side.

The latter shook his head in horror.

"This guy's savage and impossible to halt!"

"No!" Feng Bu Yan roared fiercely, "We have yet another fighter!"

Precisely then.

A ferocious Sword Qi sliced through from beyond the gorge!

Luo Chen whirled around, hands clasping without a second's pause.

In the emptiness, a duo of enormous palms formed at once, trapping the Sword Qi snug between them.

But this Sword Qi proved odd, twin opposing forces exploding inside nonstop, steadily wearing at Luo Chen's Origin Force palms.

Luo Chen arched a brow, "Demonic Qi? Buddha Qi?"

His features hardened with savage intent.

"I couldn't care less what kind of Qi!"

Origin Force poured out wildly.

His fleshly palms grew larger still, fusing with the Origin Force ones into unity.

Twisting like a grinder's wheel.

Boom!

The dread Sword Qi crumbled in a flash.

Moreover, in his fury, Luo Chen hurled a palm outward from the gorge.

A titanic, realm-shaking palm tore through over a hundred feet, crashing down like doom's fist upon the specks below.

A bell rang out.

Dong...

A far-off, lingering chime echoed on and on.

With the giant palm fading and debris clearing, a graceful white-clad form emerged.

Luo Chen drifted slowly from Wind and Thunder Gorge, fixing his stare on the white-robed monk.

"State your name!"