Path of Alchemy Mastery
Chapter 187 - 189 Going to the Immortal Ancient Academy

Chapter 187: Chapter 189 Going to the Immortal Ancient Academy

Mu Can directly commandeered Xiao Fan’s battleship, and of course, Xiao Fan did not refuse—he dared not refuse.

Xiao Fan didn’t say much; he simply handed over the Jade Scroll for controlling the battleship to Mu Can and then led his people to withdraw. The ability to read people and situations, cultivated from a young age in the Zhang Family, allowed him to see that Mu Can was not in the best of moods right now, and in such times, it was best not to provoke him.

Actually, these privileged young masters did have their redeeming qualities, at least in terms of discerning the situation. Xiao Fan was doing much better than the vast majority of people. Given the circumstances just now, if he dared to deceive Mu Can or was dishonest, the scene on the ship would have been completely different; Mu Can definitely wouldn’t have left Xiao Fan on board.

Mu Zi’ang clapped Mu Can on the shoulder. His son had finally grown up, and Mu Zi’ang felt very relieved. He turned around and led the mad elder into the cabin to find a place to stay. The vexing matters concerning his son were nothing but issues relating to Miss Purple Cloud. Mu Zi’ang trusted that Mu Can could manage himself well, but he was somewhat concerned about whether Miss Qingyi would accept Purple Cloud.

"Hehe, let him worry about it himself," Mu Zi’ang chuckled stealthily. After all, in the Mortal World, it was acceptable for a man of great strength to have multiple wives. It was just a question of whether Purple Cloud and Miss Qingyi could accept that. Thinking of this, Mu Zi’ang’s face beamed with smiles. It seemed that he needed to push his son to make progress quickly, or else he wondered when he would ever become a grandfather.

"Silly, silly, hahaha." The mad elder pointed at the giggling Mu Zi’ang and laughed loudly.

Mu Zi’ang’s face darkened, "Mad old man, stop shouting. It gives me goosebumps." He spoke hastily to the mad elder.

This mad elder truly made Mu Zi’ang feel fearful in his heart. His appearance was too mysterious—not to mention his superior strength, he had appeared at a place where a Demon Lord descended. Mu Zi’ang knew that Mu Can’s guess might very well be correct: this mad elder probably eradicated all the members of the Demon Clan guarding the Demon Lord’s arrival sight. As for why he turned mad, they could only find out after Mu Can refined the Elixir to treat him.

Mu Can was unaware that his father was now pondering over his lifelong matters, as he stood at the bow of the ship, gazing far ahead.

"The Mortal World is truly in chaos. I hope fewer people die," he contemplated.

Mu Can knew that with the Hidden Families emerging, the Demon World and the Immortal World descending, numerous large and small powers were eyeing the fertile lands of the Mortal World. Not to mention those bizarre forbidden zones, who knows what might emerge from them.

"Take one step at a time."

After all, the requirement of the Heaven-stealing Practitioner was for Mu Can to unify the Three Realms. The opportunity was great now that all had come to the Mortal World, saving Mu Can the trouble of going to the Demon World and Immortal World.

The speed of Mu Can’s battleship reached its peak, streaking across the sky like a flash of light. This battleship from a Hidden Family was superior to regular battleships, with a speed that was nearing that of a Martial Venerate’s full-speed flight.

"Brother Fan, are we just going to take this? Even letting them take our battleship?" One of Zhang Fan’s underlings followed behind him, whispering while also making sure to look back to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

"What can we do if we don’t just take it? That mad old man is a genuine Martial Saint-level fighter. How many of those do we have in our Zhang Family, even at the Martial Saint Level?" Zhang Fan was quite indifferent. Being alive in such circumstances was already difficult enough, and besides, Mu Can only commandeered their ship – it would be returned to them once they reached Immortal Ancient Academy.

"Damn it, and you, come here." Despite his indifference, remembering Xu Er’s performance just now, Zhang Fan still looked angry.

Xu Er had just been severely beaten by Zhang Fan. After entering the cabin, he carefully followed at the very end without daring to utter a single word. Only when Zhang Fan called for him did he timidly and fearfully walk to the front.

The other attendants made way for Xu Er, all watching him with great interest as he hesitantly inched forward.

"Get your ass over here," Zhang Fan said sternly, seeing Xu Er’s dawdling manner, anger rising in his heart again.

Hearing this, Xu Er hastened his steps and approached Zhang Fan, looking down at the ground, not daring to speak.

"Lift up your head," Zhang Fan’s tone was dark and ominous.

Slowly, Xu Er raised his head to reveal a face that was not so handsome to begin with, now swollen like that of a pig’s head.

Seeing what Xu Er looked like now, Zhang Fan, whose heart initially harbored murderous intent, felt his anger dissipate quite a bit, but he still couldn’t just let him off the hook that easily.

"Do you know why you were beaten today?" Zhang Fan asked.

"If Brother Fan wants to beat me, he doesn’t need a reason," Xu Er said with an aggrieved look. He simply didn’t have the courage to contradict Zhang Fan.

In truth, although Xu Er was somewhat impetuous, he was considered one of the smarter ones among Zhang Fan’s followers. It was just that he had never witnessed a Martial Saint Level powerhouse in action and had misjudged the situation, leading to today’s consequence.

"Oh, so now you feel wronged? Do you realize that you almost got us all killed today?" Zhang Fan laughed upon hearing Xu Er’s words.

"Now I know. Brother Fan, if I had known that the mad old man was a Martial Saint, I wouldn’t have spoken like that," Xu Er still tried to justify himself a bit. Actually, after pondering Zhang Fan’s change in attitude, Xu Er understood they had encountered someone they could not afford to provoke.

"Sigh, forget it. Just be smarter from now on when you follow me. If there’s a next time, I won’t let you off," Zhang Fan thought about how Xu Er had followed him faithfully for so many years, hardly ever causing any trouble, and his murderous thought faded away, leaving him to simply remind Xu Er.

Upon hearing Zhang Fan’s words, Xu Er, who had been tense, finally relaxed slightly. As a loyal follower for many years, how could he not realize that Zhang Fan had just harbored killing intent? Zhang Fan had a small tell when he intended to kill—his left hand would rub the ring on his thumb, a gesture that perhaps even Zhang Fan himself did not pay much attention to, but Xu Er was aware of it. Therefore, while speaking just now, Xu Er was nearly paralyzed with fear.

"I’m going to sleep. Don’t go out and cause trouble if it’s not necessary. If something really happens, it has nothing to do with me," said Zhang Fan, uninterested as he retreated to his own room in the cabin, pondering the strange words Mu Can had said to him earlier and then falling into a deep sleep. Having narrowly escaped death at the hands of a Martial Saint Level figure, Zhang Fan felt exhausted.

The warship, with Mu Can sparing no expense of Spirit Stones, sped forward. The distance to the Immortal Ancient Academy was getting closer, and Mu Can’s heart was filled with tension. There were few places in the Nanyuan Empire still capable of resistance, and he was now extremely worried about the Immortal Ancient Academy, which was the focal point of the battle.

"Hope everyone is all right," Mu Can silently prayed.

"They will be," he told himself.