Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 237: Guaranteed Blast Furnace

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Guaranteed Blast Furnace

Lifting a heavy weight as if it were light, composed and unhurried—such a poised demeanor characteristic of an Alchemy King, Chu Feng had it all. It was truly inconceivable.

Compared with everyone else, Elder Shoumei was by far the most composed.

He was very clear about the abilities of his own disciple. To concoct a Second Grade Flame Vein Pill was child’s play for him.

"Master, Elder Yang, I have successfully concocted the Flame Vein Pill!" Chu Feng walked out of the Alchemy Room laughing, holding the freshly made pill that was still emitting heat.

"How, how did he succeed so quickly?"

Elder Yang incredulously snatched it to examine. As a result, he found that Chu Feng not only succeeded in a very short time but also produced an elixir of exceptional quality.

Shangguan Bei, who was still frantically concocting inside the Alchemy Room, heard the exclamations from outside and someone mentioned that Chu Feng had already succeeded.

His focus was inevitably disturbed, leading to a lapse in his fire control.

Bang!

A loud blast—his furnace exploded on the spot.

His face smeared with soot, he dashed out of the Alchemy Room in a very sorry state.

"Shangguan Bei, you’ve already lost," Chu Feng said lightly with a smile. At this moment, Chu Feng stood like a sovereign while Shangguan Bei was like a defeated general.

"Master, has he really already concocted the Flame Vein Pill?" asked Shangguan Bei, his voice trembling.

Elder Yang didn’t speak, but just nodded with a dark expression on his face.

Having been defeated by Chu Feng in public, Shangguan Bei, as his teacher, also lost face.

"I lost, I have lost..." Shangguan Bei’s lips trembled, and in comparison to his previous air of arrogance, now he could only be described as miserable.

Not only had he been cut by Yang Huai with a sword, leaving him quite heavily injured, but the exploding furnace made things worse.

The fact that he was able to stand firm at all was commendable.

"You’ve lost, now hand over the fifty thousand silver taels," Chu Feng urged unceremoniously to settle the bet.

With the bet in place and two Respected Elders as witnesses, Chu Feng had no fear that Shangguan Bei would renege on the deal.

"I’ll pay!"

Shangguan Bei nearly gnashed his teeth as he squeezed out the words. With his family’s strength, coming up with fifty thousand silver taels was not difficult. However, he did not have that much on hand, so he borrowed some from his fellow disciples on the spot.

Having gathered the fifty thousand taels, he handed them over to Chu Feng.

"Ha, no wonder so many people love gambling; this rate of making money is even faster than stealing!"

"Shangguan Bei, next time I’m short on silver, remember to contribute a bit more!"

Chu Feng gleefully accepted the fifty thousand silver taels. Now he had half the money he needed to concoct the Talismanic Elixir. He needed to find a way to make another quick fortune.

In Chu Feng’s eyes, Elder Yang and his disciples had become nothing but big fat pigs.

"Pfft—!"

Already furious, Shangguan Bei spurted out a mouthful of blood when he heard this, his body sway, he nearly fainted.

"Chu Feng, don’t get cocky. You won this round in Alchemy Dao, but when it comes to the Sword Dao, you’re not even fit to carry my shoes. Power is the ultimate measure, and no matter how good your alchemy skills are, without strength, you’ll always be nothing but a weakling!" Shangguan Bei bellowed, teeth clenched and eyes bloodshot.

"Who says being good at alchemy is useless? A single Second-grade Talisman Pill could take you out in a second," retorted Chu Feng disdainfully, with a look of pity, as if he was staring at a country bumpkin, at Shangguan Bei.

"Oh, you can concoct Talisman Pills too? Beating my junior brother was your luck, because you haven’t faced me," said a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar, emerging from behind Elder Yang.

This man, clad in a silver Deacon Robe, was not weak in cultivation. Judging by his tone, his alchemy skills were probably just as impressive.

Moreover, after the arrival of this middle-aged scholar, the expressions of both Elder Yang and others like Bao Liya seemed to signal their tacit approval.

It’s certain that this person must be the strongest in alchemy under Elder Yang’s tutelage.

"Who are you?" Chu Feng’s gaze fixed on the middle-aged scholar, tinged with a trace of the unique insolence of youth, and even more so with an expression that belittled the other.

He did it on purpose. Another fat pig had jumped out to be slaughtered, and Chu Feng naturally would not let it pass.

"Wen Changfeng!" The middle-aged scholar had a smug expression, appearing immensely arrogant and conceited.

Chu Feng, with a blank face, said disdainfully, "Never heard of you! What’s your intention standing out? Want to compete with me in Alchemy Dao?" Chu Feng’s expression was truly arrogant to the extreme.

Looking at the other as if looking at trash.

The middle-aged scholar’s alchemy competence was definitely among the best in Ten Thousand Sword Sect. He was the strongest in alchemy among Elder Yang’s disciples.

The vast majority in Ten Thousand Sword Sect had heard of his renown.

At this moment, being treated by Chu Feng as anonymous trash, Wen Changfeng was not angry but instead revealed a sinister smile tinged with bloodthirst.

He was sure that Chu Feng, this arrogant newcomer, had definitely not heard of his great name. That’s why he was so contemptuous.

This was a good opportunity for him to make a comeback.

"Chu Feng, do you dare to compete with me in the crafting of Talisman Elixirs?" Wen Changfeng’s voice carried a scheming tone.

"Why not dare! I agree!" Chu Feng couldn’t be bothered to ask further and directly accepted. He was the epitome of the foolhardy youth.

This made Qin Ke’er and the others extremely anxious.

Junior brother Chu won against Shangguan Bei because Shangguan Bei’s alchemy skills weren’t that good. But this Wen Changfeng was extremely formidable.

And the competition was about Talisman Elixir crafting, Qin Ke’er believed that Chu Feng would undoubtedly be defeated.

She had no time to warn him, as Chu Feng had already agreed.

"Sigh, this junior brother has become too complacent. This time, I’m afraid he’s going to suffer a great loss," Qin Ke’er fretted, while Han Xiaoying looked forward with an expectant expression.

She had always been curious about where the Fiend Extinguishing Pill that Chu Feng gave her had come from.

The astute Han Xiaoying had actually suspected that Chu Feng was probably the mysterious Pill Master they encountered at the auction that day.

Seeing Chu Feng agree to the competition, Wen Changfeng smiled even more brilliantly and cunningly.

"Chu Feng, let’s compete in crafting the First-grade Fire Talisman Pill, shall we?"

"If we’re going to play, let’s make it thrilling. How about crafting the Flame Burst Pill?"

Wen Changfeng was a Talisman Elixir master who specialized in crafting Fire Talisman Pills.

The Flame Burst Pill, with its enormous power and insanely difficult crafting process, was such that even some veteran Pill Masters wouldn’t dare to attempt it.

Wen Changfeng bullied Chu Feng for being young, confident that even if Chu Feng’s Fire Control Ability was strong, it couldn’t possibly reach that precise level. Crafting the Flame Burst Pill required a frighteningly high degree of flame control.

"This... this..." Chu Feng pretended to be scared. In reality, it was a ploy of feigning weakness.

"What, weren’t you acting tough just now? Now you don’t dare to accept the challenge?"

"Trash!"

Wen Changfeng seemed to have anticipated that Chu Feng would back down, so he provoked Chu Feng with his words.

"Who are you calling trash? Let’s compete then. What’s the big deal about a Flame Burst Pill? I haven’t crafted it before, but I’m sure I can succeed!" Chu Feng actually fell for the other’s trap.

"The bet is still fifty thousand taels. Sign your name and stamp your seal!" After Wen Changfeng prepared the bet, he slapped it down in front of Chu Feng.

"Sign? I’ll sign. Who’s afraid of you!" Chu Feng immediately flushed red, neck arched, teeth clenched as he signed the bet.

Both of them, holding the materials for crafting the Flame Burst Pill, entered the Alchemy Room.

"Heh heh, this fool. I have the Nine Yang Strange Fire, which can influence the surrounding flames, making them all bow down. When the time comes, I guarantee your furnace will explode," Chu Feng chuckled coldly.