Path of Alchemy Mastery
Chapter 204 - 206: Representatives of the Hidden Family Vomiting Blood

Chapter 204: Chapter 206: Representatives of the Hidden Family Vomiting Blood

"So this is your apprentice? The strength of Headmaster Xuanyuan’s education is nothing more than this after all."

Seeing that Mu Can’s strength was only at the peak of Martial Venerate, members of the Hidden Family scoffed. Among the younger generation of the Hidden Family, many had already stepped into the Basic Level of Martial Saint. Now looking at Xuanyuan Mingkong’s beloved apprentice, who was only at the peak of Martial Venerate, they instantly lowered the level of importance they attributed to Mu Can.

"And what might you be? How dare you insult my master?" Having heard someone daring to insult his most revered master, Mu Can felt a surge of anger rise within him. If Mu Can’s respect for the Heavenly Dao Thief was due to his strength, then his respect for Xuanyuan Mingkong was truly because Xuanyuan Mingkong treated him like his own grandson.

"And what might you be? Who gave you the right to speak when we are talking? Have they not beaten you hard enough?"

"Exactly, where is Yao Wenbing? Hasn’t this kid been beaten up by you guys before?"

"Come over and let’s teach him a lesson again. In the comparison of strengths among the younger generation, don’t worry, the older generation won’t interfere."

The Elders of the Hidden Family were clamoring as if they were injected with chicken blood. They couldn’t win over Xuanyuan Mingkong at the negotiating table, and were also constantly suppressed by Xuanyuan Mingkong in terms of strength. Now, having the chance to let their own younger generation educate Xuanyuan Mingkong’s apprentice, each of them was incredibly thrilled.

"Oh?" Interrupting their conversation, Mu Can’s expression changed as he looked oddly at Yao Wenbing and the others in the distance.

"Look at him, he’s scared, isn’t he? His face even changed color. Don’t worry, it’s just a friendly match, there won’t be any danger."

"Yeah, rest assured, I’ll have them go easy on you. After all, you are Headmaster Xuanyuan’s apprentice, we won’t let you get hurt."

"Haha, look at him, just the mention of a friendly match and his face doesn’t look right, like he’s constipated."

"Oh? Are you all so confident that he can beat me?" Mu Can raised his eyebrows as he looked at the crowd.

"Hehe, a mere peak Martial Venerate like you dares to speak like this? Yao Wenbing is a Basic Level Martial Saint, it would already be bullying to compete against you," said the representative of the Yao Family, his plump face full of arrogance, as if he himself had the strength of a Martial Saint.

"Yao Wenbing, come over here." Seeing that there was no way to communicate with these people, Mu Can waved and called out to Yao Wenbing in the distance.

Hearing Mu Can’s call, Yao Wenbing trotted over to Mu Can like an obedient sidekick, not even glancing at the members of the Hidden Family, and respectfully looked at Mu Can, as if waiting for his lecture.

"These people want us to have another friendly match," Mu Can said with a smile, looking at Yao Wenbing.

"I am not your match," Yao Wenbing lowered his head, admitting defeat was not a big deal, especially after losing at his strongest skill to the opponent.

"How could that be, how could you possibly lose?" The plump man from the Yao Family stared wide-eyed, asking in shock.

What did he hear? The genius in his eyes was actually admitting defeat, and to someone less powerful than himself - what on earth was happening? Did he hear wrong?

"A loss is a loss," Yao Wenbing looked at the plump man and said straightforwardly.

Xuanyuan Mingkong actually thought highly of Yao Wenbing, appreciating this openness in the young man; to admit his failure so openly in front of so many people requires courage.

"Why exactly did he lose?" the plump man found his brain couldn’t quite catch up; in just a short time, the most outstanding of their younger generation had changed like this.

"Hahaha, this is the strongest of your younger generation? Is this all they’re capable of?" Boss Yang laughed loudly. He originally came with the expectation to see this young person touted by the representatives of the Hidden Family as almost god-like, but now it seems disappointing. On the contrary, it was Mu Can who made a bright impression on him.

That temperament, and a unique aura on his body, an aura that felt familiar to him.

"Have we met somewhere before?" Mr. Yang looked at Mu Can with a curious face.

"Senior must have mistaken me for someone else." Seeing Mr. Yang come over with his master, and it was obvious he’s not one of the Hidden Family, Mu Can didn’t have the aggressive attitude from before, and calmly replied.

"No, no, it’s not wrong, there’s an aura on you that feels familiar to me." Mr. Yang walked a circle around Mu Can, saying with a puzzled face.

"You’re mistaken, don’t you want to spar with them? Hurry up and go." Xuanyuan Mingkong stopped Mr. Yang, knowing Mr. Yang’s background and also aware of the Myriad Spirit Death Order Mu Can carried. If that thing was exposed, and if Mr. Yang decided to kill Mu Can, it would become a tricky matter.

He also blamed himself for not considering this before bringing Mr. Yang along. As expected, he had discovered a clue. This issue should be quickly resolved, or else it would be like a ticking time bomb.

However, Xuanyuan Mingkong was clearly overthinking it. Even if Mu Can now exposed himself carrying the Myriad Spirit Death Order, several Elders from Wanling Mountain wouldn’t dare touch a hair on Mu Can’s head.

Mu Can cultivated the most orthodox Dragon Clan Technique. As the Divine Beasts among beasts, the aura of a Divine Beast had an overwhelming effect on Demon Beasts. If Mu Can were to reveal the Mystic Dragon Nine Revolutions in front of the Demon Beast clan, he would definitely be treated as an honored guest. Not to mention attacking him, it wouldn’t be impossible for them to revoke the Myriad Spirit Death Order.

"Alright, young brother, we should have a drink together when I get back." Mr. Yang still looked at Mu Can with a face full of doubts, but since Xuanyuan Mingkong had said so, he could only start to confront the members of the Hidden Family.

"Come on then, are you coming together, or coming together." He extended his middle finger to the representatives of the Hidden Family, gesturing with a relaxed look on his face.

"Ignorant junior." When had this group ever been treated like this?

Being openly slighted by the junior Mu Can, since Xuanyuan Mingkong was present and Mu Can was a junior, they couldn’t confront him directly; each one was holding back a flame in their hearts. Now facing Mr. Yang, who looked defiant, they wished they could strike him down immediately.

"Taking me on together? Do you think you can handle it?" Mr. Yang looked about the peak level of a Martial Venerate, around the same level as Yao Wenbing here, yet he was so arrogant to challenge the entire group; this seemed to them like a suicidal act.

"Let’s not waste time, come on at once. I still need to have a drink with the young brother after." Mr. Yang took the lead in jumping onto the stage, dug at his ear, then gestured towards the people again with his fingers.

The representatives of the Hidden Family couldn’t stand it any longer and leaped onto the stage one after another, swarming towards Mr. Yang.

"Sky Bomb Seal." Mr. Yang didn’t rush as he was faced with the crowd’s attack, leisurely pulling out a small seal from his chest and tossing it into the air.

The seal swelled against the wind and in an instant, it expanded like a mountain covering the sky.

Boom!

The Sky Bomb Seal smashed down fiercely, and the representatives from the Hidden Family spat out blood, the Seal then shrank and flew back into Mr. Yang’s hand, where he put it away.

"It’s all trash."

*Stab*

Hearing Mr. Yang’s words, all those who were wounded spat out blood far away.

There wasn’t supposed to be such bullying.