Chapter 87: The Supreme Pill Master (Fifteen)

The Prison Suppressing Holy Land has its own Saint!
That very day, Su Chen saw the Prison Suppressing Holy Lord wielding a Saint King weapon, tearing open the sky with his bare hands, and heading towards the Central Continent.
He knew that the Prison Suppressing Holy Lord was going to cause trouble for the Song family in the Central Continent.
A Saint wielding a Saint King weapon is undoubtedly terrifying.
Without a Saint King, there is no one in the world.
Throughout the Five Domains, there are not many Saint King-level beings, and besides, the Prison Suppressing Holy Land has Fang Bubai standing behind it. Even if an existence above the Saint King level wanted to make a move, they would have to think twice!
A year later, news came from the Central Continent.
The Prison Suppressing Holy Lord personally visited the Song family, wielding a Saint King weapon, and slew two of the Song family's Saints, shocking the Central Continent.
Finally... the Lord of Suppressing Hell returned to the Suppressing Hell Holy Land, looking utterly dejected, muttering, "What a load of bull! Who the hell wants to go to your Central Continent? If you won't let me go, fine, just don't let me go! So what if I killed two Saints and wiped out a Saint Clan? How dare you expel a Saint like me from the Central Continent!"
Su Chen's face twitched.
After finishing his rant, the Lord of Suppressing Hell turned to Su Chen and said, "Boy Su, the Song family has been wiped out by me. Although I didn't bring back their heads or their remains, those old bastards from the Central Continent are far too petty. Otherwise, I would definitely have brought back the heads and corpses of those two old ghosts from the Song family to forge a pill-refining furnace for you, and also to forge a suitable weapon."
Su Chen was momentarily confused as to whether it was his entire family that was wiped out or the Lord's.
Su Chen: "Thank you, Holy Master, for avenging my blood feud."
The Holy Master of Zhenyu beamed: "If my Zhenyu Holy Land couldn't even protect its own alchemists, I would have no face to face our ancestor and the ancestors of the Holy Land if I died!"
"After this battle, anyone who covets my Zhenyu Holy Land will have to think twice before trying to withstand a Saint-King artifact."
Su Chen was gratified.
His ancestor now recognized him.
Now that the Song family had been wiped out, Su Chen's potential crisis was resolved.
He no longer needed to worry about being blocked by Saints whenever he went out.
Time flew by.
A hundred years passed.
Within the Zhenyu Holy Land, in the direction of the Alchemy Hall, dark clouds suddenly gathered, and terrifying bolts of lightning converged.
This awakened many powerful figures within the Holy Land.
"Is someone undergoing tribulation?"
"Such terrifying lightning power! Even the Nirvana Tribulation is no match for this!"
Just as everyone was discussing this, a beam of light floated in the sky, emitting a rich, fragrant aroma. Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that it was actually a pill, shaped like a swimming dragon, bathed in terrifying lightning.
"An eighth-grade pill! It's an eighth-grade pill!"
"Hiss! Could it be that Elder Wanxiang has successfully refined another eighth-grade pill? No, I can't resist the fragrance anymore. I must ask for an eighth-grade pill; I haven't tasted one in decades!"
"This pill seems to have never been refined by Elder Wanxiang before... It smells so good, this is a new variety... Oh no, tears are streaming down my face!"
"..."
Everyone rushed forward to the pill-making peak.
The Myriad Manifestations Pill Master appeared, his face dark as he looked at the crowd: "Forget about this pill, I didn't refine it."
The crowd was puzzled: "If it wasn't refined by you, Myriad Manifestations Old Ghost, could it be..."
Thinking of this, the crowd's expressions brightened with joy.
Someone murmured, "Could it be that our Zhenyu Holy Land is about to gain another Rank 8 Pill Master?"
Pill Master Wanxiang nodded, his expression proud, stroking his white beard: "That's right, our Zhenyu Holy Land is about to welcome a new Pill Refining Venerable!"
"Under my careful guidance, Su Chen successfully refined an Rank 8 pill today!"
The crowd rolled their eyes.
Soon, the pill that had survived the tribulation revealed its true form, radiating a rich dragon's might, and landed on the shoulder of a white-robed youth.
The crowd congratulated: "Congratulations Elder Su on successfully refining an Rank 8 pill and advancing to Rank 8 Pill Master!"
Su Chen, in high spirits, smiled and said, "Just lucky."
The many pill refiners below: "..."
Why couldn't they try their luck this time?
After two thousand years of development, the Zhenyu Holy Land finally welcomed its second Rank 8 Alchemist!
To celebrate Su Chen's advancement to Rank 8 Alchemist, the Zhenyu Holy Lord emerged from seclusion and held a grand banquet. Su Chen's name, dormant for a century, resounded throughout the Eastern Region, as did his title:
Peerless Alchemist!
Countless powerful figures flocked to Su Chen, eager to have him refine pills.
Su Chen officially became the Vice Hall Master of the Alchemy Hall, beginning to teach the sect's disciples alchemy. In just three hundred years, his disciples and former followers were everywhere.
On this day, Su Chen traveled to the Central Continent and arrived at the Alchemy God Palace.
The Alchemy God Palace remained the top alchemy holy land in the Central Continent, unchanged for over four hundred years.
Su Chen once again saw Song Wanqing and the white-haired Ghost Valley Alchemy Emperor.
Song Wanqing, now an elder of the Pill God Palace, remained as elegant and aloof as ever.
Su Chen's purpose in coming to the Pill God Palace was to suppress the Nine Nether Profound Fire within him. This fire was far too dangerous, and its condition had worsened over the past three hundred years, forcing him to seek an opportunity at the Pill Dao Holy Land.
Knowing Su Chen's purpose, the Pill God Palace, not wanting such a pill-cultivation genius to perish, agreed to let him go to find a way to suppress the Nine Nether Profound Fire.
It took Su Chen ten years to finally find some clues from the Pill God Palace, but even that was extremely difficult.
He needed either a yang-type heavenly fire to suppress the yin-type energy within him, or a sacred herb to cleanse his marrow and bones, allowing him to be reborn.
Su Chen sighed inwardly. Neither heavenly fire nor sacred herb would be so easily obtained.
After leaving the Pill God Palace, Su Chen saw Song Wanqing again, but the Ghost Valley Pill Emperor was nowhere to be seen.
Faced with Su Chen's question, Song Wanqing's expression somber: "My master sensed his lifespan was nearing its end, so he left the Pill God Palace and returned to the Dragon Sky Dynasty, wandering among green mountains and clear waters, and ultimately being buried there."
Time ages everyone, and even a seventh-grade alchemist like the Ghost Valley Pill Emperor is helpless against the power of time.
Su Chen sighed deeply.
Old friends are fleeting.
He had long been accustomed to birth, aging, sickness, and death, and quickly recovered after the initial shock.
Despite Song Wanqing's urging, Su Chen still chose to leave the Pill God Palace.
Paths diverge.
Su Chen returned to the Prison Suppression Holy Land.
Two hundred years later, the peak master of the Sword Hidden Peak in the Prison Suppression Holy Land successfully advanced to the Saint Realm. The Prison Suppression Holy Land now possessed two Saints and a Saint King Artifact, ranking among the top five in the Eastern Wilderness Holy Lands.
Every time he saw the Holy Lord come to the ancestral shrine to pay homage, Su Chen felt deeply gratified.
The only pity is that so many years have passed, and there's still no news of Fang Bubai's sworn brother.
The outer starry sky is so vast.
"Perhaps... I can find news of Heavenly Fire or Sacred Medicine in the outer realms!"
Su Chen felt that the Yin energy of the Nine Nether Profound Flame had been eroding his cultivation over the years.
If this isn't resolved soon, his cultivation will stagnate, and he can only hold on for another four or five hundred years at most.
He rose and fell because of the Heavenly Fire!