Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Chapter 40: The Second Prince's Demise

"Sorry, the shop is closed. If you want to buy pills, please come back tomorrow."

Meylan said calmly, looking at Stan.

Hearing these words, the smile on Stan's face froze.

For a moment, he didn't know where to put his right foot.

"Wow, this shop is bold! The Second Prince himself comes in person, and they actually dare not let him in."

"I used to think this shop was just expensive, but I didn't realize they had the guts to block the Second Prince. Aren't they courting death?"

"Looks like this shop is going to be demolished today. This is the first time I've seen a place in the Holy City where the Second Prince is not allowed. How can they show him such disrespect?"

The crowd of onlookers whispered to each other.

Stan's expression darkened.

He was the Second Prince, and the Holy City was part of the royal domain. Yet, here was someone bold enough to ignore him.

"What if I insist on coming in?"

Stan snorted, stepping his right foot directly into the shop.

Now fully inside, Stan glanced provocatively at Sylvus and Meylan.

"I'm inside now. What are you going to do about it?"

Meylan almost laughed at Stan's behavior.

He had lived many years but had never seen a prince so eager to die.

"Boss, should I kill him?"

Meylan asked Sylvus.

Kill him?

Hearing those words, Stan's heart skipped a beat.

Although Meylan's tone was calm, for some reason, Stan felt that he was serious.

"What are you trying to do?"

At the same time, the soldiers at the entrance heard Meylan's words.

Their auras flared, ready to attack Meylan if he dared to lay a hand on Stan.

"He's a prince. Why bother killing him?"

Sylvus asked Meylan with a smile.

Sylvus wasn't afraid, but he felt there was no point in killing Stan. He had no interest in such petty fame.

"Hmph, don't worry. I won't make a big deal out of it. All you need to—"

Hearing Sylvus' words, Stan felt relieved, and a smile appeared on his face once more.

He thought Sylvus was scared.

After all, he was a prince. If anyone dared to touch him, they would face the wrath of the entire Bork Empire. No one would be foolish enough to take such a risk.

Meylan, however, ignored Stan because he knew that his boss was a ruthless person.

Sure enough, before Stan could finish speaking, Sylvus said coldly:

"Cripple him first, then break every bone in his body. If anyone tries to stop us, deal with them too. My only requirement is that they stay alive."

*Gasp...*

Although Meylan knew his boss was ruthless, he was still shocked by Sylvus' words.

The boss was as ruthless as ever—same old style, same old approach.

Crippling someone's cultivation was already enough to destroy them.

But breaking every bone in their body? That would be enough to drive a person mad from the pain.

"W-what did you say? You—"

Stan was shocked by Sylvus' words. Wasn't this man supposed to be scared of him?

Yet he dared to threaten to cripple him and break all his bones?

"You'd better not move. The boss's demands are high. If you move and I accidentally kill you, it'll be hard for me to explain to him."

Meylan said with a smile, studying Stan closely.

He was already deciding where to start.

"Guards! Kill them!"

Stan trembled, yelling in a panic, and tried to run outside.

*Boom, boom, boom...*

In the next moment, over a hundred soldiers, who had been ready for battle, launched their magical attacks towards the shop.

"Spatial Imprisonment!"

*Hum...*

But just then, Meylan muttered softly.

Immediately, the space around them froze, including the magical attacks in the air. The soldiers were also immobilized.

With a wave of Meylan's hand, the magical attacks vanished, and he appeared directly in front of Stan.

At that moment, Stan's eyes were filled with terror as he looked at Meylan.

Although space was frozen, time was still flowing, so Stan was fully conscious.

"You can't move now. Let's cripple your cultivation first."

*Bang...*

As Meylan finished speaking, he struck Stan's body with a palm.

In an instant, Stan's aura began to plummet. Within three seconds, his Grand ArchMage-level cultivation was reduced to nothing.

Because of the spatial imprisonment, Stan couldn't scream in pain.

However, the twitching of his facial muscles showed just how much agony he was in.

And this was only the beginning.

"Let's start by breaking your leg bones."

*Crack...*

"Now your ankle bones."

*Crack, crack...*

"Next, your spine."

*Crack, crack, crack...*

"Then, let's move on to..."

One after another, the crisp sound of breaking bones echoed. Stan's eyes were bloodshot, his veins bulging as unbearable pain engulfed his entire body.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even scream.

If not for Meylan periodically infusing him with a bit of magic, Stan would have fainted long ago.

"That should do it."

After breaking Stan's arm bones, Meylan nodded in satisfaction.

Then, his gaze suddenly fell on Stan's head.

"Boss, should I break his skull too?"

Hearing this, the corner of Sylvus' mouth twitched.

If you really break his skull, would this guy even survive?

"No need, just treat the others the same way," Sylvus shook his head and said.

"Got it, boss."

With that, Meylan began darting through the ranks of over a hundred soldiers.

The sound of bones cracking echoed continuously. After about half an hour, all the soldiers had been crippled.

"Scream as much as you want."

Meylan smirked and waved his right hand, causing the spatial imprisonment to disappear.

"Ahhhhhh…"

In the next second, over a hundred soldiers collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, their screams echoing through the alley.

The sight terrified the onlookers, whose faces turned pale.

"What happened? How did all these people end up like this? They seem to be completely crippled."

"My god, this shop is too ruthless. They even dared to cripple the Second Prince! They're not showing any respect to the Bork Empire at all."

"They're dead for sure. Once the Emperor hears of this, he'll be furious."

The crowd was in an uproar, fearfully eyeing Sylvus and Meylan.

If they could cripple the Second Prince, what chance did anyone else have?

"With so many people crippled and their bones broken, I should be able to get two billion magic crystals out of this."

Sylvus thought to himself as he watched the scene unfold.

Killing this group would be as easy as a glance for him.

But it wouldn't accomplish much.

It was much better to do things this way. Not only could it establish his authority, but he could also extort a good amount of money.

Of course, the latter was the real reason.

"What's going on here?"

At that moment, a new group of people rushed into the alley.

Upon seeing them, the onlookers' eyes lit up.

"It's the Law Enforcement Hall! This shop is finished. The Law Enforcement Hall is notorious for its ruthless methods. Once someone is taken there, they rarely come out alive. Even if they do, they're either insane or near death."

Sylvus glanced at the newcomers and recognized them as members of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The leader was none other than Reggie, one of the captains who had visited Sylvus' shop before.

"You're just in time. Take all these people away. They're too noisy," Sylvus said calmly to Reggie.

Reggie quickly looked down at the ground, where over a hundred people lay. His face turned pale when he saw the Second Prince, Stan, among them.

Why is the Second Prince here?

Reggie, as a captain of the Law Enforcement Hall, had been patrolling the area when he noticed the large crowd and heard the screams. That's why he had come in to investigate.

But he never expected that the person screaming in agony would be the Second Prince.

What's worse, it seemed that Sylvus was responsible for this.

If it had been anyone else, Reggie would have already ordered his men to arrest the perpetrator.

The Second Prince being in such a state was bad enough, and since he was on patrol, it would definitely come back to him if investigated.

But the problem was that the culprit was Sylvus—the same man who had crippled Reggie with a single slap.

Not to mention the fact that a Nine-Star Saint ArchMage was also in the shop. Even if the entire Law Enforcement Hall showed up, they wouldn't be a match for him.

While the onlookers waited for the Law Enforcement Hall to arrest Sylvus and Meylan, Reggie couldn't even bring himself to make eye contact with Sylvus.

"What are you waiting for? Take the Second Prince and the others away."

"But, Captain, what about those two…?"

One of his subordinates asked hesitantly, glancing at Sylvus and Meylan.

*Slap...*

Before the man could finish, Reggie slapped him across the face and scolded him.

"I'm the captain, or are you? Who gave you the right to question my decisions?"

The other members of the Law Enforcement Hall looked at their captain in shock.

What was going on? Why wasn't he arresting the culprits, and why was he hitting his own men?

But Reggie was thinking, *If you idiots want to die, don't drag me down with you. If we make a move, no one here will survive.*

That slap had probably saved many lives.

With everyone still in shock, Reggie put on a smile and approached Sylvus.

"Boss, I apologize. My subordinate doesn't know any better. Please don't take it to heart."

"What's going on? The Law Enforcement Hall doesn't dare to arrest these two? Who are they?"

"Even the Second Prince has been crippled, yet the Law Enforcement Hall won't make a move. This shop is unbelievably powerful."

"I've never seen anything like this. The Law Enforcement Hall just recently confiscated an imperial minister's entire estate without hesitation."

Reggie could hear the murmurs from the crowd, but inside, he was deeply troubled.

The Second Prince had been crippled, and of course, he wanted to arrest the culprit.

But the culprit was Sylvus. How could he dare?

"Alright, you can take them away now. Oh, and if they want to recover, I have pills in my shop that can heal their injuries."

Sylvus said as he turned to walk back into his shop, leaving a parting remark.

"Meylan, close the shop."

"Got it, boss."

Meylan smiled and shut the door, leaving the group of confused people standing in the alley.