"I'm already an intermediate alchemist, and I've joined the Divine Elixir Alliance. It's generous of me not to cause you trouble. What can you possibly do to me?"
Zong Yue straightened his back and cast Lu Xiaotian a disdainful glance, though his eyes lingered mostly on Luo Ping'er's graceful figure. His confidence had its reasons. No matter how talented a cultivator was, they couldn't advance equally in both alchemy and cultivation. Even a genius like his grandfather had first achieved great success in alchemy. Only after attaining the corresponding status and gaining access to abundant resources had his cultivation gradually risen.
This fellow, who called himself Dongfang Bai, looked young. His attainments in alchemy far surpassed Zong Yue's, and even if his cultivation was a little higher, he had probably forced it upward through some secret method. Cultivation gained through anything other than normal practice often amounted to little more than an impressive level on paper, with mediocre combat strength to match.
Since childhood, he had enjoyed resources far beyond what cultivators of the same rank could imagine. So what if he'd indulged himself a little? He had several protective treasures on him. Zong Yue had always thought highly of himself, and judged others by his own standards. What could this dark-faced fellow possibly do to him?
"I wouldn't have guessed that a good-for-nothing like you had actually advanced." A playful smile flickered across Lu Xiaotian's face.
"Kid, you're asking for death!" Zong Yue's expression darkened. He couldn't stand having his dignity trampled in front of a beauty.
Zong Yue gritted his teeth. So be it. I'll show this beauty that the dark-faced kid is nothing but an embroidered pillow.
Before Zong Yue could react, the dark-faced young man across from him sent a palm strike flying from afar. A