88: Chapter 89 Heading to the Upper Sect (Part 2)

"Young Miss, our route is highly confidential. In the past, no demonic Cultivators have ever appeared here. How could this happen?"

The maid behind her looked confused and terrified. When she noticed the malicious gazes of the group, she backed away repeatedly.

One must know that those of the Demonic Path are extremely vicious. If a male Cultivator falls into their hands, they are either slaughtered to have their blood essence extracted or refined into a Puppet. Female Cultivators often end up as Cauldron toys for them to play with or are sold off at a high price.

"Alchemist Chen, I have implicated you this time." Yan Xue looked guilty, while a murderous aura appeared on her face.

Seeing the shaken expressions of the two women, Chen Fan smiled faintly: "They are just a few demonic Cultivators at the Qi Refinement Stage; they are not worth mentioning at all."

Hearing this, the two women were bewildered. Even if the three of them used their full strength to cast spells, they would be unable to deal with over a dozen demonic Cultivators at the Late-stage Qi Refining.

Just as they were feeling puzzled, they heard a series of screams from afar.

"Not good, there is a spiritual sense attack." The burly demonic Cultivator leading them changed color drastically and hurriedly circulated his magic power.

However, it seemed to be too late. Rustling sounds echoed all around, and tiny flickers of light emerged.

Hundreds of flying needles, as fast as lightning, shuttled back and forth, heading toward the dozen or so demonic Cultivators.

"You..." The burly demonic Cultivator leading them couldn't react for a long time. With wide, incredulous eyes, he saw that multiple silver needles had already embedded themselves into various parts of his body.

The next moment, his entire Physical Body exploded.

Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his long sleeve, he collected all the Storage Pouches into his possession, then cast a dozen scorching fireballs.

This scene left Yan Xue and the maid greatly shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.

"I refine Medicinal Pills, so my spiritual sense is relatively strong. Just now, it was merely a sneak attack; I won by luck." Having said that, he continued to drink his spiritual tea.

Even if Yan Xue were not smart, facing this situation, she had already guessed most of it. She concluded that the other party's cultivation base was certainly not just at the Peak Qi Refining Stage.

"Could his cultivation base be…?" Thinking of this, she was incredibly shocked.

One must know that foundation establishment pills are priceless and hard to find; low-level Cultivators simply have no qualifications to obtain them.

"If the Qin Family had two Foundation Establishment Cultivators, their strength would increase once again, but…" Yan Xue looked puzzled. She always felt that the Qin Family was too complicated, and that Ancestor of the Qin Family seemed to be staring fixedly at the other party.

At this moment, Chen Fan had already finished the pot of spiritual tea and slowly looked into the distance.

He said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist up ahead, there is no need to be so sneaky."

"There is another Cultivator?" Yan Xue's expression changed slightly.

"I didn't expect you brat to actually be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. However, having slaughtered so many of my subordinates, don't even think about leaving easily."

A flash of light appeared in the distance, and an old man dressed in gray, with eyes tinged with a hint of blood-red, walked out slowly, his face full of mockery.

He was very old, with a hunched back and a face covered in scars. His aura surged violently, full of Killing Intent, as it slowly reached the third level of Foundation Establishment.

Seeing this, Yan Xue turned pale and looked at Chen Fan involuntarily.

She knew Chen Fan was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, but she estimated he had just achieved Foundation Establishment; how could he possibly be a match for the person before them?

Thinking of this, she immediately sent a secret voice transmission: "Alchemist Chen, why don't we…"

"Just leave it to me." Chen Fan's expression was calm, without the slightest fear.

"Want to escape? Not one of you will get away."

The old man's facial muscles twitched slightly. He brought out a massive iron hammer and injected immense magic power into it, its power suddenly increasing.

With a wave of his long sleeve, lightning threads flickered on it, and it attacked rapidly, as fast as lightning.

"Alchemist Chen…" Yan Xue's face was filled with worry.

Just at this moment, Chen Fan slapped his Storage Pouch and brought out the Spiritual Artifact, Thunderclap Ruler.

"Bang!" After a loud noise, in a flash of lightning and flint, he forcefully blocked the massive iron hammer.

"Oh? You have some skills, actually having a Spiritual Artifact on you. However, this item of yours will soon be mine."

Seeing the other party use a Spiritual Artifact, the gray-clothed old man was greatly surprised, and the greed on his face grew even stronger.

His figure swayed, and with a flick of his long sleeves, he brought out multiple long black swords.

The sword blades were sharp, engraved with many strange patterns. After some incantations were made, black mist continuously emerged from them.

"Demon-Suppressing Pagoda."

Seeing the aggressive momentum of the opponent and that the black Flying Swords were extremely strange, Chen Fan slapped his Storage Pouch and brought out a Medium Grade Magical Artifact.

After injecting magic power, the small pagoda suddenly grew larger, emitting golden light, and smashed fiercely toward the opponent's Flying Swords.

"Bang! Bang!" After the loud noises, the small pagoda rumbled, and multiple fine cracks instantly appeared on it.

Under the impact, two of the black Flying Swords were completely shattered.

"Damn it, how dare you damage my Magical Artifact." A look of distress appeared on the gray-clothed old man's face.

Chen Fan smiled coldly, feeling no distress at all. He immediately made incantations and once again unleashed the golden Demon-Suppressing Pagoda to attack.

"Bang!" A huge collision sound rang out again. After repelling the opponent's other two black Flying Swords, the small pagoda finally could not hold on and shattered with a loud crash.

"Brat, do you even know how to use a Magical Artifact?"

The old man smacked his lips. The golden small pagoda had decent power, but the other party didn't know how to cherish it when using it.

Its shattering made him feel a pang of heartache. In his view, once he captured the other party in a moment, this item would be his.

"What a pity, you idiot who wastes heaven's treasures."

Just as he was cursing like this, a "buzzing" sound reached his ears, and he saw a Medium Grade Flying Sword rapidly approaching from not far away.

"What? You actually have so many Medium Grade Magical Artifacts."

The old man noticed that the Flying Sword was of good quality, and his eyes widened: "Brat, you have successfully attracted my attention. It seems I cannot waste any more time."

After nodding repeatedly, he made incantations with both hands and directly brought out a massive black banner.

Swinging it left and right, he chanted incantations, and black mist dispersed all around. Souls flew out from within, emitting bursts of ghostly wails and howls.

"Brat, today I will definitely devour you and make you a member of this Soul Banner."

Having said that, countless souls wandered around, colliding with the flying boat's Restriction and making bursts of noise. After a few breaths, a large number of cracks appeared on it.

"I didn't expect this Soul Banner to be so powerful." Chen Fan's expression darkened, and he placed his hand on the Storage Pouch again.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, the old man laughed repeatedly.

However, just as he was controlling it with all his might, he suddenly revealed a pained expression.

He saw that his body had been pierced, he did not know when, by a small green sword shimmering with lightning threads.

"You actually have a Spirit Treasure?"

It turned out that when the opponent was somewhat careless, Chen Fan had silently brought out a Low Grade Magical Artifact, the small green sword, the Void-Piercing Sword. This item was a Low Grade Spirit Treasure presented by Lv Moran to curry favor with him.

"Brat, you are lucky today. We shall see in the future."

The old man quickly swallowed a blood-red Medicinal Pill and sped off into the distance.

"Escape? You won't get away."

Chen Fan never left enemies alive; he immediately brought out the Xuantian treasure, the blood-devouring sword.

The Flying Sword shimmered with a blood-red hue and slashed toward the opponent with incredible speed.

The next moment, a scream rang out, and the blood essence around the old man was completely sucked dry.

Yan Xue, who had witnessed the entire process of the battle, was completely shocked. Her gaze toward Chen Fan was filled with respect and admiration.

Over these years, there have not been many talented Alchemists, and even fewer with such strength.