Dragon God Supreme

"On the Alchemist’s side, Limoyang encountered Lin Haitian from the Martial Soul Holy Palace."

"On the Artifact Refiner’s side, Zhao Wuya encountered Zhumu Yan from the Demon Clan."

"On the Inscription Master’s side, Gefeng encountered Yangmubai from the Soul-Pillar Pagoda."

"All three have been specifically targeted; their opponents possess extremely powerful soul power, making victory impossible. Zhumutian, Xiayuqing, and Xue Qingye’s opponents are very weak, ensuring their smooth progression. Nangong Xuan is truly devious."

Seeing the positions on the field, Feng Wuchen immediately guessed it was Nangong Xuan’s doing, feeling a surge of nameless anger.

In other words, the advancement matches are elimination rounds for Limoyang and the others!

The crushing soul power is enough to prevent them from successfully refining.

If there were no suppression from soul power, it might still be a contest.

Chu Tianshu smiled faintly and said, "Supreme Leader, the Alchemist’s conference is hosted by Nangong Xuan, so naturally, he calls the shots. In the end, it’s either the Soul-Pillar Pagoda or the Martial Soul Holy Palace; the Demon Clan is forever third."

"What meaning does this Alchemist’s conference have? Does the Pagoda Master not care?" Feng Wuchen’s eyes flashed with cold light.

"The competition is just a small part, just mutual trials. The conference is more about exchanging insights. Nangong Xuan, as the Martial Soul Holy Palace’s elder and also the elder at the Soul-Pillar Pagoda, leaves Wuxianzi and the others with no choice but to turn a blind eye."

"But this time, Nangong Xuan has definitely gone too far with his targeting."

Chu Tianshu was indifferent to whatever first place meant, but Nangong Xuan’s blatant actions made Chu Tianshu’s old face extremely embarrassed.

Anyone with half a brain could see it.

This is definitely not a coincidence.

It was deliberate targeting!

"The opponents Xue Qingye and Xiayuqing face are very weak, while the ones Limoyang and the others face are all very strong."

"It’s clear as day that the Dragon God Holy Temple is being targeted; they injured Zhumutian earlier, and now there’s a chance for revenge, obviously arranged by Elder Nangong Xuan."

"Just know it; don’t say it so loudly."

All the Alchemists present understood it in their hearts but dared not shout it aloud; nobody wanted to provoke Nangong Xuan.

"Zhao Wuya, are you ready?" Zhumu Yan smiled mockingly, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

Limoyang and the others had also realized they were being targeted, their expressions extremely gloomy.

"Nangong Xuan, that shameless old bastard!" Limoyang cursed under his breath, face darkening with anger until it felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"Abandon the competition." Just then, Feng Wuchen’s calm voice sounded.

At these words, everyone present was stunned, their bewildered gazes simultaneously turning towards Feng Wuchen.

Limoyang and the three exchanged a glance with Feng Wuchen, then without any hesitation, left the plaza directly.

This kind of competition was utterly meaningless, a complete waste of time.

The many alchemists present inwardly agreed.

"Zhumutian, you won’t be facing us anymore; we couldn’t care less about this kind of competition, take your time fighting among yourselves." Limoyang coldly smirked disdainfully.

Zhuchenxin looked at Chu Tianshu, smugly smiling coldly, "Elder Chu, why did you give up? Could it be that the genius alchemists of the Dragon God Holy Temple are afraid of the Demon Clan’s genius alchemists?"

Chu Tianshu completely ignored Zhuchenxin.

"Elder Chu, is abandoning the competition your decision?" Nangong Xuan asked calmly, expressionless.

Wuxianzi and Qingxuzi appeared awkward but said nothing.

"Since they’re bound to lose, why continue competing? Isn’t it just self-inflicted suffering?" Chu Tianshu laughed indifferently, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm.

When Limoyang and the others returned, Feng Wuchen discreetly handed them a peculiar crystal stone.

"Don’t ask for now; keep it safe, and don’t let others see." Feng Wuchen whispered.

Limoyang and the others didn’t know what the treasure was but didn’t ask further, immediately storing it in their storage rings.

Yet, the moment they held it, they felt a wave of soul power, shaken to the core.

"Elder Chu, you oughtn’t say such things. The Alchemist’s contest greatly benefits their realm’s improvement; should you reconsider?" Nangong Xuan continued.

"Grand Elder Nangong Xuan, how about we strike a deal?" Feng Wuchen suddenly asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their astonished gazes onto Feng Wuchen.

"Who is this guy? Never seen him before; could he be Elder Chu’s disciple?"

"A deal? What is this kid thinking? By seniority, he lacks the qualifications to speak, utterly disrespectful."

"This kid is brazen! He actually dares address Grand Elder Nangong Xuan directly by name."

All major forces’ alchemists were extremely curious.

"A deal?" Wuxianzi raised an eyebrow, pondering, "This lad indeed isn’t simple; if he’s a disciple, would he dare act without consulting Elder Chu?"

Nangong Xuan glanced at Feng Wuchen, asking calmly, "What sort of deal?"

Feng Wuchen smiled, "If you’re willing to redraw lots, they continue competing, and I assure you they’ll win, what do you say?"

"Assure they’ll win?"

"This kid really dares say that!"

"Doesn’t he know the consequences of doubting Grand Elder Nangong?"

The crowd was stunned, eyes widening, all admiring Feng Wuchen’s audacity.

Xue Qingye and Zhumutian were also taken aback.

Was Feng Wuchen being overly arrogant? He practically dismissed these talented alchemists.

"The Supreme Leader hasn’t made an error, has he? Assure us we can win? What if we draw Xue Qingye? Where does the Supreme Leader’s confidence come from? Could it be that peculiar treasure just now?" Limoyang and the others were astounded, immediately thinking of the peculiar treasure.

Chu Tianshu slightly furrowed his brow, wondering, "Where does the Supreme Leader’s confidence come from? There’s quite a gap in their skills."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Xuan’s face darkened with anger, asking coldly, "Are you questioning me, the elder?"

Feng Wuchen shrugged and laughed, "Honestly, the opponents Limoyang and the others faced, I find it hard to believe it was coincidental. If you didn’t manipulate things, why fear others doubting you?"

"Of course, if Grand Elder Nangong Xuan feels it’s a challenge, then so be it. If you’re unwilling, never mind. I’m just speaking offhand; this competition holds no meaning, giving up isn’t a big deal."

The words had been spoken, everyone present understood. Whether to agree was Nangong Xuan’s decision.

The Dragon God Holy Temple didn’t lose face.

However, if Nangong Xuan refused, the implication would be clear.

"You say you can assure their victory. If they lose, why should I trust you?" Nangong Xuan questioned back.

Feng Wuchen chuckled, "If you redraw lots and they all lose, I’ll kill the three of them in front of everyone. How about it? Does Grand Elder Nangong dare wager?"

This suggestion from Feng Wuchen once again stunned everyone present.

Nangong Xuan froze in place.

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