All Things Are Contracts

At the edge of the Soul-Breaking Mountain Range, on the only main road leading to the Thousand Charms Empire, there was a huge relay station called Fanfeng Relay. Although called a relay station, it was now about the size of a small city due to its extremely special geographical location as an important hub connecting the Thousand Charms Empire with the outside world. Therefore, Fanfeng Relay was also known as Fanfeng City. The usually busy small city was even more lively today.

Alchemists and other experts gathered from all directions, all for a recently emerged rumor. Given that this was a crucial moment in the family ranking competition, most of the Alchemists who came were unaffiliated cultivators.

“Have you heard? An ancient tomb relic was discovered in the east. They say it’s the legacy of an eighth-grade Alchemist,” an old man explained to a young man in an inn. The young man turned out to be a fourth-grade Alchemist.

“Grandfather, I only received the news recently. I heard the tomb hasn’t fully opened yet. According to the stone tablet, there are still two days until the tomb opens,” the young man said.

“If you could obtain the legacy, our Li family could rise to prominence,” the old man’s eyes were full of hope.

“Grandfather, it’s not that easy. Look how many people have come, all for the relic’s legacy,” the young man was much calmer, having seen the world in Alchemy Capital.

“Most of these people aren’t Alchemists, they’re just here for the excitement. After all, anything left by an eighth-grade Alchemist, whether it’s eighth-grade pills or formulas, is priceless. Their goal is these treasures, not the legacy,” the old man analyzed.

“Yes, but there are quite a few Alchemists too. It’s good that the news hasn’t spread completely, and Alchemy Capital is holding the family ranking competition, so many Alchemists are in seclusion refining pills. Otherwise, how could it be our turn?” the young man sighed. “I also heard that the Golden Pill Cultivator has come. He’s a seventh-grade Alchemist.”

In a certain room in the inn, four people gathered together.

“What’s going on? Wild Blade said he was going to handle some private business, why hasn’t he returned after so long? If it delays the master’s plan, we can’t bear the responsibility,” one of them said coldly.

“Wild Blade is at the third stage of Sun Profound Realm and has recently mastered a gold-grade technique. Even if you and I wanted to kill him, it would be very difficult. We don’t need to worry about him. Our plan can be completed even without him,” another said.

“This plan is very important. We spent a lot to set up that ancient tomb relic. How many Alchemists we can capture depends on us. I heard the Golden Pill Cultivator has come too? If we capture a seventh-grade Alchemist, the master should be very satisfied,” one person said.

“The Golden Pill Cultivator is not only a seventh-grade Alchemist but also a Spirit God Realm expert. Is it that easy?” someone questioned.

“What’s there to fear from a Spirit God Realm who mainly cultivates pill dao? Don’t forget who’s here,” one person said contemptuously.

Everyone looked at the most low-key of the four, a one-eyed man with exceptionally strong arms, neat short hair, wearing linen clothes. He carried a large bow on his back and was leaning against the bedpost with his arms folded, his face expressionless. This man was the first seat among Night Lord’s 99 Demons – Demon Bow Huoxing. The others were the fourth-ranked Mad Demon Bloodthroat, the ninth-ranked Puppeteer, and the twelfth-ranked Stonemason, plus the sixteenth-ranked Wild Blade who had been killed by Zhanyue earlier. Five of Night Lord’s elites had actually come. After all, there had long been rumors that Night Lord’s subordinates were active in the Soul-Breaking Mountain Range.

“It’s not just us. As long as we lure those people to the ancient tomb relic, there will be surprises waiting for them,” Bloodthroat smiled. He wore black clothes, only exposing a pair of bright red eyes.

“The Alchemists need to be captured alive. What about the others? Kill them directly?” the Puppeteer, also shrouded in a black robe, asked.

“Kill them if we must. Who told them to like joining in the excitement?” another burly man said, the twelfth-ranked Stonemason.

“It seems the legacy of an eighth-grade Alchemist isn’t attractive enough. Only one seventh-grade Alchemist came,” the Puppeteer said regretfully.

“If we spread news of a ninth-grade Alchemist’s legacy, the attraction would be great, but it would be easy to expose. Moreover, if it really attracted some formidable figures, we might not be able to handle them. Fishing is fishing, but don’t fish for sharks,” Bloodthroat said calmly.

“Alright, anyway, the master’s task for us is to capture a large number of fourth and fifth-grade Alchemists. That’s the key point. Is there definitely no problem with the underground palace of the tomb legacy?” Demon Bow, who hadn’t spoken until now, asked the Stonemason. The plan was his idea, and he was responsible for implementing it.

“Don’t worry, boss. There was already an abandoned huge underground palace there, and no one knew about it. I just made use of waste, mixing truth with falsehood. I dare guarantee that even the Golden Pill Cultivator won’t see anything amiss,” the Stonemason said confidently.

“That’s good. The master has found some helpers for us. Even if more people come, it doesn’t matter. Let them make a fuss. After the master was injured, we haven’t done anything big for a long time. We’ve been looked down upon,” Demon Bow Huoxing revealed a mocking smile. They chose to implement the plan here after much consideration, after all, the Thousand Charms Empire had the most Alchemists, and the Soul-Breaking Mountain Range was the most chaotic.

Zhanyue, riding his flying sword, was finally getting tired due to lack of stamina. Soon after, he appeared in Fanfeng City. The endless stream of people confused Zhanyue.

“Why are there so many people? Did something big happen here?” Zhanyue thought for a moment, then found a nearby inn.

“Guest, there are no vacant rooms,” the innkeeper said apologetically.

“So many people? Innkeeper, do you know what happened?” Zhanyue asked curiously.

The innkeeper was a helpful person and said, “I heard an underground palace was discovered outside the Soul-Breaking Mountain Range. It’s said to be the legacy site of an eighth-grade Alchemist. Many people want to try their luck, so they’re staying in Fanfeng City, as the underground palace won’t open for two more days.”

“An eighth-grade Alchemist’s legacy?” Zhanyue understood. No wonder it attracted so many people. But he felt a bit disdainful. However, finding a place to stay for the night was difficult. Fanfeng City was called a city but was essentially still a relay station, without the protection of a illumination Tower. At night, it still relied on formations for protection. Not staying in an inn could be very dangerous outside.

“Guest, I see you’re alone. If you don’t mind, you could make do in the storage room for a night? The storage room is also within the formation’s protection, so it’s safe. I’ll only charge you half price,” the innkeeper was kind-hearted.

“Thank you very much,” Zhanyue nodded, paid, and was led to a side room. The room was cluttered with tables and chairs, but there was a bed. Zhanyue only planned to rest here for one night, so he didn’t mind.

Just as he was about to rest, a graceful figure appeared before him. It was the illumination Goddess.

“Sister?” Zhanyue was a bit confused.

“What? Am I not worthy of sleeping indoors?” the illumination Goddess smiled, then said seriously, “This Fanfeng City is not right. I sense a large amount of Nightmare aura. Also, your love rival, the Golden Pill Cultivator, seems to be in the city too.”

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