Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2711 - 1000: Peak Luotian, Since We’re Here_2

"The Ghost Emperor had already suffered heavy wounds. Though the ghostly aura looked utterly dominating, it was nothing but fake posturing and hollow intimidation. If he were at full power, I couldn’t have driven him back with such ease. This was clear from how he managed to shatter his way out even while bound by the Xuanbing Qi."

Ling Fengzi jolted in shock, "That fellow is hurt?"

Cang Long nodded firmly, "Indeed, badly hurt. Or else, my Xuanbing Qi wouldn’t have held him back!"

Ling Fengzi frowned in confusion, "Who wounded him? Don’t tell me it’s..."

The pair shared a look, their earlier joy from vanquishing a mighty enemy shifting into somber weight.

A Ghost Emperor of such terrifying might—how could he end up this battered without cause?

Surely, some ferocious clash even fiercer had reduced him to this state.

Should Wang Yuan and Bai Meiling have clashed at that level, what fate would they have met?

"We can’t just sit idle anymore!"

Cang Long whispered lowly, then before the group’s eyes, pulled out the storage bag Li Yingzhang had handed her prior to departure.

Her slender hand struck it, channeling several Dao Law Methods inside.

In the instant that followed!

An overwhelming aura erupted wildly without restraint.

Shock rippled through everyone.

Ling Fengzi sensed it deepest, his face paling sharply.

"Late Stage Nascent Soul!"

"Since when did Luo Tian Sect hide such profound strength?"

Cang Long offered no words, barking a command instead.

"Accelerate! We’ll storm straight into Yanfu Mountain—I’ll take point!"

With that, a handful of Top Grade Spirit Stones dropped into her grasp, poised for action.

...

West of Yanfu Mountain lay a barren stretch.

The Ghost Emperor had fled from this very spot moments ago.

As moments stretched since his flight, hordes of low-rank Ghosts swarmed from every direction, desperate to breach Yanfu Mountain.

Abruptly!

A swarm of Yin Soul Resentful Ghosts whipped their heads around, staring toward the abyss’s depths.

What met them was a dazzling white light beam, piercing all in its path, scouring the heavens.

Sizzle!

The blinding white ray struck with blinding speed and colossal force, annihilating every Yin Soul Fierce Ghost in a flash, its leftover might slamming into Yanfu Mountain.

Aboard the Crossing Ghost Ship, Ling Fengzi beheld the sight, his eyelids spasming uncontrollably.

A colossal white tiger, akin to a monstrous leviathan, slowly shut its jaws amid grinding, rigid cracks.

What’s more, the Top Grade Spirit Stone embedded on its brow had drained almost half its Spirit Power from that blast.

Beyond that, the Qi Power aura around Cang Long Fairy, masterminding the White Tiger Puppet, flickered weaker briefly.

Shock flickered in Cang Long’s gaze too.

Was this the secret weapon Luo Chen bequeathed to Luo Tian Sect upon his exit?

A puppet rivaling Late Stage Nascent Soul might!

From where had he obtained it?

Furthermore, the puppet mastery technique he provided felt strangely intimate to Cang Long Fairy, almost like it stemmed from the Luo Yun Sect tradition?

Might this puppet tie back to her old ally Han Zhan?

Having felt the puppet’s devastating blow up close, myriad thoughts surged in Cang Long’s head before she thrust her longsword ahead.

"Storm the mountain!"

The Crossing Ghost Ship morphed into a light streak, hurtling directly into Yanfu Mountain.

Yet shortly after, its furious advance halted dead.

...

Boom!

A horrifying white beam tore through the mountain, smashing against the Great Seal ahead and making it shudder nonstop.

"Mighty foes approach!"

Deng Taiyue yanked back the Xuanhuang Seal single-handedly, face etched with severity, warning over his shoulder without turning.

To his surprise, Luo Chen’s voice from behind stayed utterly steady.

"Relax, they’re my sect members."

Deng Taiyue froze; that prior assault nearly matched a full blow from a typical Great Cultivator.

Did Luo Tian Sect conceal such masters?

Moments later, a huge white tiger bore seven silhouettes, charging up from the outer slopes with wild abandon.

Deng Taiyue’s eyes bulged wide.

A Late Stage Nascent Soul Puppet?

And as the White Tiger Puppet hit the ground here, it skidded to a sudden stop, gouging twin craters into the earth.

Those perched upon it, hearts strung tight before, loosened at once in stunned joy.

They all leaped down together.

"Master!"

"It’s the Supreme Elder!"

"Supreme Elder has returned!"

"Brother Luo Chen, good to see you!"

Luo Chen gave a nod and remarked, "Ling Fengzi, it's been years since our last meeting, and your cultivation has advanced considerably!"

Ling Fengzi recovered from his shock and modestly waved his hand, "The Spirit Qi in the Blessed Land is plentiful; this kind of progress isn't anything special."

Despite his humility, the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his inner pride.

For three hundred years, he had been trapped at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, hindered by his talent and the pressures of the Human and Demon War.

However, after stepping into the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land and entering secluded cultivation for dozens of years, his hard work finally paid off as he advanced to the Nascent Soul Fourth Layer, stepping into the Mid-stage.

The path of the Great Dao truly offers a spark of hope!

A smile appeared on Luo Chen's face as his eyes shifted to the elegant woman clad in white.

Cang Long spoke up first, "Are your matters concluded?"

"Finished ages ago; if not for certain unforeseen incidents, I'd have come back much earlier." Luo Chen gave a quick explanation, then looked over Cang Long Fairy, leaving her somewhat flustered. Moments later, he mused, "Your realm hasn't stabilized yet, so why risk fighting?"

Cang Long tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stated openly, "This fight decides the destiny of Luo Tian Sect; I have to do my part."

Luo Chen arched a brow, his eyes scanning Cang Long, Ling Fengzi, and the thrilled group of cultivators trailing them, lingering for a moment on the quiet Gu Caiyi.

During his time away, Luo Tian Sect's unity had clearly grown by leaps and bounds.

Li Yingzhang has performed admirably as Sect Master!

"Master, regarding the Ming Water Spring Eye..."

Tian Xuan spoke out involuntarily, yet Luo Chen lifted his hand to stop him.

"I've already heard the full story from Little White."

These words instantly put everyone at ease.

The Supreme Elder's calm demeanor proves he still holds everything firmly in grasp.

Luo Chen pivoted, gesturing toward Deng Taiyue with a serious tone as he presented him.

"Master Taiyue, leader of Taishan Sect—his reputation precedes him among you all, and he's a close ally of mine. He's come to aid Luo Tian Sect."

"Greetings, Master Taiyue!"

The Luo Tian Sect cultivators offered their respects with utmost politeness.

Familiar with him from before, Ling Fengzi extended his greetings as well.

Cang Long properly introduced herself, taking the title of Luo Tian Sect Elder.

Master Taiyue finally snapped out of his daze from the White Tiger Puppet's impact, responding to the salutes from Luo Tian Sect's junior cultivators and reciprocating politely, which prompted him to ponder once more.

"Folks recognize Brother Luo's prestige in the Alchemy Sect and his feats against demons, but they overlook his incredible talent for leading a Sect."

His praise flowed sincerely from within.

Luo Tian Sect was merely an ordinary group formed three centuries back, without deep roots or legacy.

Yet today, a simple meeting reveals three Nascent Soul True Masters, a Body Refinement powerhouse, and a Fourth-Order Ghost Emperor.

Ah, and don't overlook the compliant Savage Beast Mysterious Turtle plus the pair of freshly advanced Nascent Souls stationed at Upper Nether Ruined City!

This formidable array, even in the Eastern Wasteland's golden age, would rival elite Ascendant Sects such as the Five Elements Divine Sect and Tiandu Sect.

Even if recruits like Ling Fengzi count as outsiders rather than Sect-nurtured disciples, the promising late Golden Core youths—Gu Caiyi, Tian Xuan, and Ye Suifeng—demonstrate Luo Tian Sect's steady progress.

By comparison, his own decades of isolated training while ignoring Taishan Sect's affairs now appear woefully lacking.

To him, this difference stems not from disciple potential but from the chasm between himself and Luo Chen as leaders.

Truly, he falls short of Luo Chen's abilities!

He voiced his commendation, and Luo Chen replied with a subtle smile, accepting it without boast or denial.

His eyes simply lifted toward Yanfu Mountain.

Ghost Qi blanketed the skies over its flanks and peak, while fierce Yin winds raged.

Ghostly wails and wolfish howls echoed clearly from afar, even hundreds of miles distant.

This clash, pivotal to Luo Tian Sect's fate, echoes the Danxia defense and the showdown with Baili Qingchuan.

However, the foes arrayed here vastly outmatch past adversaries.

No trace of dread appeared in Luo Chen's gaze.

"Now that we've arrived, let's climb up and see for ourselves!"