Xiao Yan: Sect Master Yun Yun, You Wouldn't Want Your Master's Reputation Ruined, Would You? (4K)

Above the shattered ruins of the Misty Cloud Sect.

The president of the Alchemist Association, a little old man with what looked like an upside-down furnace perched on his head, sighed with emotion. "A seventh-rank alchemist grandmaster-not just the Jia Ma Empire, but dozens of surrounding empires have never seen one. And at his age... he's already qualified to go to the Central Plains and enter the All-Continent Alchemist Tournament."

"The All-Continent Alchemist Tournament?" Hai Bodong and Jia Xingtian looked at Fa Ma together, their faces blank.

"Indeed. It's a grand gathering of all the alchemists under heaven, hosted by the Pill Tower," Fa Ma said with a wistful expression, stroking his beard.

"One day, this boy will surely break free of this shallow pool and become a true dragon. Perhaps the day he enters that tournament will be the day Xiao Yan's name resounds across the continent..."

"But that's all in the future. Our immediate concern is what to do with these fellows." Fa Ma looked down below. His Alchemist Association was also among the victors, having supplied pills to the main fighting force. Looking again at the Misty Cloud Sect, once flourishing beyond measure and now reduced to this sorry state, he felt the added poignancy of a victor.

Thankfully... we chose the right side.

Had they wavered between both sides like the Mu Family, even the best outcome would probably have been the dissolution of the Alchemist Association and his own expulsion.

"May I ask which magical beast clan you belong to? I am a member of the Soul Hall. If you insist on opposing us, don't blame the Soul Hall for settling accounts afterward and making trouble for the power behind you."

Protector Wu stared fixedly at Nine Nether. Members of the Soul Hall already feared