Martial Master

The assessment of the grand competition was held in the huge square outside the Alchemy Pavilion. Early in the morning, it was already crowded with a large flow of people.

Even some royal-level forces from the Northern Heavenly Domain received the news and sent experts to gather here.

The Alchemy City is the center of pill trading in the Northern Heavenly Domain. Every year, the pills that spread out from here number in the hundreds of millions. The establishment of a Holy Son in the Alchemy City is a significant event for every royal-level force surviving in the Northern Heavenly Domain.

It pertains to their future interests.

This also led to the Alchemy City being overcrowded, filled with powerful individuals.

Even top royal-level forces, such as the Tian Luo Dynasty, had experts come to observe this grand event.

Qin Chen's gaze swept across, and he saw many Martial Emperors. However, he hardly recognized anyone. Just as he was about to retract his gaze, he suddenly froze.

He actually spotted a familiar face.

This familiar face was none other than Yan Shijiu, the sect master of the Demon Sword Sect. Beside him stood several imposing experts, among which the auras of two were the most terrifying.

Both were elderly men with grayish-brown hair and beard. One's aura was like a breaking heaven sword, soaring into the clouds, while the other was as immovable as a towering mountain.

In front of these two, even Yan Shijiu, the sect master of the Demon Sword Sect, showed great respect, acting almost like a subordinate.

"What are they doing here?" Qin Chen furrowed his brows.

It should be noted that the Demon Sword Sect was indeed tens of thousands of miles away from here. To arrive in just ten days, even a Martial Emperor using a teleportation array would have to hurry without rest.

Given their effort to come here, they couldn't just want to watch him compete, right?

Qin Chen let out a cold laugh and didn’t take it to heart. Although he had killed the Xufeng Martial Emperor of the Demon Sword Sect, this was the Alchemy City, and he was also the Pill King of the Alchemy Pavilion. He didn’t believe the Demon Sword Sect would dare to cause any trouble in the Alchemy City.

Retracting his gaze, Qin Chen turned to leave.

Down below, when Yan Shijiu and the others saw Qin Chen, they all opened their mouths in shock, especially Yan Shijiu, whose eyes widened in disbelief.

Although they had received news about the turmoil in the Alchemy City and that the new Holy Son, who was about to compete with the deputy pavilion master, was named Qin Chen, they never dared to connect the two.

A swordsmanship genius from a remote area suddenly transformed into a Pill King competing for the position of Holy Son in the Alchemy City—who could believe it?

Particularly Yan Shijiu, who had conversed with Qin Chen before, now felt as if he was in a dream upon seeing Qin Chen's familiar face, feeling it was too surreal and illusory.

Even though he was the sect master of the royal-level Demon Sword Sect, which was not weak among the many royal-level forces in the Northern Heavenly Domain, he was still far behind the Holy Son of the Alchemy City.

A Holy Son of the Alchemy City was enough to make the rulers of all royal-level forces in the Northern Heavenly Domain curry favor, while he, as a sect master of a royal-level force, might not have that capability.

"Yan Shijiu, is this person really Qin Chen?" the ancestor of the Demon Sword Sect, the Fengyun Sword Emperor, asked coldly from the side.

"Yes, ancestor, it is indeed him." Yan Shijiu quickly bowed.

"Hmph, he killed my Demon Sword Sect’s Xufeng Martial Emperor and still dares to challenge the three deputy pavilion masters of the Alchemy Pavilion. This kid truly has some guts."

Fengyun Sword Emperor snorted but showed no fluctuation in his expression, making it impossible to discern his inner feelings.

As time passed, the three deputy pavilion masters of the Alchemy Pavilion finally appeared, sitting atop the high platform with indifferent expressions.