Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1732 - 1723: Gui Jin Audience

"What do you mean by that?"

Hearing Mu Xi’s words, Zhao Yiran couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Only to see Mo Wangchen smile faintly and say, "If it’s only the Eighth Grade of the Holy Rank, then aiming for the first place is indeed unqualified."

Whether in Alchemy Dao or Martial Arts, Mo Wangchen had never conceded to anyone.

And long ago, he had already reached the Ninth Grade of the Holy Rank in perception, his mastery was beyond question.

Not to mention a mere Eighth Grade Yao Xincheng, even those four who claim supremacy in the Medicine World likely couldn’t surpass him.

"This..."

However, Lin Bai and Emperor Huang naturally knew Mo Wangchen’s mastery in Alchemy Dao, but Zhao Yiran was completely unaware. Listening to their words, his face couldn’t help but show a series of startled expressions.

That was an Eighth Grade Alchemist of the Holy Rank, not the Eighth Grade of the Mortal Rank. In the entire Chaos Universe, among the younger generation, there might not be a second person who has reached such a height, right?

"Get out of the way! Clear the way for me!"

While Zhao Yiran was puzzled, suddenly, from the street ahead came a burst of chaos.

A war chariot sped rapidly, recklessly charging forward, disregarding the cultivators on the street. Many people hurriedly dodged. It was a luxurious chariot pulled by Ancient Alien Species, ferocious with sharp fangs. If accidentally struck, even a God Realm expert would suffer severe injuries.

"Clear the way, clear the way, the world’s number one pharmacist is arriving in Heavenly Heart City. If accidentally injured or killed, feel free to find me. This pharmacist’s medical skills are superb; there’s no illness in the world I can’t cure!"

At the front of the chariot, a young woman shouted loudly. She wore black brocade, a cloak covering her back, carrying a luxurious golden box emitting a faint dark red light. On the box was engraved the word ’Returning,’ the gold radiating dazzlingly.

"Where did this brazen girl come from, claiming to be the world’s number one pharmacist, daring to recklessly ride through the bustling city! Truly lacking in manners!"

A white-robed elder almost got hit by the chariot. At this moment, he coldly snorted while watching the chariot speed away.

"Daoist fellow, be careful with your words. This is the little ancestor of the Yao Clan, the sister of the Northern Emperor, Yao Xincheng." Another elder beside him couldn’t help but remind.

"Northern Emperor Yao Xincheng?!"

Upon hearing this name, the white-robed elder was shocked, his gaze terrified as he looked again in the direction of the chariot, "She is the Northern Emperor’s younger sister, Scumbag Yao?"

"Quickly move aside, those in front! Didn’t you hear? Could it be you know this great pharmacist’s skills and trust that even if you’re injured, I can cure you?"

The speeding chariot finally reached the street corner where Mo Wangchen and his group stood. The driver, Scumbag Yao, seeing they had no intention of moving aside, couldn’t help but speak again, "Move quickly, this great pharmacist is in a hurry to go to the Jiang Family for medical treatment, no time to deal with you!"

"What a brazen girl, claiming to be the world’s number one pharmacist, perhaps spoiled without ever being taught a lesson?"

Lin Bai couldn’t help but frown, watching the chariot recklessly charging forth. The two Ancient Alien Species pulling the chariot, resembling lions with enormous physiques and brown fur, surrounded by faint Holy Light, stood still in front of Mo Wangchen and Lin Bai. Suddenly, the two Ancient Alien Species, as if provoked, let out an earth-shattering roar, quickening their pace and charging fiercely.

"Holy Snow Demon Lions!"

Zhao Yiran, on the contrary, couldn’t help but change his expression upon seeing the two Ancient Alien Species pulling the chariot.

This was an extremely rare Ancient Alien Beast, born in the early Chaos era. At that time, Holy Snow Demon Lions were abundant, one of the most powerful races in this world. But later, the world changed, and such Ancient Alien Species gradually died out. Now, the surviving Holy Snow Demon Lions in the Ten Thousand Realms are few in number.

Yet in the Medicine World, there are two living Holy Snow Demon Lions, tamed in the early years by the Yao Clan’s ancestors. For many years, whenever the Holy Snow Demon Lions appeared, it indicated the Yao Clan’s elder had personally come.

"If I’m not mistaken, this woman is the sister of the Northern Emperor, Yao Xincheng, known as Scumbag Yao. Spoiled by the Yao Clan since childhood, always arrogant and unreasonable, but... she’s not the key. Inside the chariot, there might be another big figure!" Zhao Yiran said.

Mo Wangchen frowned, "Whether it’s the Northern Emperor or the Medicine Venerable, driving a chariot like this is too much. Aren’t they afraid of hurting innocent people?"

"If you don’t move aside now, and get swallowed alive by the Holy Snow Demon Lions later, not even this great pharmacist can save you." Scumbag Yao said again on the chariot.

"Buzz..."

Almost at the instant Scumbag Yao’s voice fell, Mo Wangchen moved. The void trembled slightly, and then the Dao Heaven Sword appeared in his hand.

"Screech..."

A flash of purple sword light, an astonishing sword scar tearing through the street ahead.

Only to see Mo Wangchen standing with his sword, still with no intention of retreating, his gaze peacefully watching the swiftly approaching chariot, completely ignoring the roar of the two Holy Snow Demon Lions, saying faintly, "If you dare to drive the chariot across this line, I will take both the chariot and you down with my sword."

"What an arrogant guy, swallow him alive for me!"

Hearing Mo Wangchen’s words, Scumbag Yao felt immensely provoked and ordered the two Holy Snow Demon Lions pulling the chariot.

"Roar!"

The Holy Snow Demon Lions roared, becoming more reckless upon receiving orders, opening their mouths to show sharp fangs, charging towards Mo Wangchen’s direction.

"Boom boom boom..."

The two Holy Snow Demon Lions stomped, their paws pounding the ground, causing the earth to shake uncontrollably.

"Buzz..."

Almost the instant they crossed the sword scar, a cold glint flashed across Mo Wangchen’s narrowed eyes, and he drew his sword instantly.

Purple sword light flared, piercing the eyes like a Scythe of Death God, carrying an extremely terrifying aura, striking horizontally at the two Holy Snow Demon Lions.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, Scumbag Yao couldn’t help but furrow her brows, feeling the terrifying aura contained in Mo Wangchen’s sword, her face showing a now serious expression instead of disdain.

"Returning Blade, Soul Emergence!"

With a delicate shout, a golden large blade emerged from the box on her back, exuding a dark red glow.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

A vast and boundless blade aura instantly enveloped the scene, causing many to hold their breath involuntarily.

Behind Mo Wangchen, Zhao Yiran’s face couldn’t help but change again, "The supreme weapon of the Yao Clan, Returning Blade Scabbard!"