"My name is Hun Yong. May I ask what I should call you?" Hun Yong grinned through gritted teeth, clutching his swollen cheek as he painfully released control of twenty thousand soul corpses from the soul mist.
"People call me the Eastern Alchemy Saint." Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly, swept the soul mist over the soul corpses Hun Yong had handed over, and took them in.
"An Alchemy Saint? What rank?" Hun Yong's expression stiffened.
He had never imagined that the man who had just crushed him so effortlessly was an Alchemy Saint. Judging by Lu Xiaotian's confident tone, his attainments in alchemy must be considerable.
"Fourth rank."
Hiss. The other controllers of the soul mists all drew in sharp breaths.
"F-fourth rank? You really are a fourth-rank Alchemy Saint?" Hun Yong asked, startled and incredulous.
"You're a defeated opponent. What would Eastern Alchemy Saint gain by lying to you?" Shun Mu said disdainfully.
Before, if Shun Mu had taunted him like this, Hun Yong would certainly have taught him a lesson. But he had just been taught one himself—how could he have the nerve to fight Shun Mu again? Besides, he wasn't in the mood for it now.
"A fourth-rank Alchemy Saint? Good, good! I wonder if Eastern Alchemy Saint has ever heard of the Soul-Shadow Golden Corpse Pill?" Hun Yong asked excitedly.
"I was once a human Golden Immortal. Later, I killed the Salivating Soul Stone Spirit that controlled this soul mist and took its place. I don't know much about Salivating Soul Stone Spirits or anything related to soul corpses. I've never heard of the Soul-Shadow Golden Corpse Pill." Lu Xiaotian shook his head.
"I have the pill formula, and I can also provide the materials needed to make it. Would Eastern Alchemy Saint be interested in refining