Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao c1-1294

by Flying Alone 孤单地飞

  Interesting, interesting, so following this line of thought, alchemy doesn’t end at the Heaven Tier?

  Ling Han revealed a smile. He was enthralled by alchemy in his previous life and this life he focused on martial arts, but that didn’t mean he no longer had interest in alchemy. He had already gone to the extremes in alchemy and could no longer advance any further.

  But in reality, alchemy was the same as martial arts—god tier was not the end; perhaps it was close, but definitely not the end.

  He could explore alchemy again. This made Ling Han very happy, an excitement which he hadn’t felt in a long time.

  Whatever, first he’d practice that fist technique; there wasn’t much time.

  Inside the space of the Black Tower, he could use his abilities fully, grasping the slightest changes. This was clearly extremely helpful in practicing techniques.

  However, he wasn’t in too much of a rush, either.

  Wanting to enter the top hundred in the exam, it wasn’t that the more people he defeated, the better—it was enough to defeat those who had enough gains… If you beat ten thousand people, you can only gain ten thousand tokens, but if you beat one person who has defeated ten thousand opponents, then you can reap ten thousand and one tokens.

  So, Winter Moon Sect’s disciples actually weren’t at all disadvantaged joining the exam on the third day.

  Ling Han cultivated for an entire day, and after grasping the basics of the War Elephant Fist, he left the Black Tower. Now, it was time for him to fully display his capabilities. However, he disguised himself again because Qi Yong Ye and the others should’ve seen through the earlier identity; knowing his identity actually wasn’t such a good thing for them.

  He shuttled through the mountains, gaining quite a lot. At nighttime, he raised a bonfire, grilling Nine-Eyed Beast Wolf’s meat.

  “Mm, smells good!”

  “Really does smell good!”

  A bunch of people rushed out from the forest; there were at least two hundred people

  “Yo, brother Zhao, it’s a guy all on his own!”

  These people looked at Ling Han as if Ling Han was a course on their table.

  Chapter 333

  Chapter 333: The War Elephant Fist

  Translator: Reverie_ Editor: Kurisu

  Before the exam started, many wealthy individuals were acquiring tokens and underlings all around. Ling Han had also been “harassed”. While most people were all right after being rejected, they simply continued to search for the next person, since there were so many people here anyways.

  However, there were always those who thought that the world should circle around them. After being rejected, they’d show a scowl, or even threaten to kill and whatnot. This youngster was one of those people; his name was Zhao Ri.

  However, Ling Han disguised multiple times, so Zhao Ri naturally couldn’t recognize Ling Han. Zhao Ri sniffed hard with his nose and set his eyes on the meat Ling Han was grilling, revealing a hungry look.

  “Brother Zhao, this seems to be extremely high quality beast meat!” an underling said to Zhao Ri.

  “Go get it for me,” Zhao RI said. High level beast meat was greatly tonic, and for martial artists, it wasn’t inferior to medicinal pills.

  One underling immediately came over and yelled at Ling Han, “Damn brat, hand over the token, and you can get lost!”

  Ling Han frowned and said, “If you don’t want to die, get lost!”

  “Haha, can’t you see we have so many people?” The underling laughed grimly. Their collective strength was certainly not weak. They not only could overwhelm foes with numbers, but also had several late stage Gushing Spring Tier experts. Running rampant on their path gave them a burst of confidence.

  “Hurry, this young master is hungry!” Zhao Ri urged from behind.

  “Hmph, you’re going to regret refusing me.” The underling immediately threw a kick at Ling Han with vicious force; this was not just kicking Ling Han aside—it would kick his brains out.

  This exam didn’t forbid them from killing, which seemed to have released many people’s viciousness.

  Ling Han’s gaze turned cold. Slashing by with a finger, a chilling Sword Qi came out of thin air, and pu , fresh blood spattered—that person’s leg was severed, flying in an arc and landing on the ground in front of Zhao Ri with a splat.

  “Ah!” At this moment the underling realized what had happened. After being startled, he screamed tragically as tears and snot muddled his face. Forgetting to bind up the wound, the bleeding alone might kill.

  “Impudence!”

  “How dare you!”

  “Courting death!”

  A hundred people shouted angrily all together. Was there still order if a person on his own dared to act violently in front of them?

  “Seems like you have some skill.” Zhao Ri laughed coldly. “Brother Zhang, Brother Li, and Brother Ma, which one of you is willing to take down this brat?” he said to three youngsters with unordinary bearings.

  These three people were all in the ninth layer of the Gushing Spring Tier, and the haughtiness on their faces was soaring through the sky.

  In reality, descendants of large families aside, reaching the ninth layer of the Gushing Spring Tier’s under thirty in the north region was certainly very impressive, and could be called the finest. After all, there were only so many prodigies that crossed into the Spiritual Ocean Tier because of a fortuitous encounter, either eating a heavenly spirit fruit or taking a spirit pill passed down from ancient times.

  The youngster surnamed Zhang took large strides over with a smile and said, “Leave a nobody like this to me, it’ll save Brother Li and Brother Ma from dirtying your hands.”

  The other two laughed reservedly. The three’s strength was more or less the same, so they were all unconvinced about each other. Each one wanted to earn the first place, so they would take turns to display their abilities when encountering situations like this.

  “Brat, no need to tell me your name, and no need to tell me who’s your backer. I don’t care. Meeting me here is your greatest misfortune, so just blame your bad fate!” the youngster surnamed Zhang said arrogantly, throwing a punch towards Ling Han.

  In order to display his abilities in front of Li and Ma, this punch was unleashed with all his might to kill Ling Han in a clean sweep… whoever could take care of their opponent the fastest would obviously be stronger.

  Ling Han shook his head. Did these youngsters truly think they were the kings of the world, doing whatever they wanted? He snorted and threw a punch as well. War Elephant Fist activated, weng , vein-like lines unfolded, and from inside came a light-silver dragon elephant that emitted a great presence, trampling towards the youngster surnamed Zhang.

  Pu! Pu!

  Everyone spurted out at the same time—martial intent, that was martial intent! Martial intent manifested meant… the Spiritual Ocean Tier!

  Sh!t!

  Everyone’s eyes suddenly popped out. Who would’ve thought an unprepossessing, eighteen- to nineteen-year-old youngster was actually a Spiritual Ocean Tier expert? Now they were done for, having kicked an iron plate.

  Peng!

  The dragon elephant ran over and the youngster surnamed Zhang was no more, trampled into a pile of mud.

  Ling Han was amazed as it was his first time using the War Elephant Fist—he hadn’t known of its power. The result was… it crushed an opponent in the ninth layer of the Gushing Spring Tier into crumbs. Moreover, he only cultivated this fist technique for a day, and didn’t truly grasp its essence.

  A true War Elephant Fist fired out should be golden, and not light-silver.

  However, cultivating it for a day’s time to this degree was not bad, either.

  Ling Han laughed. He wasn’t overly critical of himself; he was a genius, but not a nature-defying genius—it was just that his luck was relatively better.

  “S-s-sir!” Zhao Ri said whilst trembling. The Spiritual Ocean Tier warriors absolutely crushed the
Gushing Spring Tier ones—even if they had had a hundred people here, it would not at all have been enough, not to mention there were only a dozen of them in the Gushing Spring Tier.

  “Still want to eat meat?” Ling Han laughed gently, but seeing him crush the youngster surnamed Zhang into meat paste with a single punch, who would still feel Ling Han gentle and amiable?

  The masses shook their heads all together, moving very orderly.

  Ling Han nodded, and said, “Hand over your tokens, everyone can get lost except for Zhao Ri.”

  Everyone was as if they’d been granted amnesty, they hurriedly took out their tokens, placed them on the ground, and turned on their heels. If they lost the token, they could still rob more, but if their lives were gone, where would they find that?

  Zhao Ri clenched his teeth, suddenly breaking into a run; he didn’t want to wait helplessly for death.

  As he turned around and stepped down with his right leg, he stepped on nothing as his entire person instantly fell towards the ground. It wasn’t that a hole suddenly appeared on the ground or whatnot, but because his right leg had already been severed by Sword Qi, so he naturally stepped on nothing.

  “Ah…” He instantly shouted tragically, struggling to prop his body up. As he sought help from his underlings, none looked twice, simply walking away rapidly with their heads down and making him instantly feel an intense chill.

  “Don’t kill me, I’m a clansman of the Zhao Family. My father is Zhao Ri Cheng, a formidable Spiritual Pedestal Tier cultivator, and if he knew you killed me, he would definitely find you and kill you!” Zhao Ri could only turn his head to threaten Ling Han.

  Ling Han smiled faintly and said, “Alright, I’ve remembered.” He waved his hand and pu , Zhao Ri’s head was cut off and spun a few circles on the ground, his eyes still filled with regret.

  “My sword intent is too strong now. Clearly, when I throw a punch or a palm, it turns into Sword Qi. This way even if I use War Elephant Fist, people would still guess that I actually use a sword. Hmm, I need to adjust a bit,” he muttered to himself. As for trash like Zhao Ri, he wouldn’t care even if he killed ten thousand like him. He didn’t know how many arrogant second-generations like this he killed in his previous life.

  Chapter 334

  Chapter 334: Delivering Tokens

  Translator: Reverie_ Editor: Kurisu

  Ling Han walked through the mountains, walking along a narrow mountain path towards the Fallen Goose Valley. On the way, he encountered many battles, but he obviously quelled them easily with his strength.

  If his opponent showed killing intent, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them, but if the other party simply wanted to rob, then he would give them a way out. After all, contending over tokens was the rule of the game, and not personal grievance.

  Battle after battle, Ling Han finally suppressed his Sword Qi, forming Fist Qi once again.

  Comprehension of a rule led to comprehension of all rules—the world martial arts was originally from one source.

  Ling Han comprehended by analogy, thinking, ‘I encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation of Sword Qi: from the fifth flash, it has been no longer smooth. In reality, the fifth one appeared because father was captured and I broke through the shackles under fury. The sixth one was formed through a discussion of sword path with Teacher Mo that led to enlightenment. The seventh one was also due to an explosion of emotions.

  But, I can’t always be accompanied by such overwhelming emotions, and I don’t want to improve my sword intent through great sorrow since I can’t always be so lucky that the people by my side are only ever injured and never die.

  Since I’ve encountered a bottleneck with cultivating Sword Qi, it wouldn’t hurt to try other arts and skills. Training the fist technique for such a short time, I can indistinctly feel some sort of resonance with the sword path. Perhaps improving War Elephant Fist to the highest tier can let me form the eighth flash of Sword Qi.’

  On the third day, Winter Moon Sect’s disciples officially joined the exam. Not many, only three hundred or so, but these people were all around twenty-five years old, and the weakest was in the Gushing Spring Tier. This was very shocking, disrupting the exam again.

  Ling Han never met a rival and the tokens he gained reached ten thousand, yet the opponents he defeated were but seven hundred or so. As expected, robbing the right people brought more profits.

  This already guaranteed his entry into the top hundred. Ling Han had no ambition to take the first place because there was no meaning in it as the top hundred all could enter the second round’s exam.

  The Fallen Goose Valley appeared. It was a natural death valley. Birds didn’t fly past because there was often fiendish Qi that surged upwards from the bottom that even Flower Blossom Tier warriors feared. It was said the Winter Moon Sect once dispatched three Spiritual Infant Tier cultivators to investigate, but only two came out and both died soon after.

  Ever since then, the Fallen Goose Valley became a restricted area that no one dared enter.

  Ling Han and other examinees naturally didn’t have to enter the Fallen Goose Valley, simply gathering at the outer perimeter of the valley. After people arrived, they delivered their tokens and registered their identities.

  “Brother, Brother, got a question, how many tokens did you get?” After Ling Han walked into the safety area, a youngster twenty or so years old approached.

  “Why should I tell you?” Ling Han replied with a question.

  “Hehe, the truth is, of the ones that are coming here now, those in the top hundred have a least nine hundred tokens, so if you have less, why not sell the tokens to me? If you’re way over that amount, why not share some with me,” the youngster said, grinning widely.

  Ling Han laughed and said, “Not interested.”

  “Hey, hey, hey, we can discuss the price, don’t go!” The youngster caught up, but Ling Han still ignored him, making him shake his head and going back to wait for those that came later.

  Ling Han walked towards the token delivery point. At least a dozen people struck up a conversation to buy tokens from him, but he still ignored them.

  When he reached the end, a tall platform was placed here, and those who returned had to walk up to deliver their tokens. Besides that, on the platform was stuck a large white paper, and on it were a hundred names, each name with a number behind it.

  Obviously, it showed those in the top hundred and their scores.

  Ling Han took a glance. As expected, the last place’s score was in the nine hundreds, but this person would definitely be eliminated because there was still half a day’s time before the exam was over; there were still large amounts of people that hadn’t returned, and there would definitely be many whose score broke through one thousand.

  He glanced but didn’t find the names of the Zhao Huan and the other youngsters of the Nine Nations of the Desolate North. Perhaps they could advance into top ten thousand, but getting into top hundred was too difficult—unless their luck was especially good and they met pushovers all the time.

  Even if they didn’t enter top ten thousand, they still got plenty Yellow Dragon Fruit, so this trip wasn’t for nothing.

  He only discovered one familiar person: Sword of Justice Bai Ming, who now ranked second with a score of 11008. This score might only rank forty or fifty—even lower—but as long as one had ten thousand tokens, one could enter top hundred. What meaning would it have to have more?

  ‘He’s a smart one.’ Ling Han nodded.

  He walked up to deliver his tokens. When he waved his right hand, a large amount of tokens was piled up on the table, stunning the person responsible for counting; who would’ve thought that an eighteen to nineteen year old youngster was actually so fierce.

  Ling Han intentionally disguised himself as a bit older, or else a seventeen-year-old face would be even more shocking.

  “Your score is 10086 pieces.” The people responsible for counting were four Gushing Spring Tier warriors, so their speed
was naturally fast. And on top of the platform sat a Spiritual Pedestal Tier practitioner, looking like he was resting with eyes closed and not caring, but with such an expert sitting there, who dared to mess around?

  “Name, age, birthplace, and cultivation,” a disciple asked, holding a book in his hands that had several names written on it.

  He was responsible for recording the top hundred people’s scores. Although the first round of exam wasn’t over, those who broke through the score of 10000 were guaranteed to enter top hundred, the only question being what their rank would ultimately be.

  Ling Han said, “Han Lin, nineteen years old, Fu Yun Mountain, the first layer of the Spiritual Ocean Tier.”

  Han Lin was Ling Han backwards. A nineteen-year-old Spiritual Ocean Tier cultivator was still surprising, but being “older” by two years was a lot better. Fu Yun Mountain was a small mountain in the north region that Ling Han had read about previously in a geographical record. He took it in passing, and because the vast lands experienced a great calamity in the past nine thousand years, many place names were changed; he couldn’t rashly throw out a place name from his previous lifetime.

  The four disciples were all surprised. Although the score of over 10000 tokens was impressive, it might’ve been partly luck, but being in the Spiritual Ocean Tier was certainly surprising; even the expert in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier who was resting couldn’t help but open his eyes to size up Ling Han, nodding his head. He said, “Youngster, not bad! Quite impressive!”

  Ling Han didn’t make himself look too old, because his life force was too vigorous. If he really disguised as a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old youth, old monsters at the Flower Blossom Tier would see through it with a single glance. If they associated him with one of the great thieves, then he would be in a pretty pickle.

  Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, “Thank you, Senior, for your complement.”