Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 199 - 190: Tremor

Chapter 199: Chapter 190: Tremor

"Hmph!"

Seeing the disciples from Sword Sect dare not approach, Mo Wangchen let out a cold snort, utterly ignoring them as he walked straight to Fang Ruyuan’s corpse. After rifling through it for a moment, he found the Primordial Spirit Dao Embryo.

Then, under the gaze of the watching crowd, Mo Wangchen took another step and walked towards the wooden hut.

The Primordial Spirit Dao Embryo had already been put away, and the power of Primordial Spirit that previously filled the air had now vanished without a trace.

However, Mo Wangchen could feel that inside the wooden hut, there seemed to be something that made him wary.

He arrived at the door of the hut, pushed it gently, and walked inside.

The furnishings inside the hut were simple: a bed, a table, and several chairs.

His eyes swept across the room and finally stopped on the direction of the window, where a sword was placed, but it seemed that because of the long passage of time, rust spots were already visible on the scabbard.

He licked his lips and walked over to the long sword, unhesitatingly picking it up.

"Hmm?"

The moment the sword was in hand, Mo Wangchen frowned as he clearly felt that this sword seemed to be many times heavier than ordinary ones.

Clang!

He drew the blade from its scabbard, and to Mo Wangchen’s surprise, the blade within was perfectly preserved and extremely sharp. As it was unsheathed, it seemed to emit a faint luster, owing to being sealed for so long, which enshrouded the entire blade.

"A Holy Weapon?!"

Mo Wangchen’s eyes brightened. With the discernment of his previous life, he naturally saw that this sword was no ordinary blade but one that had reached the level of a Holy Rank weapon, a tier above Dao Artifacts.

"Come to think of it, I’ve never had a suitable weapon since I started cultivating. As this sword is a Holy Weapon, perhaps, it’s time to try practicing some swordsmanship..."

Saying this, he returned the sword to its scabbard, and then started to rub off the rust on it. Soon enough, Mo Wangchen saw the name engraved on the scabbard, Yuanhong!

"Yuanhong Sword, huh..."

"From now on, I am your master!"

Mo Wangchen gently caressed the blade, feeling it tremble slightly as if resonating.

Having stored the Yuanhong Sword in his storage ring, Mo Wangchen’s gaze once again swept over the entire room. After confirming there was nothing else, he walked out.

At this moment, outside the hut, Huang Ting and others were already waiting. Mo Wangchen smiled and looked around before raising his voice, "This must have been the residence of some venerable elder from the past. I’ve checked, and there’s nothing left."

But obviously, the others maintained a skeptical attitude towards his words. After all, Mo Wangchen was the first to enter, and even if there was something inside and he claimed there wasn’t, what could they say?

Who would dare contradict Mo Wangchen when he had just killed Fang Ruyuan, demonstrating a formidable strength that filled them with dread?

Whir!

Just as Mo Wangchen finished speaking, the entire ruins trembled slightly, and the next moment, an ethereal gate slowly emerged in midair.

From the ground, a series of steps extended upward—it was the exit of the ruins, signifying that this year’s exploration had come to an end!

"Hmm?"

"The exploration of the ruins usually lasts at least a dozen days before the exit appears. Why has it shown up in less than three days..."

"Could it be because the Primordial Spirit Dao Embryo has been taken away?"

Some people frowned, their faces showing distress. In these three days, they obviously hadn’t achieved much.

"Let’s go," said Mo Wangchen, not paying attention and turning to Huang Ting.

Huang Ting nodded; during this ruin expedition, they had gained the Dragon Python’s Spiritual Liquid, which was a decent harvest. Leaving now, there was nothing to regret.

Thereafter, Mo Wangchen and the people from the Xuannv Sect took the lead and ascended the staircase. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they stepped into the phantom gate.

The crowd exchanged glances and did not linger for too long; they too made their way towards the exit. They were very aware that outside the ruins, an even greater upheaval might unfold.

"Let’s go! Hurry and inform Senior Brother Sikong; we cannot let Mo Wangchen leave!"

A group of disciples from the Sword Sect, carrying Fang Ruyuan’s corpse, also hurried toward the direction of the exit.

Whirr!

The view briefly blurred for a moment, when Mo Wangchen looked again, he found himself and Huang Ting, along with others, already standing on the flat ground outside of the relic.

Looking around, in these three days, Qin Yue and the rest hadn’t left.

"Hmm?"

Not far from the exit, upon seeing Mo Wangchen standing among the disciples of the Xuannv Sect, Sikong Yi instantly knitted his brow, "Ruyuan didn’t make his move against him?"

In Sikong Yi’s eyes, it seemed impossible that Fang Ruyuan would miss the opportunity to slay Mo Wangchen.

Puzzled, yet he didn’t dwell on it much, "Maybe they didn’t encounter each other? Could there have been some unexpected incident during this relic expedition that caused them to emerge so soon, within three days?"

Mo Wangchen exchanged a glance with Huang Ting, with neither speaking. They both headed towards the direction of their respective sects.

As Mo Wangchen approached, Qin Yue let out a sigh of relief; she had been afraid that Mo Wangchen would encounter trouble from the Sword Sect within the relic.

But now, seeing Mo Wangchen unharmed, she was put at ease.

"How did it go?"

Her eyes were somewhat eager as she asked, naturally referring to the matter of the Primordial Spirit Dao Embryo.

Mo Wangchen glanced sidelong, noticing Sikong Yi was not looking their way but instead focusing on the exit, as if waiting for the Sword Sect’s disciples to come out. He nodded, "The Primordial Spirit Dao Embryo is in my hands, but there’s some trouble. We better leave quickly."

"Trouble?" Qin Yue paused, then, following Mo Wangchen’s gaze toward Sikong Yi, she suddenly realized something, could it be...

Screech!

Summoning the Nine Heavens Phoenix, Qin Yue took Mo Wangchen atop the Phoenix’s back.

However, just then at the exit, a group of about a dozen Sword Sect disciples, carrying Fang Ruyuan’s corpse, had already walked out.

"Senior Brother Sikong, Senior Brother Fang was killed by Mo Wangchen, stop him quickly!"

"What?!"

Initially relieved to see Sword Sect disciples emerging, Sikong Yi’s expression suddenly changed when he caught sight of Fang Ruyuan being carried out.

Fang Ruyuan was killed by Mo Wangchen?!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, Sikong Yi’s aura exploded to its peak without a moment’s hesitation as he dashed toward the slowly ascending Phoenix, intent on intercepting Mo Wangchen.

Fang Ruyuan was no ordinary Sword Sect disciple; he was the grandson of the Great Elder Fang Tianzhou. Having accompanied him, Sikong Yi bore a certain responsibility for his death.

Without a second thought, Sikong Yi’s immediate response was to stop Mo Wangchen.

"Halt!"

With the speed of the Primordial Spirit Realm first layer, incredibly swift, in an instant Sikong Yi drew near behind the Phoenix, his cold voice reaching Mo Wangchen’s ears, causing a change in his expression.

"Hmph!"

But at that moment, Qin Yue leapt from the Phoenix’s back, her aura also reaching its peak. She met the rapidly approaching Sikong Yi and pressed out a palm from midair.

Boom!

The terrifying force of the hand, causing heaven and earth to darken slightly at that moment, a full-strength strike from a Primordial Spirit Realm expert distorted the surrounding space.

Sikong Yi’s expression changed, drawing his longsword from his waist, its edge cleaved down, splitting the overwhelming hand force rushing toward him.

For a moment, turbulent waves filled the sky. When Sikong Yi came to his senses, Mo Wangchen and Qin Yue had already flown far away on the Nine Heavens Phoenix.

His gaze turned icy, an astonishing killing intent erupting from him. After taking a deep breath, Sikong Yi’s spiritual power churned, resonating loudly in all directions.

"Mo Wangchen, don’t think the Pill Sect can protect you. Just wait, this matter, our Sword Sect will certainly not let it go!"

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