Zi Ming was a disciple of Purple Sun Pill Pavilion who rarely set foot outside. But this time, Yan Mountain crushed their business.

  Purple Sun Pill Pavilion’s rise was all thanks to selling pills and they weren’t about to let an upstart take it away. Since normal means were ineffective, they would have to resort to darker ones.

  Yan Mountain just revealed itself and it already had such power so they chose this way to deal with it.

  Zi Ming thought it was just a regular sect wipeout operation. But who could predict it reaching such a stage?

  This man before him killed his senior brother in an instant.

  Zi Ming took two deep breaths, finally coming out of his stupor, “You think I don’t know? I won’t live even if I tell you. I’ll rather fight you to the death!”


  Chen Ming rolled his eyes and snickered, “Seems that speaking than dying is all about being on the brink of death. Then I’ll go ahead and just kill you.”


  Zi Ming held a pill furnace that spewed out a white and blue flame towards Chen Ming.

  Allheaven Stellar Array deployed, pressing Zi Ming into coughing blood.

  With the Eight Dragon-ascending Steps in motion, crossing a dozen zhangs, he let Two Year Cicada fall, catching Zi Ming off guard. With the added suppression from the array, the strike split Zi Ming in two.

  Chen Ming struck again, this time crushing his head.

  “Indeed, not every alchemist is called Chen Ming. Those that can fight like me are probably just a handful.”


  Chen Ming was quite clear in his heart, When attacking, one does by a sneak attack.

  If Purple Sun Pill Pavilion were to have brought this kind of wastes, then Chen Ming alone was enough to deal with them.

  Sheathing the blade, Chen Ming flew in crow form to where the rest were going.

  With their rotten attitude, how could they ever negotiate? They would state conditions, write an invitation, then ask the sect members to attack.

  This time is enough.

  Chen Ming laid on a tree in the Obsidian Temple, watching them squirm inside their room.

  “We now know Yan Mountain can handle the beast tide on thirty stars!

  This is not something that easy to deal with. Yan Mountain’s strength is equal to thirty immortals!”


  “Who’d imagine such a sect would be so powerful, and an alchemist sect at that. Why did it show itself now?”


  “What’s the point thinking about it? We need to figure out how to deal with this damn Yan Mountain!”


  “We aren’t the only one who’s interests were breached. Yan Mountain has a monopoly over the Dao Sense realm and Dao Initiation realm pills. Such manner touched other’s interests too!”


  “Right! Invite other alchemist sects and deal with it together!”
……

  Talking and babbling for a whole day left Chen Ming short of dozing off.

  But then he heard Zi Yang telling two immortals to go invite other sects for negotiations.

  In Chen Ming’s heart, This geezer’s heart is rotten to the core. He has no trace of remorse for Yan Mountain. You’ve brought this on yourself.

  He went after the two, handled them and came back to the temple, laying in wait for when they scattered.

  He was an assassin willing to kill all immortals here. An assassin wasn’t a gun-blazing moron, nor a love and peace preaching scholar. An assassin took lives.

  I, Chen Ming, am stone-cold!

  Chen Ming flew down on a windowsill. They stayed in the Obsidian Temple as guests, but as the Earth Immortals they were, each had a different house.

  An assassin was built with patience, something Chen Ming didn’t lack, waiting in silence for Zi Yang to send another round of people.

  Come tomorrow, Zi Ming felt something was off. Why hasn’t Zi Ming and Zi Tang returned yet?

  Did something happen?

  They shouldn’t be that stupid and Yan Mountain doesn’t know of our plans either.

  But Zi Yang wasn’t assured so he sent two Earth Immortals to check up on them. Zi Yang was quite smart, sending them in pairs so that if one got killed the other one ran away. If he couldn’t run, then he would fight and attract their attention.

  But it was such a pity it changed nothing, stirring up the interest of Chen Ming, the assassin.

  Chen Ming followed their tail for ten thousand li when one of them took a sudden turn and attacked him. Chen Ming shifted back to normal and cleaving his hand with the black saber.

  The mist lifted and the two clearly saw him. Chen Ming was a bit surprised, “Oops! They found me.”


  The Earth Immortal on the attack paled from fright. He was the little Daoist from before, “Don’t you know how much a crow stands out keeping up with an immortal for so long? It’s you! How did you kill Zi Ming and Zi Tang?”


  Chen Ming snickered, “I’ll leave it to them to answer when you meet!”


  These two were by no means alchemists but battle-hardened Earth Immortals. It wouldn’t be so easy to deal with as the ones before.

  The good news is it will help me get a bit stronger. I’m all out of spiritual knowledge, with but few merits left. Zhuo Qingyao’s Matchless in Eight Feet wasn’t suited for Chen Ming. It was a hegemon sword art, fit for a hardship cultivator. While Chen Ming was more of a holding immortal swords type of guy.

  But his spiritual power more than made up for it.

  He couldn’t just cast aside his biggest advantage.

  The one he could train in right now was Vanishing Immortal Sword.

  “Comprehend Vanishing Immortal Sword.”


  “Ding! one million merits required, continue?”


  “Yes!”


  Sword light flashed from his eyes as he spent a million merits, training the Vanishing Immortal Sword to completion. A sword soul quietly formed in his body.

  Chen Ming looked inwardly to find a small bluish sword floating among his Dao Palaces.

  It had a single word engraved on it, Vanishing.

  What stood above the Sword Intent was the Sword Soul. Only if one’s soul entered the sword would one reach the Sword Soul stage.

  But attaining his Sword Soul was soon accompanied by fierce pain throughout his body!

  I’m done for!

  The Sword Soul is too strong and my body can’t take it!

  The sword soul wreaked havoc to his insides and his skin soon started splitting open in the shape of sword slashes. Blood started pouring out of him drip by drip.

  I’m so strong I can’t even control it!