The Yin-Yang Elder, Lin Cheng's Fury

Lin Cheng's gaze turned cold. He took a deep breath, choosing not to strike immediately.

His divine sense continued to probe the other two locations.

The second location was a secret chamber.

The chamber was sparsely furnished, containing only a plain stone bed upon which a gloomy-looking old man sat cross-legged.

Judging by the fluctuations radiating from his body, he was a powerhouse at the seventh level of the Xiantian realm.

The old man wore a black-and-white Daoist robe. His eyes were tightly shut, and a stream of sinister, swirling energy was being continuously drawn into his body.

He repeated this process over and over.

"Yin-Yang Elder."

With a single glance, Lin Cheng identified the man; he was none other than the ancestor of the Yin-Yang Valley.

He was no good, either.

Among the ten great sects, the Blood-Oath Sect, the Yin-Yang Valley, and the Mystic Pill Sect could all be considered tumors of the Southern Region.

Even though the Mystic Pill Sect appeared righteous on the surface, they were, in reality, always profiting from war.

They monopolized medicinal pills and drove up prices.

Every time a major battle broke out on the front lines, it was a time for the elders and disciples of the other ten sects to bleed, while the Mystic Pill Sect grew rich.

Yet, because medicinal pills were a necessity of war, the consumption was immense.

Therefore, despite their dissatisfaction with the Mystic Pill Sect, the other sects often had no choice but to hold their noses and accept it.

There was no helping it; who could afford to offend an Alchemist?

Sometimes, these rats within the human race were even more detestable than the cruel and bloodthirsty alien races.

Before Lin Cheng could carefully examine the third location, the Yin-Yang Elder suddenly opened his eyes.

At first, Lin Cheng was startled, thinking the man had discovered his surveillance.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that was not the case.

A commotion sounded outside the secret chamber, resembling a knock at the door.

The Yin-Yang Elder's gloomy face twitched, appearing somewhat excited, though he kept it subtle.

Soon, the door to the secret chamber opened.

In walked a bizarre-looking Old Witch, who was none other than the Lich alien Lin Cheng had observed earlier.

"Sect Master Xue, I have kept you waiting."

The Old Witch's laughter was raspy. Through her form of address, Lin Cheng learned that the Yin-Yang Elder's surname was Xue.

The Yin-Yang Elder stood up, his eyes burning with a feverish intensity as he urged, "How is it? Are the Blood-Qi Pills ready? I can hardly wait any longer! A Xiantian physique, the Ice-Fire Dual Essence Body... just thinking about it makes my mouth water!"

As he spoke, a look of intoxication spread across the old man's wrinkled face.

"This is simply a furnace born for my Yinyang Sect. As long as I use the dual cultivation method to harvest the yin to replenish my yang, I will surely have hope of reaching Foundation Establishment in this lifetime!"

"I never expected that coming to Beast Taming Mountain would yield such an unexpected surprise. This is heaven's will!"

At the mere thought of the young girl's exquisite essence, the Yin-Yang Elder was filled with agitation.

"Rest assured, Sect Master Xue, the items have long been prepared. It is only a pity that by refining the Blood-Qi Pills in such large quantities over a short period, that Black Qilin's lifespan has been severely depleted. I fear it will not live much longer," the Old Witch said with a sigh of regret.

She did not pity the beast's life.

Rather, she regretted that it would be difficult to find such a perfect source for Blood-Qi Pills in the future.

Originally, if they had been careful, they could have used it for at least a few years.

Now, however, it had been exhausted in just a few months.

Xiantian-level demonic beasts were not cabbages; they were powerful, and capturing one alive was no easy feat.

In this endeavor, the Yin-Yang Elder, with his seventh-level Xiantian cultivation, had contributed a great deal of effort.

Hearing this, the Yin-Yang Elder scoffed disdainfully, "It is merely a fourth-level Xiantian demonic beast. As long as it helps me advance to Foundation Establishment, I guarantee your rewards will not be lacking! When the time comes, the ten million human blood-rations we agreed upon shall also be delivered in full."

"That goes without saying." The Old Witch was pleased once more.

Her smile was laced with cruelty: "Indeed, it is just a beast. To be used by Sect Master Xue is its good fortune!"

Every word of their conversation fell into Lin Cheng's ears.

He was instantly incensed!

So that was it; this old bastard was targeting Meng Tangtang's Ice-Fire Dual Essence Body!

Lin Cheng had originally intended to wait a while before making his move.

But now, seeing someone insult his disciple, this was a grievance he absolutely could not tolerate!

The next second.

The two, who had been chatting happily, suddenly felt a palpitation in their hearts.

They felt an invisible, immense terror rapidly approaching, shrouding them both.

"Who is it!?"

Yin-Yang Elder was the first to sense something wrong, his formidable cultivation of the seventh level of Xiantian erupting instantly.

Yet, it was to no avail.

The terrifying spiritual energy of his seventh-level Xiantian cultivation vanished silently after extending only a few yards from his body.

It was like a clay ox entering the sea, not causing the slightest ripple.

In that instant, the secret chamber seemed isolated from the world; no matter what power was exerted, it could not be transmitted outward.

Realizing this, cold sweat broke out on Yin-Yang Elder's back.

He became restless and anxious.

Beside him, the Old Witch was even more terrified, feeling as if she were being watched by an invisible pair of eyes, ready to die at any moment.

This constant torment clung to them both.

It was like a form of torture.

This was intentional on Lin Cheng's part.

Death is only a momentary affair; the most terrifying part of an execution is not the head falling, but the split second before the blade descends.

Between life and death lies the true, immense terror.

"Yin-Yang Reincarnation!"

Yin-Yang Elder unleashed his strongest technique, attacking the chamber door frantically, but it had no effect, and an indescribable despair shrouded his heart.

"Damn it! Damn it all, what on earth is going on?"

Having never tasted such despair, Yin-Yang Elder felt he was going insane.

He knew someone must be nearby, and that person's strength was surely far above his own.

To be able to toy with him so easily without even showing their face, the culprit had to be a terrifying existence at the level of a Foundation Establishment Venerable.

Even a peak Xiantian expert did not have this capability!

"Impossible, when have I ever offended a Foundation Establishment Venerable, enough for them to come specifically to deal with me?"

Yin-Yang Elder felt wronged, believing he had done nothing and was suffering an inexplicable disaster.

He did not feel he was at fault in the slightest.

In his view, taking Meng Tangtang, with her innate constitution, as a cauldron was only natural.

Are the weak not meant to serve the strong?

This was the law of survival!

"Senior, let's talk this over!"

"I am the Sect Master of the Yinyang Sect in the Yin-Yang Valley of the Southern Region. As long as you show mercy, Senior, name your demands and I will surely do whatever it takes, even going through fire and water!"

Yin-Yang Elder shouted loudly.

Yet, he found no one responded to him; only the invisible restrictive power around him continued to torment his mind.

Everything was silent.

He felt as if he had been isolated in another world, alone, left only to wait slowly for death.

"No!"

Thinking of that miserable and terrifying end, Yin-Yang Elder went mad and began to strike out at his surroundings indiscriminately, sparing nothing.

He unleashed his seventh-level Xiantian cultivation without reservation.

The Old Witch of the alien race was caught in an indiscriminate attack and was blasted into a mist of blood on the spot, dying with her eyes wide open.

Gradually, after a bout of venting, Yin-Yang Elder fell into complete despair.

That mysterious existence had no intention of acknowledging him at all.

They wouldn't kill him, just keep him trapped like this.

They left him a sliver of hope so he wouldn't collapse immediately, yet filled his heart with despair.

He was constantly teetering on the edge of hope and despair.

Yin-Yang Elder felt as if his entire body were being gnawed by ants, an unbearable sensation.

And this was exactly what Lin Cheng wanted him to endure.

If he had simply killed him, it would have been too easy.

Only by letting him die in endless despair could his own anger be slightly appeased.