Invincible Starting From the Nine Dragons Technique

There are three great treasures in the Demon Venerable Burial Ground.

So far, Su Mo had obtained two of them.

If he could get the last one, this trip would be a complete success.

"I do!"

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile answered honestly, "My lord, the last treasure is a type of strange Spiritual Fire."

"An Anomalous Fire?"

Su Mo's eyes lit up.

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile said, "You could call it that. This fire is named the Bone Spirit Demon Fire. Its destructive power is immense—it can melt a powerful Evil Demon at the Martial King Perfection Realm in an instant."

"It's that badass?"

Su Mo asked in surprise.

'If I obtain the Bone Spirit Demon Fire, wouldn't that mean I'd possess the power of a Martial King at Perfection or even Great Perfection, all without the hard work of cultivation?'

'This is a real treasure.'

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile continued, "Besides that, this fire can also be used for alchemy. If you are an Alchemist, my lord, it will be like giving a tiger wings. You could become the most powerful Alchemist in the Northern Profound Domain."

"An Alchemist?"

Su Mo rubbed his nose.

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile comforted him, "Don't be discouraged, my lord. Even if you aren't an Alchemist, subduing the Bone Spirit Demon Fire will still be of great use."

Alchemists were a very rare profession.

Therefore, in the Swamp Ferocious Crocodile's eyes, although Su Mo's strength was unfathomable, he didn't necessarily know how to perform alchemy.

After all, Su Mo was too young.

Besides his cultivation, he couldn't possibly have had the time to study alchemy.

Otherwise, Su Mo would be just too monstrously talented.

Su Mo asked, "Do I not look like an Alchemist?"

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile smiled and shook its head.

It didn't mean to look down on Su Mo.

It was just that becoming an Alchemist not only required immense Soul Power but also extraordinary talent. It wasn't something anyone could become just by wishing for it.

Otherwise, Alchemists wouldn't be so rare.

"If I don't look like one, I don't look like one."

Su Mo didn't dwell on it. Instead, he continued, "Since you know about the Bone Spirit Demon Fire, you should know its location. Let's go. Take me to it."

"Yes!"

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile took the initiative and led the way.

The others followed.

The Evil King walked up to the Swamp Ferocious Crocodile and said, "Old croc, do you look down on our lord?"

"How the hell am I looking down on him?"

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile roared, "Evil King, you son of a bitch, are you just looking for trouble? Not only did you ruin my chance, but you're also trying to stir up discord and target me! Did I eat your family's rice? Did I steal your wife? Do you even have a damn wife?"

"Uh..."

The Evil King retorted, "Why are you overreacting? I was just trying to tell you that you've seriously underestimated our lord."

"Why?"

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile asked, confused.

The Evil King lowered his voice. "Because our lord *is* an Alchemist."

"What?"

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile was stunned.

The Evil King continued, "I saw him refine a cauldron of Top-Grade Elixir Pills with my own eyes. If you don't believe me, ask old Gu and the others."

Gubo and Gu Tong nodded.

Hiss...

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile sucked in a sharp, cold breath and looked at Su Mo in disbelief. "My lord, can it be that you're really an Alchemist?"

"I suppose."

Su Mo said lightly.

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile looked completely baffled.

'What does 'I suppose' even mean?'

'Is he one or not?'

Su Mo said indifferently, "My ambitions lie in the Martial Dao. I only refine a cauldron or two of Elixir Pills occasionally. At best, I can barely be considered half an Alchemist."

"My lord, what grade of Elixir Pills can you refine?" the Swamp Ferocious Crocodile asked.

However, he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

Su Mo had said he could barely be considered half an Alchemist, which must have meant he could only refine the lowest-level First-Grade Elixirs. There was no need to even ask.

'What a pointless question.'

However, Su Mo's next words left it completely stunned.

Su Mo said lightly, "So far, I've only refined two cauldrons of Elixir Pills. One was Fifth Grade, the other was Sixth Grade... no, it should be Seventh Grade."

"Seventh Grade?"

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile was aghast.

'You can refine Seventh-Grade Elixirs and you only consider yourself half an Alchemist?'

'Are you kidding me?'

'If Su Mo is only half an Alchemist, then what does that make those professional Alchemy Masters?'

'Worse than pigs and dogs?'

You have to understand, some Alchemists spend their entire lives unable to refine a Seventh-Grade Elixir, their final skill level capping out at a mere second or third grade.

Compared to Su Mo, hadn't those people just wasted their entire lives?

"My lord, that's the most humble-brag I've ever heard."

The Swamp Ferocious Crocodile said, speechless.

Su Mo just smiled. "Let's keep moving."

With that, Su Mo teleported a thousand meters away.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The moment they left, two figures descended from the sky. It was the Crimson Blood Old Monster and the White-robed Scholar.

HUFF! PUFF!

The two of them were gasping for breath, apparently quite exhausted.

The White-robed Scholar looked around and said, "What's going on? I clearly sensed the presence of several experts here just now. How did they suddenly disappear?"

"They probably ran off!"

The Crimson Blood Old Monster said, wiping away cold sweat and panting weakly.

The White-robed Scholar shook his head. "Impossible. They couldn't have been that fast. Huh... Crimson Blood Old Monster, did you sense it? The Spiritual Qi here feels... off."

"Spiritual Qi?"

The Crimson Blood Old Monster focused his senses and discovered that the surrounding Spiritual Qi was fluctuating wildly, as if an extremely powerful being had been here.

Even more terrifying, there was a spatial vortex in front of them.

The vortex was filled with a massive amount of Spiritual Qi.

The Crimson Blood Old Monster exclaimed in shock, "This spatial vortex is actually human-shaped! Could it be that those people left through it?"

"That's impossible!"

The White-robed Scholar's expression was grave. "Although this spatial vortex is human-shaped, it's too small and it's disappearing rapidly."

"Maybe... someone smashed their way through?" the Crimson Blood Old Monster said hesitantly.

He immediately shook his head.

'The thought was too insane.'

To smash a spatial passage with one's physical body to teleport... such a terrifying being couldn't possibly exist in this world.

However, the White-robed Scholar thought it made sense.

When he had been sensing them earlier, he had discovered that one of them was exceptionally terrifying, with power as unfathomable as an abyss.

'That person is definitely beyond the Martial Emperor Realm.'

The White-robed Scholar cupped his fists and said, "I wonder which Martial Emperor my lord is cultivating here? Might you be willing to show yourself?"

"A Martial Emperor?"

The Crimson Blood Old Monster was dumbfounded. "White-robed Scholar, have you lost your mind? What Martial Emperor Powerhouse would be here?"

There isn't a single Martial Emperor in the entire Northern Profound Domain.

And Martial Emperors from other Profound Domains wouldn't come here either. They're already Martial Emperors; they don't need to risk their lives picking Blood Bodhi to raise their realm.

Unless they're just bored and have nothing better to do.

But the White-robed Scholar was persistent. "Senior Martial Emperor, this junior is the White-robed Scholar from the Northern Profound Domain. I implore you to show yourself, Senior."

THUD!

To show his sincerity, the White-robed Scholar dropped directly to his knees.

However, he knelt for a long time, but no one appeared.

The surroundings were perfectly still; not even the rustle of grass in the wind could be heard.

How could he have known that Su Mo had already teleported ten thousand meters away by now?

"Could my senses have been wrong?"

The White-robed Scholar was very confused.

'Impossible!'

His sensory abilities were famously powerful, ranking among the best in the Northern Profound Domain. Almost no one could surpass him in this regard.

Besides, the terrifying fluctuations of Spiritual Qi still lingered in the air.

The White-robed Scholar rose to his feet. "Since Senior is unwilling to appear, please forgive this junior's impertinence. I will take my leave now."

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