Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 164 - 26 Yang Diancang

Chapter 164: Chapter 26 Yang Diancang

Just as Pei Zeqin was rushing to save the Jiangbei grain warehouse.

Pei Family, in the area full of pill rooms.

"Hehehe." The disheveled and dusty Master Ding revealed a smile on his face.

He held a scroll in his hand, densely filled with records of the Golden Cloud Pill’s ingredients and alchemy steps.

After unfolding the scroll again and reading its contents carefully, Master Ding nodded with satisfaction: "With those mistakes corrected, this formula is exceptionally complete!"

"Now, after decades of hard exploration, I can finally refine second-grade pills." Master Ding slowly put away the formula, placing it into a finely crafted wooden box prepared earlier.

This was his agreement with the Pei family. Since they had supported his alchemy with all their might over the years, enabling him to successfully advance to a second-grade Pill Master, he wasn’t someone with a heart of stone.

After locking the wooden box, he stepped out the door and handed the box to Pei Zhangjie, who was already waiting nearby.

"Elder Zhangjie, you’ve waited long!" Master Ding cupped his hands. The two had spent countless days and nights together and were well-acquainted.

"Haha, Master Ding, what do you mean?" Pei Zhangjie laughed heartily and congratulated him: "Let me congratulate Master Ding on successfully advancing to a second-grade Pill Master, officially crossing that threshold, becoming the number one in Yanghua’s alchemy. Such a delight and honor."

"Haha." Master Ding felt joyful in his heart and immediately handed out the wooden box: "This is the formula for the Golden Cloud Pill, be sure to keep it safe."

Pei Zhangjie’s face immediately grew more radiant. After accepting it, his heart was even more excited.

A second-grade formula is considered an immensely valuable treasure even in the Upper City.

Although it appears to be just a thin sheet of paper, the contents on it bolster the family’s foundation, capable of nurturing one generation of advanced Martial Artists after another.

Pei Zhangjie glanced at the wooden box again but refrained from checking it in front of Master Ding.

"Master, since the formula is complete. As arranged by the patriarch, Master Ding naturally doesn’t need to stay here any longer. Our Pei family has already prepared a serene place for the master to retire peacefully." Pei Zhangjie cupped his hands again, speaking gravely.

This was only the outer area of the Pei Family Garden, not the core. If not for hiding Master Ding’s whereabouts, they wouldn’t have kept an alchemy master here for years.

"So be it, let me pack a bit." Master Ding nodded in agreement after some hesitation.

As Pei Zhangjie watched Master Ding re-enter the pill room, he quickly opened the wooden box and took out the Golden Cloud Pill formula.

Upon examining the handwriting, which still emitted a faint scent of ink, he naturally understood that this formula was what Master Ding had just perfected.

At this moment, an inexplicable sense of crisis welled up in Pei Zhangjie’s heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he clenched his teeth and closed the wooden box. He discreetly folded the formula into a thumb-sized roll, took some wax from a nearby burning candle, spread it over the roll, and finally tucked it into the seam of his waistband.

After doing all this, Pei Zhangjie let out a long breath. The vague sense of crisis in his heart diminished slightly.

He held the wooden box in one hand, his eyes fixed on Master Ding, who was tidying up alchemy items inside.

His vigilance eased just a bit.

Master Ding’s identity was extremely secretive, known only to a few core elders of the Pei family. The Hong family might still be unaware of Master Ding’s existence.

Just then, the wall of the pill room suddenly exploded.

Bang!

A figure abruptly broke through the wall, charging straight toward Master Ding, who was tidying up his things.

"Not good!"

The sound blasted in his ears, sending Pei Zhangjie’s heart racing with shock and anger.

"Who dares to commit such mischief?"

Pei Zhangjie bellowed, his energy surging, preparing to leap across the doorway.

Bang!

A massive iron ball hurtled toward him with a deafening sound.

Swoosh.

The iron ball whistled sharply, striking at his chest like lightning.

Pei Zhangjie’s face changed abruptly, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

"What immense force, what technique is this?" Pei Zhangjie’s heart sank sharply as the violent energy on the iron ball carried an overwhelming martial will that made him feel an irresistible heaviness.

"Heavenly Master Fist, Cloud Dragon Emergence!"

In an instant, Pei Zhangjie’s mind focused, his hands formed claws, his internal energy surged out, looming like a dragon silhouetted among clouds, ready to emerge.

"Attack!"

Pei Zhangjie shouted, his hands striking fiercely toward the iron ball.

Bang!

The iron ball collided with his palms, a fierce gale suddenly erupting.

Like igniting gunpowder, the entire room’s ingredients were blown apart, herbs scattered, dense smoke rising.

Yet Pei Zhangjie had no time to care about his surroundings, his eyes solely fixed on the iron ball.

He saw energy surging from his fingertips, continuously resisting the powerful impact carried by the iron ball.

However, the iron ball crept closer to his fingers, and he felt a growing inability to resist.

Zzzzzz!

The iron ball drew nearer, its friction with his nails emitting a sizzling sound.

"Hold on! Ha!"

Pei Zhangjie roared, feeling the force on the iron ball slacken.

His eyes flashed with a sharpshooter–like glint. He abruptly struck with his right hand, slamming it into the iron ball.

The iron ball flew back, swift as lightning, smashing toward the direction it came from.

Clang!

An explosion echoed.

Someone had used the pill room’s copper cauldron to block it.

Seeing this, Pei Zhangjie’s heart sank. He vaguely saw a shadow through the smoke. Fearing for Master Ding’s safety, he immediately shouted: "Master, it’s dangerous here, come behind me."

But the shadow did not move.

"Master!" Pei Zhangjie raised his voice, urgently calling: "Come behind me."

Now engulfed by smoke and violent energy, he dared not take risks.

Yet the shadow didn’t seem to hear him, only moved slightly.

"Master Ding is critically important and must be protected. Even if it costs my life, I must ensure the master’s safety." Pei Zhangjie swiftly resolved.

His energy burst beneath his feet as he darted toward the shadow.

Only two meters, he arrived quickly.

But when he reached, the sight before him shocked him deeply.

"Master Ding?"

Pei Zhangjie was stunned, his eyes widened, unable to believe the scene.

There was a bowl-sized hole in Master Ding’s chest, penetrating through. How could there be any chances of survival?

"Pei, Pei fourth..." Master Ding’s face was deathly pale, his breaths shallow, surviving only through sheer energy. Despite this, he smiled: "I, I became a second-grade Pill Master today, fulfilled a lifelong dream. Dying, it’s worth it."

After speaking, the light in Master Ding’s eyes vanished, and he breathed his last, his body slumping forward.

"Master? Master?" Pei Zhangjie called urgently, stepping forward to support him.

"Haha. How touching, this brotherly bond!" A new figure emerged through the fog.

An elderly figure, with a face like a wizened old man but skin rosy, void of any wrinkles.

Dressed in a grey tunic, with bronze armbands, two iron balls rotated in his palm.

"Who?"

Pei Zhangjie’s expression turned stern.

"I am, the West River Alliance, Yang Diancang."

The elder wore a faint smile, speaking lightly: "Hand over the formula, or face death!"

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