Path of Alchemy Mastery
Chapter 172 - 174: Beat Up Like a Dead Dog

Chapter 172: Chapter 174: Beat Up Like a Dead Dog

Chapter 174: Beaten to Death

Under Zheng Ming’s oppressive gaze, even the most powerful elder of the Martial Arts Sect lowered his head.

"Ha ha ha, it seems that the Mortal World is nothing more than a bunch of weaklings." Zheng Ming was very pleased with the people in the teahouse and laughed loudly, his words utterly devoid of respect.

"Indeed, the young master is a prodigy, having become a Martial Venerate at only eighteen and will surely break through to the Immortal Venerable level before a hundred years old," a gorgeously dressed maid beside Zheng Ming flattered.

Zheng Ming, delighted by the praise, hugged the woman and kissed her on the face with a loud laugh.

"Where did this annoying bug come from?" Mu Can spoke to Purple Cloud while waving his hand in front of his nose, as if there really was a foul smell.

Zheng Ming was tasked with guarding this city and had come specifically to this teahouse where the masters gathered. He had noticed Mu Can and others early on and brightened up when he saw Purple Cloud, but he didn’t speak and instead chose to suppress the others in the teahouse to make his name known.

But who knew Purple Cloud didn’t even glance at him, as if his earlier performance was not worth mentioning.

Even though Purple Cloud didn’t speak, Mu Can did.

"So, there are still some impatient little fools alive? Why don’t you look outside; if it weren’t for us from the Immortal World, your Mortal World would have fallen long ago. Without us, all you scum would already be fertilizer for this land."

Seeing the ants in his eyes daring to insult him, Zheng Ming slanted his eyes and cursed --- although his tone was calm, it was filled with murderous intent.

"Child, stop talking, we can’t afford to offend those coming from the Immortal World," the old Martial Arts Sect elder pulled Mu Can and advised him.

Previously, there were also those who were unhappy with these people from the Immortal World and conflicts occurred. These people from the Immortal World weren’t much different from the Demon Clan of the Demon World, and they killed all Cultivators who dared to resist and oppress.

That’s why, although the Immortal World had helped the Mortal World to some extent, very few Cultivators in the Mortal World remembered their good deeds.

"Oh? Is that so? It seems that the Immortal World is indeed in ruins like the Demon World," Mu Can said as he drank up the remaining tea in his cup and slowly stood up.

"Who are you?" Zheng Ming’s gaze turned cold; knowing about the decline of the Immortal World suggested that this annoying brat also had some background.

"A dead man, a dead man, you’re a dead man," the crazy old man pointed at Zheng Ming with one finger, hehe laughing foolishly, and even spat out saliva at Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming dodged by tilting his head, shaking in anger.

"You all must die."

With a clang, the longsword sprang from behind, and a flash of cold light passed as Zheng Ming swung his sword toward Mu Can.

"Bring it on," Mu Can, who had intended to teach this arrogant person from the Immortal World a lesson, stood up to meet him, and fought fiercely with Zheng Ming.

It must be said, Zheng Ming did have some strength; he managed to fend off Mu Can’s attacks. It should be noted that Mu Can was not just any Martial Venerate—he cultivated a higher-ranking Cultivation Technique from the Dragon Realm, and fighting above his level was no issue.

Bang!

Mu Can fiercely punched Zheng Ming’s face, and Zheng Ming screamed, flying out askew.

"You trash." Mu Can returned Zheng Ming’s words back to him.

Slowly standing up, Zheng Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze filled with a chilling coldness.

"You’ve successfully enraged me, unseal."

The aura around Zheng Ming transformed abruptly, intensifying significantly.

"As a Saint Heir of the Mingxian Sect, how could I not have any contingencies?" said Zheng Ming coldly.

Before embarking on the Sect Master’s mission, Zheng Ming’s master, the Supreme Elder of the Mingxian Sect, had sealed part of his mana within him and told him to unseal it should he encounter an invincible foe.

"You’re dead," Zheng Ming sneered, determined to kill this young man in front of everyone for injuring him, to cleanse the shame inflicted by a Mortal World vermin.

"Die, die, I’ll beat you to death." Who knew that the mad old man, as if provoked, crazily rushed towards Zheng Ming.

Mu Can reached out to grab him but found the mad old man slipping by like a fish, his Martial Venerate strength unable to manifest in front of the man.

"Be careful." Mu Can warned, for though the old man was mad, he was the sole survivor Mu Can had brought from Yangming City, and Mu Can suspected he might be of Martial Saint Level.

"Bringing death upon yourself." Upon seeing the mad old man foolishly charging at him, Zheng Ming raised his sword high, the Sword Qi firing intensely towards the mad man.

Mu Can watched Zheng Ming and smirked. This so-called Saint Heir really had a death wish, considering how easily the mad old man had dodged him, undoubtedly a Martial Saint level expert.

Indeed, the mad old man swiftly dodged, avoiding Zheng Ming’s Sword Qi. The Sword Qi blasted through a teahouse wall and shot into the sky, exploding into a beautiful firework.

Seeing the old man dodge his Sword Qi seemed to infuriate Zheng Ming.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Rows of Sword Qi emitted piercing sounds as they fiercely targeted the mad elder, each dodged skillfully. Just as they were about to hit innocents in the teahouse, Purple Cloud gently waved her sleeves and scattered all of them.

In the midst of the battle, Zheng Ming’s pupils shrank as he witnessed how this unbelievably beautiful woman effortlessly neutralized his Sword Qi. After unsealing his mana, he could harness his master’s power, pushing each Sword Qi to the Mortal World’s limits, yet this woman appeared unruffled and easily dissolved his attacks.

Bang!

"You’re dead." The mad old man closed in, and Zheng Ming lacked even the ability to resist, getting punched in the face.

The people in the tavern witnessed a classic close-quarters combat.

Fists, elbows, feet, knees, heads—every part of the body in the mad old man’s hands was a divine weapon. Zheng Ming, who had just been scoffing, now lay like a dead dog after merely ten moves.

"Stop, spare his life." Mu Can didn’t want to kill Zheng Ming; he still wanted to extract some information from him.

"Trash, unworthy, dead dog!" Upon hearing Mu Can’s words, the old man stopped, looked at Zheng Ming lying on the ground, spat on him, and scolded with a mixture of crying and laughing.

The people in the tavern were essentially petrified, wondering where this young man and old man had sprung from, how they had so easily beaten a Saint Heir of a Sect from the Immortal World into a dead dog.