Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 242: Talismanic Elixir Success

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Talismanic Elixir Success

Thud~!

Elder Yang’s aged face swelled to a purplish-red, frustration stuck in his chest unable to vent, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His body wobbled, nearly falling to the ground.

If he had been defeated by Elder Shoumei, perhaps he would have only felt slightly ashamed.

But to be defeated by a junior, and without a shred of mercy, thoroughly humiliated in front of everyone—this grievance, he simply couldn’t swallow.

However, Chu Feng won fair and square, relying on his own ability, this stifled anger, even if he couldn’t swallow it, he had to swallow. Anger leading to frustration, blood stasis due to pent-up fury, the ultimate outcome was vomiting blood due to rage.

"Master, please take care of your health!" Several disciples hurriedly supported Elder Yang, who was swaying and about to fall.

Their eyes when looking at Chu Feng were also extremely angry, filled with killing intent.

Chu Feng, however, wasn’t afraid at all, brazenly reaching out his hand and saying "A bet is a bet, hand over the ten thousand silver taels!" Seeing Elder Yang’s face twisting in pain, somewhat hesitant, and indecisive—this was an attempt to welch on the debt.

Ten thousand taels, after all, is no small amount.

Even for a respected Elder, it still counts as a substantial sum of money.

Chu Feng immediately sneered loudly, "What’s the matter? It was clearly written on white paper with black ink, Elder Yang, a high-ranking figure of the Sect, wouldn’t be like some unscrupulous rascal from the market, shamelessly trying to wriggle out of debt, would he?"

At this very moment, the crowd of onlookers was truly as vast as the sea.

Three layers inside, three layers outside, all watching the Alchemy competition between the Sect’s Elder and Chu Feng, the disciple newly joined into the Sect.

This waste Chu Feng staging a comeback, successively defeating two disciples under Elder Yang, even Wen Changfeng admitted defeat to Chu Feng. The news spread early and caused a sensation within the Sect.

Unexpectedly, even Elder Yang himself, upon stepping in, was still defeated by Chu Feng.

Everyone wanted to witness Chu Feng’s peerless elegance.

Now, no one dares to mock Chu Feng as a waste anymore. Everyone’s view of Elder Shoumei is filled with utmost admiration.

To take Chu Feng as a disciple when everyone was laughing at him and no one believed in him, this foresight was a million times better than Elder Yang’s.

Elder Yang was publicly prodded into the fire by Chu Feng. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he simply asked Elder Yang, "Do you want money, or face?"

Faced with the judgment of the crowd’s gazes, unless Elder Yang no longer wanted to mix with the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, if he dared to go back on the debt with Chu Feng, he would definitely destroy his reputation and lose all his prestige.

Such grave consequences—Elder Yang simply could not afford to bear.

He had no choice but to hatefully say with an ashen face, "Is it just money? I have plenty of it!" After speaking, Elder Yang’s face looked pained, and his heart was bleeding while his wrinkled trembling hand took out several gold notes, and more than a dozen silver notes.

Finally gathering together the ten thousand silver taels, all were handed over to Chu Feng.

Handing over the silver notes, Elder Yang’s expression was truly brilliant. The muscles of his cheeks below his eyes twitched non-stop and his teeth made a grinding noise. Losing these ten thousand taels was like costing him his old life.

It was not at all as easy as he claimed it to be.

This was a typical case of wanting to save face but suffering for it.

Chu Feng, with the ten thousand full taels of silver in hand, grinned from ear to ear. As for Elder Yang’s icy, bone-chilling gaze, he completely ignored it.

This old guy had wanted to get rid of himself from early on and had attempted to assassinate him several times.

Each time, Chu Feng turned danger into safety, easily resolving it.

"The Supreme Treasure Sword emerging from the Sword Tomb this time, I must obtain it. Then at the end of the year, during the junior competition, I will take surprise action and take back the Nine Yang Sword Veins."

"With that, I can stand tall and unconcerned. Even an Elder can do nothing to me."

Chu Feng had long been scheming; Elder Yang was still too green to compete with him.

When it comes to making money, truly, no one can stop him.

Buying materials for alchemy, and to think it could bring such immense fortune. A total gain of 210,000 silver taels.

Not only is there enough money to craft all the Talismanic Elixirs, but also an extra 110,000 taels remain.

"Senior brother in the Jianyun Dynasty should have gained some power by now. With both my second sister and me becoming disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, we can help elevate his status. On top of that, Minister Wu of the Ministry of War means to use senior brother to pave the way for his own ascension to power."

Chu Feng believes that as long as senior brother is not too mediocre, he will definitely be able to seize such an excellent opportunity and rise to the occasion.

There’s also another powerful secret supporter worth mentioning.

Chu Feng secretly arranged for the Chu Family’s ancestors’ remains to be buried in that feng shui treasure spot. He secretly swapped out Minister Wu’s ancestors’ remains, pulling off a ’stealing the beam to replace the pillar’ trick.

The power of feng shui has always been mysterious and arcane.

Changing one’s destiny against the heavens is also a great possibility.

"I’m truly looking forward to it! When the senior brother becomes the Jianyun Emperor, that will be the day the Chu Family shines across the world!"

"My father died wronged, my mother was killed tragically, and my sword meridians were stolen. These deep-seated hatreds, each one is bloody. When the time comes, I will settle each and every one of them. Ten times, a hundred times over."

A hint of icy killing intent flashed in Chu Feng’s eyes.

...

Although this battle was only an Alchemy Dao competition, it was enough to make Chu Feng famous in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.

His fame had become so great that it was no less than that of a True Disciple.

The fellow senior brothers and sisters looked at Chu Feng with new respect, elevating him to an unprecedented height. Elder Yang left with a soot-covered face, leading his disciples away in resentment.

As he was leaving, Shangguan Bei pointed at Chu Feng and said hatefully, "Chu Feng, let’s wait and see! I may have lost to you in Alchemy Dao, but I’ll regain my place in Sword Dao."

"I am a Supreme Genius that the Ten Thousand Sword Sect rarely encounters in ten thousand years; killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

After Shangguan Bei threw down his harsh words, Bao Liya and others glared at Chu Feng with vicious and chilling gazes before departing.

Chu Feng merely sneered to himself, thinking that he’ll see who’ll be the one to slaughter whom when the time comes.

Elder Shoumei and others also left one after another.

Before leaving, Qin Ke’er mischievously brought her lips close to Chu Feng’s ear, nearly touching it as she whispered, "Junior Brother Chu, your fiancée is truly formidable! But don’t worry, your senior sister will not hold it against her for your sake!"

After speaking, Qin Ke’er winked at Chu Feng and blew him a flirtatious kiss before departing.

Chu Feng couldn’t help but smile wryly.

This time he was likely to be terribly entrapped by Senior Sister Qin.

He looked up at Han Xiaoying and immediately saw that she was giving him a nasty look, her expression extremely cold.

"Xiao Ying, listen to me, there really is nothing between me and Senior Sister Qin..." Chu Feng found himself in a deeper hole as he stumbled over his words.

"Whether or not you have anything to do with her, it’s none of my business!" Han Xiaoying dropped this icy comment and left quickly with Lu’er.

Seeing her expression, it was likely that she wouldn’t forgive Chu Feng for a while.

"Alas, a beauty is trouble. Senior Sister Qin is just a bundle of trouble!" Chu Feng sighed and headed straight for the pharmacy.

There were already many powerful individuals heading for the Sword Tomb. Time was of the essence, otherwise he might miss out big time if someone else got there first.

Chu Feng needed to craft a significant amount of Talismanic Elixirs, which would undoubtedly take a considerable amount of time.

...

Ten days later, Chu Feng emerged from seclusion. The entire Ten Thousand Sword Sect was discussing one topic—The Sword Tomb.