Chapter 230 - 228: Big, Thick, & Filled With Power

Chapter 230 - 228: Big, Thick, & Filled With Power

"..." Wei Wuyin’s declaration was met with a resounding silence. It was so abrupt and utterly thorough that only his footsteps and faint keening of his saber force could be heard. Even Xue Yifei, who was clenching her teeth in pain from the Yin Dragon Soul within her Mind’s Eye throbbing about with rapid activity. Her hazel eyes saw Wei Wuyin’s tall, domineering, and strong back and couldn’t help but flash with a hint of disbelief.

Fortunately, Yuan Longshi was similarly startled and no longer attempted to interact with his Yang Dragon Soul, so the pain she felt was lessened. Normally, he hated that using his Yang Dragon Soul to harness his bloodline powers brought pain to Xue Yifei. But seeing her wreathed in pain at this moment hadn’t caused the bleeding heart pain he felt before.

Is this because she abandoned him? She didn’t choose him? In the depths of his heart, only he knew that answer.

To understand why everyone present, even Qi Lang, were unfailingly sent into a unified silence, one had to understand the generally accepted belief of alchemists.

In the cultivation world, Alchemists cultivated methods that allowed them to harness, refine, generate, and manipulate alchemical energies. These methods held no offensive, defensive, or even supplementary methods for combat, and focused purely on the Dao of Alchemy.

Furthermore, unlike the Martial Dao, alchemists had to devote their time to mastering the seven traits of alchemy alongside this, each usually having a cultivation method. By default, any alchemist needed to master a minimum of eight cultivation methods and train in manipulating alchemical energies, a type of energy that has no combat ability.

This and their experimentation, repeated practice, legitimate concoction, and standard degree of cultivation consumed far more time than others. It was considered the most time-consuming and difficult Creationist profession because of this difference from others. This didn’t include the typical failures, injuries from those failures, long concoction time for successes, studying, revision, and theory-crafting.

An Alchemist cultivated the Dao of Alchemy which was broader than most Daos and had a very, very high requirement on intelligence and time. In the Myriad Monarch Astral Territory, no, the entire Tri-Vision Starfield, there wasn’t a single Alchemic King below the age of five hundred, and the average age to officially reach that level neared closer to eight hundred years old.

An Astral Core Realm expert, one who had just ascended, had a little over a thousand years of lifespan. As expected, most Alchemic Kings were in the Astral Core Realm. Because of this difficulty and disparity of time versus achievements, it produced a widely accepted opinion that alchemists, regardless of how talented they were, had the lowest combat potential out of all cultivators.

This included architects and forgers.

Even the King of Everlore wasn’t an exception. He was renowned and given such a title because of his ability to create Kings of Lore rather than being one. He was a Kingmaker. And his combat ability, even with pellets, was essentially useless. He relied on a group of servants, guardians, and opportunists who sought his favor and ability to cultivate.

While he had protective treasures such as talismans, arrays, and whatnot, his combat ability personally was considered quite poor to nearly non-existent. As someone who cultivated an Alchemic Wood Soul, he didn’t have any means to kill an opinion with his astral force.

When Wei Wuyin waltzed out of the protective ward and said those domineering words, it was like a bolt of thunder had collectively struck everyone present. They didn’t know how he possessed the gull to do so. If he had called forth every Astral Core Realm expert to fight on his behalf, they would be shocked. If he tried to recruit Yuan Longshi, they would be intrigued by the development. But for him to personally announce that he would kill Yuan Longshi, an elite expert with considerable ability and could fight above his phase, this wasn’t something their minds could register.

However, Wei Wuyin never once considered their thoughts or beliefs. To him, he was always a fighter first and an alchemist second. While it has been a while since his stint in the Scarlet Solaris Sect, he had always been one who fought fiercely for himself. He killed decisively, slaughtered in droves, and fought with a saber in hand.

From an honorary disciple to an outer disciple to an inner disciple to a core disciple, none of these things were achieved without a pile of corpses and rivers of blood forming beneath his feet. While the Inheritor of Sin and the Black Skeleton had changed his view on life, he had never lost his edge.

Yuan Longshi was the first to break out of his flabbergasted state. His eyes trailed to Qi Lang in the sky who had a solemn and ugly expression. Even now, Qi Lang’s astral force was primed to act. It seemed that even he hadn’t accepted Wei Wuyin’s statement of handling Yuan Longshi alone.

Woosh!

Wei Wuyin arrived a few meters away from him, his silver eyes piercing and calm. He seemed to be an Immortal descending to deal with a pest, utterly carefree and easy.

Yuan Longshi’s entire body was screaming at this moment as he hurriedly used his draconic force to push out the saber energies that contaminated his blood, bones, flesh, and meridians. Due to this, random spurts of silvery and crimson liquid shot out like a miniature geyser.

"You!" He had always been the one to shock and awe his opponent, forcing them to say this baffled word, but now he was using it. He understood how it felt. When he engaged with Wei Wuyin, he realized his physical energies were far, far more abundant than his own. It was like his physical body was a planet and clashing with him felt being smashed by one. Furthermore, he noticed his cultivation base!

He didn’t have the unnatural ambient influence that Sky Rulers contained or heightened spiritual aura that Soul Idol experts had, and it was fundamentally basic. He was merely at the World Sea Phase, the First Stage of the Astral Core Realm! Yet his movements were like a ghost and his attacks were like world-splitters.

"Two strikes. My next one will be lethal, you shouldn’t hold back lest you lose your life because of it." Wei Wuyin ’kindly’ offered. He seemed willing to even give Yuan Longshi a breather. Yuan Longshi’s pride as a genius was decisively crushed at this moment.

Wei Wuyin was a little bit older than he was, yet he was an Alchemic King and stronger than he was at the World Sea Phase.

The spectating crowd could barely see the two interactions. It was like Wei Wuyin had said a few words and Yuan Longshi was severely injured. If it wasn’t for the previous battle between Qi Lang and Yuan Longshi, and the obvious stakes on the line, they would suspect that Yuan Longshi was a paid actor.

And knowing this left their jaws dropped and mouths agape in utter disbelief!

Xue Yifei’s eyes were wide. Her heart raced like a thousand horses, unable to believe or accept what she had just seen. She had never believed for a moment that Wei Wuyin was actually an expert!

The old man said with a trace of astonished wonder, "I’ve never seen such depths before."

"What?" Xue Yifei mindlessly questioned. Her eyes never left Yuan Longshi and Wei Wuyin’s body, but her head tilted in the old man’s direction.

"For a brief moment, I saw his astral core." The old man had a unique spiritual method that could gauge the size of a person’s astral core, and it surprisingly was capable of grasping just a peek whenever Wei Wuyin attacked. "It was big, thick, and filled with unimaginable power!"

If someone didn’t know what he was talking about, they might make certain...assumptions. Regardless, Xue Yifei understood and her heart sped up even more. Just as she was about to ask for clarification, her sea of consciousness started to rumble ceaselessly. Her Mind’s Eye felt as if it was being stabbed as the Yin Dragon Soul sleeping beside it was waking up.

She screamed in horrific pain, clutching her head.

On Yuan Longshi’s side, his eyes glowed slightly as the pupils of his eyes sharpened until it became draconic. He was instigating his Yang Dragon Soul to interface with his bloodline powers!

Boom!

The surroundings were pushed apart even with the astral array’s protection as the faint, indistinct image of a dragon’s silhouette was forming behind him. He seemed primed to draconify at the slightest moment.

Wei Wuyin’s eyes brightened.