I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 317: 195: The Fear of the True Monarch

Chapter 317: 195: The Fear of the True Monarch

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Seven female cultivators, with hesitant eyes, looked at the indifferent Don Yu and the silent Han Yi. For a moment, they couldn’t tell who was the real one.

In this situation, Dou Yu’s confidence, Han Yi’s temperament, and the sword tool they both carried made it difficult for them to make a simple judgment.

Han Yi, who was caught off guard just now, had returned to his senses. With a single thought, he understood what trick Dou Yu was playing.

“Brother Dou, please return the spirit stones to our fellow cultivators.”

“As for me, Han Yi, I do not accept followers.”

Han Yi was genuinely speechless. Dou Yu was ruining his reputation, but that didn’t matter to him. However, he was representing the Xuandan Sect and the Profound Immortal Pavilion on this trip, and he couldn’t mess up the tasks entrusted to him by Qin Wuxian and Liu Ruyan.

This scoundrel was asking for death. If any other cultivator with a bad temper had encountered this, they would have just killed Dou Yu with a single sword strike.

Dou Yu’s face changed, and the spirit stones that he had just acquired flew away. How could this be possible? He looked at Han Yi and was about to speak when their eyes met.

In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness emerged in his divine soul, and he broke out in a cold sweat, feeling as if he had just taken a trip through the Ghost Gate.

In Han Yi’s eyes, an oppressive aura that made Dou Yu’s divine soul tremble suddenly appeared, and this aura targeted only him, as if he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

“I’ll return it, I’ll return it. Just wait, I’ll return the money.”

Dou Yu didn’t hesitate anymore and returned the spirit stones to the seven female cultivators.

After receiving the spirit stones, the female cultivators looked at Han Yi and suddenly felt that what Dou Yu had just said might be true. The temperament of the cultivator before them was indeed extraordinary, as if it matched the Han Yi who had won a sword wager on Star River Square against Ding Jiansheng of the Chi Xiao Sword Sect.

However, since Han Yi had personally said that he didn’t need followers, even if they wanted to pay money, they couldn’t achieve their goal. They could only glare at Dou Yu bitterly and leave reluctantly.

“Brother Dou, join me on the Immortal Boat.”

A divine sense entered the mind of Dou Yu, who was preparing to quietly slip away. His footsteps halted, he turned around with a forced smile on his face, but it looked worse than crying.

Han Yi sat down without speaking, and Dou Yu didn’t dare to run away any longer.

Now, Dou Yu had come to realize that the cultivator before him might indeed be the one on the Qianlong List.

However, he hadn’t seen the cultivator on Star River Square.

What did this mean?

It meant that the person before him had indeed changed his aura and appearance. And this indirectly indicated that someone might be trying to kill the cultivator, or he was deliberately hiding from someone.

Could it be that he had accidentally guessed the truth?

There’s no way his bad luck could be this bad, right?

Now, his biggest concern was that the cultivator before him was indeed the ninth-ranked Han Yi on the Qianlong List. If it were true, then he had really walked straight into the barrel of a gun.

However, what relieved him was that after an hour, the Immortal Boat departed and, ten days later, arrived at the eighth-tier Immortal Court, Anding Fang.

During the journey, Han Yi didn’t say a word. Dou Yu also didn’t dare to speak or run away, because he was afraid of death.

After getting off the Immortal Boat, Han Yi left without giving Dou Yu a glance, making him completely let his guard down.

But to be on the safe side, Dou Yu hid in an inn in Anding Fang for three months before daring to leave.

On the other hand.

After leaving Anding Fang, Han Yi soared into the sky, his appearance changed once again, and he released his Immortal Boat, leaving Anding Fang.

As for the matter with Dou Yu, it was insignificant to him and merely a small interlude.

When it came to life and death, he was not a magnanimous person.

But such trivial matters were far from making him angry enough to kill.

The journey was uneventful.

Two hours later, he finally returned to the Immortal Pavilion in Nanliang Fang, located in the eighth-tier Immortal Court.

As soon as he returned to the Pavilion, a divine sense transmitted a message.

“Han Yi, ahem… come to the fourth floor of the Immortal Pavilion.” Qin Wuxian’s voice revealed a touch of exhaustion.

Han Yi’s heart tightened. He had just experienced a siege in the Southern Dipper Divine Palace. At this moment, Qin Wuxian summoned him with an exhausted tone, giving Han Yi an uneasy feeling.

Han Yi soared on his sword and went straight to the fourth floor of the Profound Immortal Pavilion.

There were four floors in the Profound Immortal Pavilion, corresponding to the Immortal Pavilion, and following the set-up of the larger merchant bureaus in the Daqin Immortal Country. However, only the first three floors were open for business, serving Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Gold Core cultivators. The fourth floor was a private area.

Seeing Qin Wuxian, Han Yi almost didn’t recognize him, as his complexion was so poor, deathly pale with gray pupils.

Upon meeting Qin Wuxian’s gray pupils, Han Yi couldn’t help but shiver and his pupils shrank.

“Master Qin, what kind of injury have you suffered? How could you be like this?”

Qin Wuxian waved his hand and gestured for Han Yi to sit down.

“Cough, don’t worry, I won’t die.”

“I encountered an old enemy and was caught off guard. But I won’t die.”

The gray pupils of Qin Wuxian were indeed terrifying, but since he had said so, Han Yi also let go of his worries.

On the Master List, Qin Wuxian ranked eighty-eighth. An old enemy who could seriously injure Qin Wuxian would definitely be in the late-stage Golden Core, and their ranking would definitely be higher than him.

“Tell me, how did you fare at the Heavenly Mystery Auction?”

Qin Wuxian looked at Han Yi, who thought for a moment and then began telling the truth. He spoke for a quarter of an hour, narrating every detail.

“Not bad, not bad. On this trip, you have accomplished your task and earned a reputation for the Xuandan Sect. In the future, the business of the Profound Immortal Pavilion should improve.”

“However, it’s not enough.”

“Also, regarding Master Blood River’s matter, since you’ve encountered him, I’ll inform you in advance. After all, with your current strength, you are qualified to know what’s going on inside.”