Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor

Encountering such a person, Chu Feng, a millennia-old oddity, would certainly not be polite.

Immediately, with an unchanging expression and a forced smile, he replied, "Sure, but before that, I have a small favor to ask of Elder Zhuang."

Seeing that Chu Feng agreed, Elder Zhuang was overjoyed.

Chu Feng is the reincarnation of the Eternal Life Pill Master. A casual gift of a couple of elixirs from him could definitely push her into the Sword God Realm. At least, that's what she believed.

"Whatever you need, just ask, and I shall not shirk it," Elder Zhuang assured smilingly again and again.

"Hehe, it's nothing major. It's just that my purse has been a bit deflated lately. How about Elder Zhuang gifts me a million or ten million taels of silver?" Chu Feng's words immediately made Pu Li and the others burst into laughter.

This move was truly perfect.

If Chu Feng really agreed to Elder Zhuang's request so easily, that would be the end of it. Following this, all the other disciples from Dan State would definitely follow suit.

Each and every one would come to Chu Feng asking for elixirs.

"Uh... a million taels of silver, even if I were to sell everything I own, I couldn't come up with that amount!" Elder Zhuang's face froze, as if she had swallowed a dead fly. If it weren't for needing a favor from Chu Feng, she truly wished she could chop him down with a sword, this bastard.

"No silver? No problem, spirit stones work just as well. Give me seven or eight hundred spirit stones, and it'll be fine. My requirements are very low, low-grade spirit stones will do."

Chu Feng said indifferently.

Pfft~!

The people present couldn't help but burst into laughter. Chu Feng's response was absolutely brilliant.

Elder Zhuang, relying on her thick skin, was trying to be clever and wanted to get some elixirs from Chu Feng. Moreover, she made a huge demand, asking for several all at once.

Now, having hit a soft nail and made a fool of herself, she awkwardly retreated to the back.

Not daring to mention elixirs again.

Indeed, where in this world is there free lunch? Chu Feng owed her nothing and had not held her previous actions against her, which was already a great grace.

Yet she had the audacity to ask Chu Feng for a handful of elixirs.

And with such ease, as if Chu Feng was some sort of 'elixir ATM', free to withdraw from at will.

With such unsightly behavior, it would be strange if Chu Feng didn't rebuke her.

"Pu Fazheng, get the hell out here! If I don't cripple you today, my last name isn't Liu!"

Just then, a crude shout of rage sounded from outside.

The color drained from Pu Fazheng's face, "Damn, it's Liu Lang who has found us!" He was very aware of Liu Lang's ferocity and couldn't help feeling fear.

Pu Li's expression also filled with worry.

"Don't panic, I'll go out and handle it. You all stay inside," said Chu Feng calmly as he stood up and walked outside.

"Husband, I'll go with you!" Han Shuang followed quickly, walking shoulder to shoulder with Chu Feng.

"I'm going too!"

As Chu Feng's Sword Slave, Han Dong naturally followed right behind.

Sima Zhen and Elder Shoumei, amongst others, also wanted to follow, but were stopped by Chu Feng.

They were not from Medicine Mountain, and this was the Wan Jian Sect Main Lineage; it was not a place for group fights. Too many people would likely make matters worse.

As Chu Feng stepped out of the Mountain Master Hall, he immediately saw a group of seven or eight people standing outside, full of hostile energy.

The leader of the group, a young man who still had injuries, was filled with hatred. No need to guess, it must be Liu Lang.

Behind Liu Lang, stood seven Outer Disciples. Their statuses varied, high and low, which could be discerned at a glance from their attire. The young man standing at the back, stood like a stone statue, expressionless, with an indifferent gaze.

For some reason, upon seeing this person, Chu Feng felt his heart lurch with a thump.

And there was an inexplicable pressure enveloping his entire body.

By intuition, Chu Feng knew this young man must be an extremely dangerous individual. Indeed, the pressure this person brought to Chu Feng was no less than Qin Shan's.

You must know that Qin Shan is an Inner Sect Disciple and also has the cultivation of a Four-star Sword God.

Besides this young man with fiery red hair, who resembled a barbaric fierce beast, the strengths of the other six were also not weak—all of them with Sword God Cultivation.

This Liu Lang really does have considerable influence within the sect.

Money is a good thing; it can be used to make many friends. Although such relationships are akin to fair-weather friends, as long as you have money, these people can be useful.

"Who are you yelling for in my territory?" Chu Feng fixed his eyes on Liu Lang, the leader, and asked.

"Chu Feng, I know that little scoundrel Pu Fazheng is hiding with you. He slashed me with a sword, let him come out. Let me slash him once, and we'll call it even," Liu Lang said through clenched teeth.

I never expected he'd recognize Chu Feng at a glance.

This took Chu Feng by surprise; when did he become so famous within the sect?

"I haven't seen Pu Fazheng; you better leave," Chu Feng blatantly lied.

Right now, with the enemy so aggressive and each one of them powerful, it's best to talk them down if possible.

Otherwise, if it really came down to a fight, Chu Feng's side would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Not to mention anything else, just the red-haired youth would be extremely troublesome to deal with.

"I'm warning you, don't reject the face given to you, hand him over immediately, or else I'll take care of you along with him," Liu Lang's face was fierce.

"I've said it already, Pu Fazheng is not here. Even if he were, I would never hand him over to you. As for wanting to get physical, heh, I'm not looking down on you, but a mere One-star Sword God like you really doesn't have the qualification to be arrogant in front of me," Chu Feng said coldly, laying the challenge bare.

Chu Feng was determined to protect Pu Fazheng today.

"Good, very good! Arrogant enough!"

Liu Lang stared at Chu Feng with a fierce look and murderous intent.

"Violating the sect rules, private fighting amongst disciples, as long as no lives are lost, merits a year's salary forfeiture, and half a month of confinement. I've got plenty of money; forget a year's salary forfeiture, even ten years would be no big deal."

"Although you've made it through the third level of the Qiankun Sword Formation and earned some recognition in the Outer Sect, I, Liu Lang, am not afraid of you," he said.

Liu Lang drew his sword and leaped to a point five meters in front of Chu Feng, with ferocity gleaming in his eyes.

He was ready to make a move.

"A mere Beginner Level Sword Saint dares to talk big, disregarding me, a One-star Sword God. Fine then, let's see who is superior. I'll teach you how to live with your tail between your legs," Liu Lang unsheathed his divine weapon and an extremely terrifying aura enveloped Chu Feng, Han Dong, and Han Shuang.

"If you want to face Mountain Master Chu, you'll have to knock me down first!" Han Dong charged forward with his sword, eager for the challenge.

Having cultivated to the Great Sword Master Realm, the thought of him fighting against a Sword God Level warrior was indeed worrisome.

"Han Dong, come back!"

Chu Feng, worried for Han Dong's safety, knew the opponent wouldn't dare kill. But crippling Han Dong was a different story and wouldn't be taken too seriously.

"Master... Brother Chu, I want to try. The Inheritor of the Shadowless Sword is born for combat; this is the best way to break through. If I truly can't match him, you can save me then," Han Dong's voice was full of plea.