Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2595 - 956: Entering the Realm, Armies at the Gate

In the serene chamber aboard the flying vessel.

Luo Chen perused a tome while savoring the Five Temple Immortal Brew.

Such was his method for quelling the agony surging inside his frame.

Although it seemed like he had advanced to the Late Fourth Order of Ancient Desolation in only one year at Mi Realm Mountain, in truth, the "Hundred Poison Body Refining Technique" isn't a swift path to power but a slow-building Water Grinding Technique.

Toxins from the Hundred Poison King Gu seep out gradually, tempering the whole physique.

Via ongoing harm and reconstruction, even the typically unreachable areas of the body grow far more robust.

This tempering occurs without pause.

Thus, suffering shadows his every moment!

Why did the Purple Robe Marquis claim that training in this technique proves so arduous? He himself pursues body refinement, so why avoid pairing it with this one?

The answer rests in the sheer ferocity of the torment, which goes beyond mere discomfort; it disrupts regular Qi Refinement practice as well.

Thanks to Luo Chen's singular form with four souls, he can fend off portions of it while refining Qi.

Yet in everyday moments, escape remains impossible.

Luckily, remnants of Spirit Wine from Dieyun Sect remain in his stores; occasional sips let the delight of the brew dull numerous woes.

The Five Temple Immortal Brew also offers superb nourishment to the body's five viscera; without it, he never could have withstood that horrifying backlash during his fierce clash with the Qing Shuang Demon Emperor.

"Now that I've reached the late stage of body refinement, I wonder if I could stand toe-to-toe with Qing Shuang in a head-on clash?"

That notion raced through his mind, prompting Luo Chen to set aside the book he held.

Right then, a knock echoed at the door.

Knock!

Luo Chen raised his gaze slightly, "Enter!"

The door swung open, admitting a squat, lined elder.

Luo Chen's lips curved faintly, "Meng Shentong, what brings you here?"

Meng Shentong let out a chuckle, "The Golden Lion Empire draws near, and I figured I'd alert you directly."

"Is that all?" Luo Chen remained skeptical. A mere update scarce justifies a Supreme's personal visit.

Meng Shentong's grin dimmed as he bowed his hands, "I acted rudely in our spar that day—please overlook it, friend."

Luo Chen lifted his cup for a soft sip, "Out with it!"

The subtle scent of the wine eased his spirit.

Meng Shentong eyed the cup briefly, then grew grave.

"From what Bei Puti mentioned, you've encountered my Luo Sect's Right Envoy, Nan Yiqi?"

This was indeed the core issue!

Luo Chen inclined his head steadily, "We've met once, though back then I was unaware of his name Nan Yiqi; folks in the North Sea dubbed him Nan Qi Old Ghost."

"Nan Qi Old Ghost?" Meng Shentong's lips quirked, and he probed curiously, "Where might he be these days? Has he aligned with some great power?"

"No idea on that front; I just recall his close ties to the Lie Tian Sect Master of Mo Luo Sect at the time."

"Lie Tian Sect Master..."

Meng Shentong whispered the title, his face clouding with doubt.

He'd stayed away from the North Sea for ages, making the name foreign.

Likely a fresh Nascent Soul powerhouse from recent centuries.

Still, Mo Luo Sect rang a vague bell; tales describe it as a coalition like the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance, formed by Demon Sect survivors seeking revival.

Based on South Border reports, several renowned figures supposedly lurk there.

A certain individual came to mind—perhaps through them, he could uncover Nan Yiqi's location.

"Friend Qi, are you acquainted with Elder Minghuo?"

Luo Chen's pulse quickened; of course he knew this figure!

Not just knew, but they'd once partnered in a deal.

Who'd have thought Meng Shentong would raise this name abruptly.

"Do you mean Minghuo Sect Master?"

"That's fine; long ago, I shared a solid bond with him. Unsure if he's around anymore."

Luo Chen shook his head, "This Qi has no clue. The North Sea's turmoil exceeds the South Border's. In that mess, even Nascent Soul powerhouses risk sudden downfall."

"Really?" Meng Shentong appeared crestfallen.

Luo Sect lacks ties in the North Sea; his own contacts dwindle to a handful, most faded to age.

If Elder Minghuo has perished too, tracking Nan Yiqi grows far tougher.

Maybe post-this affair, a trip to the North Sea to seize that Lie Tian Sect Master linked to Nan Yiqi and wring answers from him?

Luo Chen eyed the pondering Meng Shentong and abruptly queried, "Why fixate so on Nan Qi Old Ghost—a mere sect betrayer?"

"Exactly because he's a betrayer, he demands retribution! No matter where he flees, he'll face consequences!" Meng Shentong's features twisted briefly with savagery, his voice brimming with determination.

Back when Luo Sect fell into turmoil, the havoc Nan Qi Old Ghost wrought stunned outsiders.

Meng Shentong's later seclusion wasn't baseless; grave wounds from that battle played a role.

Above all, Nan Qi Old Ghost had stolen Luo Sect's paramount inheritance Gu insect!

He drew a steadying breath and composed himself, turning to Luo Chen.

"Should you cross paths with him again, friend, kindly inform me—I'll reward you handsomely!"

As words left his lips, he produced a sleeping letter poison.

Luo Chen regarded the letter poison yet made no move to claim it.

Meng Shentong's hand hovered awkwardly.

He knitted his brows, then shifted subjects sharply.

"What drove friend to join this venture?"

"Summoned by Master Li Tian."

"Then we're similar; swayed by Master Li Tian's kindness or pacts to some degree. But!" Meng Shentong's voice sharpened, and via Divine Consciousness Voice Transmission, he warned, "Watch Master Li Tian closely; his mind twists slyly, hiding shrewd schemes under that benevolent facade."