Martial Master

Wei Jinzhu, a beloved disciple of Vice Pavilion Master Kang Youming from the Alchemy Pavilion, had a master who was one of the three vice pavilion masters of the Northern Sky Domain's Alchemy Pavilion.

The Alchemy City was a force established by the Alchemy Pavilion itself. The so-called three vice pavilion masters were actually the three vice city masters of the Alchemy City, each possessing unfathomable divine might and being one of the three pillars of the Alchemy Pavilion.

Especially now that the pavilion master of the Alchemy Pavilion had entered closed-door training and rarely interfered with the operations of the Alchemy Pavilion and Alchemy City, all matters were delegated to the three vice pavilion masters. This had resulted in the identities and statuses of the three vice pavilion masters becoming increasingly terrifying, with their power being shockingly formidable.

This was also the reason why Wei Jinzhu could easily mobilize the support of mid-level Martial Emperors within the Alchemy Pavilion; his master’s background was indeed somewhat intimidating.

Not to mention that Wei Jinzhu was also one of the three Holy Sons of the Alchemy Pavilion, a person who could potentially take charge of the Alchemy City in the future. Who would dare to casually obstruct someone like him?

In an instant, the several powerful elders who had spoken earlier seemed to collectively change their stance and decided not to interfere.

However, one elder still snorted coldly and said, “Wei Jinzhu, you can discipline others, but don't turn the Alchemy Pavilion into a chaotic mess. The Alchemy Pavilion is not your personal territory.”

Upon hearing that voice, Wei Jinzhu coldly laughed and said, “Elder Jiao, I remember your words. However, what I do is not something Elder Jiao should manage, right? Of course, I can understand that Elder Jiao has not been in a good mood lately. After all, Elder Jiao's lineage's Holy Son of Wen Cheng was unexpectedly killed outside the Alchemy City. Alas, misfortune never comes alone. Although I and Brother Wen Cheng don’t get along, his untimely death also saddens me greatly.”

As he spoke of sadness, a smile curved at the corners of his mouth, and the mockery was evident in his words, with no hint of concealment.

“You…”

Boom!

A terrifying aura swept over, and Elder Jiao instantly erupted in fury. A sharp killing intent accompanied by a terrifying chill enveloped Wei Jinzhu in an instant.

The surrounding alchemists frowned intensely.

Although currently, the Alchemy Pavilion had only three Holy Sons, in reality, there were four Holy Sons originally in the headquarters of the Northern Sky Domain's Alchemy Pavilion. Among these four Holy Sons, three were beloved disciples of the three vice pavilion masters, while one was taken in by an elder of special status within the Alchemy Pavilion.

That elder had actually been a vice pavilion master decades ago, but due to his disciple’s misconduct, he was implicated and demoted to an elder. However, even though he was only an elder, his status was only slightly weaker than that of the three vice pavilion masters.

In recent years, this elder had been heavily suppressed and found it difficult to progress within the Alchemy Pavilion. Thus, he painstakingly cultivated a Holy Son, intending to compete with the three vice pavilion masters.

Moreover, this Holy Son was the most prominent among the four, with the highest talent and the greatest hope of inheriting the legacy of the Alchemy City.

However, who would have thought that not long ago, the Holy Son cultivated by this elder unexpectedly fell outside the Alchemy City, causing an uproar throughout the Alchemy City.

A Holy Son unexpectedly falling resulted in all sorts of rumors circulating. Many believed it was simply an accident, but more speculated that he had been secretly harmed.

This incident had a tremendous impact within the Alchemy City but was surprisingly suppressed by the three vice pavilion masters, becoming a mysterious case. The elder who had raised the Holy Son of Wen Cheng was left in a dire state, his position precarious.