Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 295 - 286: Are You Mo...

Chapter 295: Chapter 286: Are You Mo...

At the same time, the Zhou Family’s young man had already arrived in front of the war chariot.

His face bore a cold sneer as he raised his hand across the void. Instantly, light flourished and transformed into a huge battle blade, as if it would cleave the entire war chariot in half.

Buzz!

Suddenly, just as the battle blade was about to strike the war chariot, the space around it wavered slightly.

Crack!

In an instant, the battle blade was crushed open by some invisible force and turned into nothingness, dispersing into the air.

"Who?!"

The Zhou Family’s young man’s expression changed drastically as he looked around. The person who could easily neutralize his attack must have a cultivation that had reached at least the Primordial Spirit Realm.

"People of the Zhou Family, are you all as arrogant as yourself?" A faint voice came, and Mo Wangchen, with Yaoyao by his side, walked out of the crowd.

The young man frowned, a flash of cold light in his eyes, "Who are you to insult my Zhou Family so boldly?"

Mo Wangchen remained silent, his gaze fixed on the other party. In his silence, he slightly lifted his hand, pointing at the Zhou Family’s young man.

Buzz!

Invisibly, a terrifying force immobilized the Zhou Family’s young man on the spot, preventing him from moving. The pressure of Mo Wangchen’s Creation Realm overwhelmed him like a mountain bearing down on the young man.

"Even Zhou Changsheng, that old dog’s spiritual body, was slain by me, much less just insulting your Zhou Family?"

Mo Wangchen gave a cold smile, killing intent appearing in his eyes.

"You... you are Mo..."

The Zhou Family’s young man’s face changed dramatically, growing paler. Zhou Changsheng was none other than the name of their elderly ancestor.

Initially, when the Saint Heir Mo Wangchen had slain the spiritual body of the elder outside the Yaochi Immortal Palace, it caused a tremendous shock.

However, before the young man could finish speaking, the hand that Mo Wangchen had raised in mid-air lightly clenched.

Boom!

In the next moment, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Zhou Family’s young man’s body exploded, dying on the spot!

Hiss!

Around, a sound of sharp intakes of breath resonated. The faces of the crowd bore a mix of shock and fear. A disciple of the prestigious Zhou Family, a strong figure of the Primordial Spirit Realm, was slain publicly!

Mo Wangchen’s expression remained cold. The people from the Zhou Family should not expect any mercy from him, remembering how Zhou Changsheng had shattered his Spirit Sea.

His gaze shifted to the war chariot, seemingly seeing the person sitting inside it. After glancing briefly, Mo Wangchen withdrew his gaze and turned to Yaoyao beside him. "Let’s go."

"Okay!" Yaoyao nodded. Having seen Mo Wangchen kill before, she seemed unsurprised. Hand in arm with Mo Wangchen, they walked past the astounded crowd.

Inside the war chariot, a woman sat. One hand was exposed outside her robe while the other sleeve appeared empty, clearly an amputated arm.

This woman was none other than Jun Muqing.

At that moment, she clenched one hand into a fist, biting her red lips, her face full of unwillingness.

"He... has he returned?"

Eventually, Jun Muqing took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. A bitter smile appeared on her face, "We... indeed are no longer people of the same world..."

Mo Wangchen had now reached heights that Jun Muqing could never aspire to in this lifetime; although she had already stepped into the first layer of the Returning Ruins Realm, in Mo Wangchen’s eyes, she was akin to an ant, pitifully weak.

Mo Wangchen still remembered the time he had visited the Mo Family to call off the engagement; the look the young man had given him was filled with aloofness, as if he hadn’t put him in his eyes at all.

Back then, Mo Wangchen was merely a wastrel, a useless Young Master in Jun Muqing’s eyes, not worth mentioning.

But now, looking back, that young man’s aloofness was not just a joke, but rather it was because he had absolute confidence, and the resources, to look down on her; her so-called pride had always been trivial in the eyes of the young man.

...

Mo Wangchen left with Yaoyao and did not go to Yun Chu Academy.

Previously, from Elder Ling, he had already learned a lot about Mo Pavilion.

The current Pavilion Master was Xu Chan, who was now at the eighth layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Mo Pavilion had long since become the most powerful force within Yun Chu Academy; everyone in Mo Pavilion revered Mo Wangchen to the utmost. He was once a legend of Yun Chu Academy and now, even more so, a legend of the entire Beiming Land.

He took Yaoyao back to the Mo Family.

In the following days, they spent most of their time within the Mo Family.

During this period, Mo Wangchen had Lin Mengyao come frequently to accompany Yaoyao; his aim was to let Yaoyao get accustomed to life at the Mo Family.

For soon, Mo Wangchen would be departing for the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range to search for traces of the Piaomiao Saint Venerable.

Although Yaoyao had formed a spiritual sea within her, she had not a hint of cultivation; staying by his side was far too dangerous.

With Lin Mengyao, a powerful figure at the Saint Venerable Realm, stationed in the Mo Family, he could rest much easier.

...

A month later,

When Mo Wangchen confirmed that Yaoyao had completely adapted to the life at the Mo Family, he bid farewell to his parents and left the Mo Family.

This time when he left, Mo Wangchen did not take the Nine Heavens Phoenix; he left the Phoenix at the Mo Family as a keepsake for Yaoyao.

Traveling in the heavens, with Mo Wangchen’s current speed, it would take just two days to traverse the entire Ten Directions Domain.

Two days later, he arrived at the Pill Sect.

Without alerting anyone, Mo Wangchen silently went to Qiandan Hall, where now, Pill King Lin Xuantian was refining alchemy, sitting cross-legged in front of the Pill Furnace, letting the Alchemy Fire within the furnace refine.

Suddenly, he awakened from his closed eyes, his gaze shifting towards the entrance of Qiandan Hall.

There, a young man in white approached, his figure elongated by the setting sun.

As the young man walked closer, Lin Xuantian recognized him—it was Mo Wangchen.

"You’ve returned..."

With a faint phrase, devoid of much emotion, Mo Wangchen could see, upon seeing him, Lin Xuantian seemed much more relaxed and at ease.

He knew that Lin Xuantian truly cared for him; Mo Wangchen had left the Pill Sect for over a year, and Lin Xuantian had heard of the feats Mo Wangchen had achieved in Beiming during this time.

Although Mo Wangchen was now a Saint of the Piaomiao Palace, he was also the Saint Heir of the Pill Sect, the pride of the entire Piaomiao Palace.

"I found Senior Sister Qin Yue, but... I couldn’t bring her back." Mo Wangchen looked at Lin Xuantian, silent for a moment before he spoke.

"This isn’t your fault." Lin Xuantian shook his head, already aware that Qin Yue had become the Saintess of the Yaochi Immortal Palace.

"And it isn’t her fault either; this is the path she chose for herself. Even if it means cutting off her past, in my eyes, she is still my disciple, and she is still the Saintess of our Pill Sect."