“Then thank you in advance, Princess Yun Ya. I have designed a complete alchemy mechanism, but some of the materials are hard to find. I am afraid I must trouble you with that.”
Based on the memories in his mind, Lingxiao had designed an entire alchemy assembly line. It would allow alchemists of lower grades to work together and produce pills far superior to their individual levels.
This assembly line required some automated mechanical equipment. He had already completed the blueprints. The next step was to source the materials and attempt construction.
Once successful, alchemy would become much easier in the future.
Although Princess Yun Ya did not know what this so-called alchemy assembly line was, she believed whatever Lingxiao described would be no ordinary thing. She nodded cooperatively. “Rest assured. Give me the list, and I will find a way to obtain the materials.”
Lingxiao nodded, then handed Yun Ya a detailed list.
“Tsk tsk. The items on this list are not excessively valuable, but they are quite intricate. Others might struggle to find them. Fortunately, this is exactly what our Tianlong Merchant Association does. There will be no problem.”
Yun Ya marvelled at the contents of the list. She almost wished she could immediately see what Lingxiao’s assembly line mechanism would look like.
“Then thank you again. From now on, I will enter seclusion to refine pills. Please help me refuse all visitors, no matter who comes. I will see no one.”
Lingxiao stood up and said.
“No problem. Only, earlier the Biwave Island Master came to negotiate with Lady Moon Maiden and was driven away. I fear he might return.”
Yun Ya frowned.
“It does not matter. Biwave Island is finished. No matter how many people come now, it is meaningless. At present, I only care whether the pills can be successfully refined. Farewell.”
Lingxiao returned to his room, set up a small formation to isolate the space, and began refining pills.
He did not wish to pause for even a moment.
In Sin City, he had witnessed too many powerful forces. If he remained alone, he could never contend against them.
He had to raise the overall strength of the Heavenly Empire.
This was urgent.
…
Biwave Island, with its thousand-li waves and ten-thousand-li sea.
It was a place of pleasant scenery, highly suitable for cultivation.
Yet the sect that had stood for over two hundred years was now shrouded in gloom. Beneath the beautiful landscape, no one had the heart to cultivate or appreciate the view.
Young Island Master Mo Cong stood atop a sheer cliff, four figures in water-blue robes behind him.
His face was livid with rage.
Vice-Island Master Corpse Granny had been killed. Vice-Island Master Seng Li had been killed. Even his father, Mo Chou, had been injured by the Moon Maiden.
Of the elite group sent to Sin City, apart from his father who still lived, all the rest had fallen.
This ordeal had reduced Biwave Island to a third-rate sect.
Pirates who previously dared not provoke Biwave Island now harassed it frequently.
It irritated him endlessly.
What he found hardest to accept was that the person responsible for this state of affairs was no exalted expert, but merely a Lingxiao!
A mere human who had crawled up from the bottom of the Tianlong Continent!
“I agree. As long as you help me kill Lingxiao, Biwave Island will join the Water God Temple from now on!”
Taking a deep breath, Mo Cong turned to the four figures in water-blue robes.
“Hehe. The young island master is indeed wise. In that case, Biwave Island will temporarily be under the care of our Water God Temple. I believe no pirates will dare act arrogantly again. But will your father agree?”
One of the water-blue-robed figures smiled as he spoke.
Even if Biwave Island was now a camel reduced to skin and bones, as long as Island Master Mo Chou did not die, it would not completely collapse.
A starving camel is still bigger than a horse, after all.
It was precisely for this reason that the Water God Temple had sent experts to discuss the matter of Biwave Island’s submission with Mo Chou.
“Rest assured. Before Father left, he entrusted all affairs of Biwave Island to me. This is his wish.”
Though Mo Cong felt stifled and humiliated inside, he had no choice but to do this.
It was Biwave Island’s only path to survival.
“Just wait. Once I obtain the Imperial Seal, whether it is the opportunistic Water God Temple or that Lingxiao, all of them will die!”
In Mo Cong’s heart, obtaining the Imperial Seal was clearly more desirable than killing Lingxiao.
Of course, his father Mo Chou felt the same.
At present, this was the only road left to them.
If they could not obtain the Imperial Seal, he would have to submit to the Water God Temple. Though living under another’s roof, at least they would have a backer.
…
Another busy day passed. Who knew how much blood had been spilled in various parts of Sin City.
Sin City was now the most dangerous place.
Warriors who came here could not leave again and might even all be killed.
Yet still, warriors arrived in endless waves.
It seemed death held no threat for them.
As the sun set in the west, the dying light looked like blood.
A seemingly dilapidated sea vessel docked at Sin City’s harbour.
Then, a group of strange figures disembarked. They wore prisoner garb, bronze masks on their heads, and iron chains binding both hands and feet.
At the end of each chain was a massive iron lock.
As these strange figures walked, the locks dragged along the ground, carving furrows a foot or two deep.
They appeared to move slowly, yet in reality they advanced quickly.
Outside the city gates, many people had set up camps. All had come for the Imperial Seal.
Though no one organised them, their goal was the same. Sin City allowed entry but no exit.
At this moment, they noticed the group of strange figures approaching in the distance.
Their expressions grew tense. Weapons were drawn.
The guards here were all experts, some even Yin-Yang Realm powerhouses.
Thus, no matter who came, they felt no fear.
Yet the strange figures’ forms grew faster.
Beneath the eerie bronze masks, no expression could be seen. Only pairs of scarlet eyes inspired some fear.
Some warriors instinctively cleared a path.
As long as these fellows entered and did not come out, it would be fine. Better to avoid trouble now.
Weaker warriors actually hoped most for chaos in Sin City. The greater the chaos, the better. Then they would have a chance to fish in troubled waters.
Everyone loved the idea of reaping the benefits without effort.
However, when the strange figures drew near, something terrifying happened.
“Kill!”
Hideous shouts emerged from their mouths, as though their vocal cords had been ruined.
In that instant, dozens of chains whipped through the air. The massive iron locks smashed viciously into the bodies of the gate guards.
Those warriors were instantly pulverised into meat paste.
“Stop! If you wish to enter the city, enter. Why commit such slaughter here!”
The Yin-Yang Realm warrior stationed at the gate finally stepped forward. Though among Yin-Yang Realm cultivators he was the most insignificant,
such cultivation still represented power.
