Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster
Chapter 1675 - 616: Preaching at Sea, Refining Liu Jia

Chapter 1675: Chapter 616: Preaching at Sea, Refining Liu Jia

"The North Sea is teeming with demons. In my youth, I used to venture out with my elders to hunt them, but this is truly the grandest battle I’ve ever witnessed."

"Indeed, it’s almost unbelievable. So many demon beasts amassed within the Tao Hai Ruins—if not for the complex environment of the Liuyang Sea Area and the barriers formed by the Big Formation, these demon beasts storming into the human clan’s heartlands alone would bring incalculable disaster."

"And it’s strange—why are those beasts lying dormant within the Tao Hai Ruins? They burst forth from Beiji Yemo Tian yet remain fixed there, refusing to leave."

"I don’t know their intent, but Friend Li’s technique of Sword Light Division at that critical moment—utterly magnificent!"

On the deck of the Flying Boat, more than ten Foundation Establishment Cultivators gathered in small groups.

While sipping tea and wine and enjoying the passing scenery, they reminisced about the battle at the First Defense Line in the Liuyang Sea Domain.

The atmosphere was leisurely and carefree, utterly unlike the tension of survivors who had recently faced life and death.

Yet, it was clear from subtle signs on their ostensibly relaxed faces that the blood and fire of combat had left them a shade more mature.

Though their words seemed full of mutual flattery, their true intention was to share battle insights and address weaknesses.

Among them, a youthful Wang An received high praise, yet he responded with a forced smile.

"You all only saw the grandeur of my Qishan Technique suppressing three Second Order Demon Beasts, but you don’t know the toll it took—my Spirit Power was nearly depleted entirely. Had my senior brother not protected me, I would have been helpless before the demons at that point."

Others were astonished. "Does Qishan Technique consume Spirit Power to such an extent?"

Wang An said with frustration, "I never noticed during practice. The Qishan Technique is one of Langya Mountain’s most renowned Third Order Techniques for suppression—it’s extraordinary in its might. I’ve trained in it for years, keeping it as my trump card. But during the fight, its shortcomings became apparent."

The same technique, when wielded by different individuals, naturally produces varying results.

Likewise, techniques practiced under varying circumstances manifest differently during their execution.

In his usual training, Wang An stopped short before overexerting himself, ensuring it wouldn’t interfere with his cultivation.

But during battle, the overwhelming numbers of demon beasts compelled him to unleash excessive Spirit Power to alleviate his senior brother’s burden.

By the time he realized this, it was too late. His Spirit Power poured forth like a tidal wave, beyond his control.

Before the crowd, Wang An demonstrated the Qishan Technique on the spot.

Above the deck, a spiritual phantom of a towering mountain materialized.

Its suppressive force was evident, but it was far from capable of simultaneously overwhelming three demon beasts of the same Order.

With a distressed expression, Wang An stated, "This is the Qishan Technique under normal conditions. If I were to replicate the battlefield scenario, it would result in irreversible Spirit Power depletion, leaving me defenseless. If this issue isn’t resolved, I dare not rely on this technique again as my ultimate measure."

The others, though unfamiliar with the doctrine of cultivating the Qishan Technique, offered conjectures and suggestions from their own expertise to aid Wang An.

Through this battle, their camaraderie deepened—they were comrades now, after all.

In the future, when each ascended to govern their respective domains, these connections might evolve into invaluable external support.

Yet it was clear that the well-meaning insights of others were akin to scratching an itch through boots, unable to address Wang An’s immediate predicament.

If only an elder proficient in the Qishan Technique were present—then they could illuminate the path for him.

But at present, Langya Mountain had already joined the Canghai Alliance and was deeply entrenched in the righteous-versus-demonic war. Where could a Golden Core elder spare time to resolve Wang An’s doubts?

Just as Wang An was about to dismiss the topic and steer the conversation elsewhere, a cold and decisive voice sounded from the entrance of the largest hall aboard the Flying Boat.

"Your method is wrong."

Startled, Wang An instinctively turned toward the speaker.

The others did the same, their gazes shifting to the Red-Robed Daoist.

It was Demon King Qingyang!

Under the crowd’s watchful eyes, Luo Chen approached step by step.

Glancing briefly at Wang An, he spoke slowly.

"Though I lack knowledge about your technique’s specific cultivation methods, its essence is clearly rooted in the principle of counterbalancing strength with finesse—to utilize your Qi Power sparingly while exerting several times your capacity in suppressive force. Isn’t that right?"

Wang An was flabbergasted. "Senior, that’s indeed correct."

"Then your method is unequivocally mistaken," Luo Chen replied with a confident smile. "Your Spirit Power output is overly forceful—lacking finesse and the intent to circle around. A technique of counterbalancing strength requires a softer touch, a method of overcoming rigidity with suppleness. Why don’t you try channeling your Spirit Power from the Sea of Qi through your meridians in a few cycles, then expelling it via your Spiritual Secrets?"

Wang An hesitated—wouldn’t this lead to excessive Spirit Power clogging his meridians and damaging them?

Moreover, doing so would undoubtedly slow down his execution of the technique significantly!

Yet, under the expectant gaze of the others and Luo Chen’s encouraging expression, he tentatively reactivated his Spiritual Secrets, circulating the Spirit Power from his Sea of Qi.

The process was indeed slower—nearly twice as slow—but he meticulously followed Luo Chen’s instructions.

When the technique took form—

Boom!

Suddenly, an overpowering gravitational force emanated from above, pressing down on the Flying Boat, slowing its rapid flight.

"This!"

Wang An’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

His senior brother from Langya Mountain instinctively exclaimed, "That’s it! On the battlefield, junior brother—that instance of the Qishan Technique you executed—its might was nearly identical to this!"