Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 647 - 638 Master Lingmu

Chapter 647: Chapter 638 Master Lingmu

"Reserved?"

Hearing the housekeeper’s words, the young man leading the group furrowed his brows slightly.

He turned to look at Mo Wangchen, squinting slightly, "Does this friend also need the four-leaf ginseng and wood ganoderma?"

Mo Wangchen looked at him without speaking.

The young man spoke again, "I wonder what this friend plans to do with the four-leaf ginseng and wood ganoderma. Could you let me have the herbs?"

"Sorry, these two herbs are of great use to me and I cannot give them up," Mo Wangchen shook his head.

"Hmph, the herbs haven’t fallen into your hands yet, which means the deal isn’t finalized. So, the herbs aren’t yours, and we have the right to compete."

One of the three elder men standing behind the young man stepped forward, speaking with a somewhat arrogant tone.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Mo Wangchen sneered internally, "How do you wish to compete?"

"Naturally, by the highest bid."

"Even so, there has to be an order of arrival, right? Since I came here first, you should wait in line," Mo Wangchen said.

"First come, first served is a rule for the weak. If you can’t afford the price, you better leave early." The young man spoke, the slight politeness on his face vanished as he looked at Mo Wangchen coolly.

"So, are you insinuating that I’m weak?" Mo Wangchen smirked coldly. He didn’t mind killing a few members of the Ancient Royal Family.

The young man in front of him was at most at the third level of the Emperor Realm. The three elderly men behind him were only at the fifth or sixth level.

They posed no threat to him at all!

"Gentlemen, please calm down..."

Sensing the tension in the air, the housekeeper quickly stepped forward to mediate, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Judging by the situation, neither party seemed amicable. The Northern Immortal Domain was in constant turmoil, and he, a mere housekeeper, did not dare to offend anyone lightly, "How about this, I’ll inform Master Lingmu and let him decide for both parties?"

Hearing this, the young man snorted and said nothing more, while Mo Wangchen remained seated without speaking.

The housekeeper turned and left, walking hurriedly. Now, this matter could only be handed over to Master Lingmu. With his status and position in the Northern Immortal Domain, perhaps he could disregard the identities of the people below?

"Ah, failed again..."

At this moment, in a room on the second floor of the Spiritual Pill Pavilion.

An elderly man with white hair sat cross-legged in front of a pill furnace, his hair unkempt, draping over his shoulders.

The old man was none other than Master Lingmu. Black smoke was wafting from the mouth of the furnace in front of him, indicating that something had malfunctioned during alchemy, leading to failure.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

"Who’s there?" Master Lingmu furrowed his brows, in a bad mood and annoyed. Who was the thoughtless person coming to bother him?

"Master Lingmu, it’s me..."

The housekeeper cautiously called from outside the door, hearing the displeasure in Master Lingmu’s tone.

His heart skipped a beat, suddenly remembering that Master Lingmu had mentioned he was going to refine some pills and had specifically instructed not to disturb him.

"Enter," Master Lingmu called out.

The housekeeper pushed the door open and instantly smelled the pungent scent of scorched herbs wafting through the air, causing cold sweat to break out on his back.

This must have been a failed pill refinement attempt by Master Lingmu, undoubtedly his mood would be the worst now, and coming to disturb would inevitably warrant a reprimand.

"What is it? Didn’t I specifically instruct not to disturb while I’m refining pills?"

Master Lingmu furrowed his brows and glared directly at the other, his face stern yet authoritative, with a hint of alchemist pride between his brows.

"Master Lingmu, it’s like this..."

The housekeeper braced himself and recounted the matter from start to finish.

"Well, Chen Kang, if there’s something you can’t handle, you just throw it at me. I guess you don’t want to keep your position as housekeeper, huh?"

After listening to the housekeeper, Master Lingmu berated him harshly.

The housekeeper trembled, nearly kneeling, "I’m innocent, Master Lingmu! The guests downstairs seem to carry some weight. How could I afford to offend them?"

"What kind of background?"

Master Lingmu glanced at the housekeeper, his mood slightly calming, and asked, "Are you saying both parties want the four-leaf ginseng and wood ganoderma?"

"Yes, the four-leaf ginseng and wood ganoderma. Our Spiritual Pill Pavilion has only one set. I naturally can’t decide to sell it to either side, lest I offend the other. I’m just a small housekeeper..."

Seeing Master Lingmu’s anger diminish, the housekeeper discreetly wiped away his cold sweat and continued, "One party seems to be from the Ancient Royal Family..."

"The Ancient Royal Family?"

Hearing this, Master Lingmu frowned. No wonder they wanted him to handle it; the Ancient Royal Family was indeed troublesome.

"I’ll go meet them."

Saying this, Master Lingmu stood up. Although the Ancient Royal Family was formidable, he had his resources. As a Holy Rank alchemist and an elder of the Pill Dissolution Sect, how could a mere Ancient Royal Family act against him?

"Sir seems unfamiliar. I wonder which Sacred Land you are a disciple of?"

At this time, on the first floor of the Spiritual Pill Pavilion, an old man stood out from behind the young man, staring at Mo Wangchen and questioning.

In his view, since Mo Wangchen wasn’t from the Ancient Royal Family and dared to openly clash with them, he must be a disciple of a Sacred Land. Otherwise, the ordinary factions would not be so bold. Seeing people from the Ancient Royal Family, they would hide if they could.

"Unfamiliar?"

Mo Wangchen was taken aback. Only they would say such a thing.

Nowadays, he was an enemy of the world. Who knows how many people wanted to kill him. It wouldn’t be long before those forces spread his portrait around, and everyone in the world would recognize him.

"Your visit truly honors our Spiritual Pill Pavilion."

At this moment, in the distance, under the housekeeper’s guidance, Master Lingmu finally arrived. As he spoke, he examined Mo Wangchen and the few from the Ancient Royal Family.

"Everyone, this is Master Lingmu," the housekeeper informed Mo Wangchen and the young men, then tactfully withdrew from the scene.

"I’ve long heard of Master Lingmu’s reputation. Meeting you today, you truly live up to it," the young man spoke politely to Master Lingmu.

After all, the other was a Holy Rank alchemist, holding a prestigious position in the entire Northern Immortal Domain.

"We, the Devouring Sky Tiger Clan, wish to purchase the four-leaf ginseng and wood ganoderma. Please name your price, Master," the young man said directly after their brief exchange of courtesies.

"Are you ignoring me?"

Mo Wangchen stood from where he sat, glancing at him indifferently. He sneered and noticed on Master Lingmu’s chest a garment embroidered with a unique insignia, signifying the Pill Dissolution Sect.