Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 703 - 694: More Than a Year Since We Last Met

"What ’Ancient God List?’ It is but a symbol of potential,"

"And it does not represent your current strength. Through ancient times, aren’t there plenty of fallen prodigies? Without Lin’s True Technique, there are not a few who could suppress you, Mo Wangchen."

Those Young Kings from the Ancient Clans, along with talents from All Holy Lands and offspring of the Ancient Families, all spoke out to refute Mo Wangchen.

In fact, since the Heavenly Gang Ancient Times, there have indeed been many whose talents were not so outstanding, who, after countless ages, ultimately attained the Divine Position.

"As far as I know, Linlang Immortal Venerable was like this. How many brilliant geniuses shone in the era before the ancient times? At that time, Linlang Immortal Venerable was just an unknown youngster with mediocre aptitude, but didn’t he eventually succeed in stepping into the Demigod Realm?"

"How many Linlang Immortal Venerables can there be since the Heavenly Gang Ancient Times? For him to compare with you all, you really do flatter yourselves quite a bit," Mo Wangchen responded in this manner, his words filled with a mocking tone.

With those words, many became even angrier, yet they didn’t know how to refute.

Indeed, a singular Linlang Immortal Venerable was already an exception, it seems that there were only so many since the Heavenly Gang Ancient Times.

In the following days, Mo Wangchen kept moving towards the direction of the Heavenly God Institute, occasionally entering the Ancient Immortal Domain during the journey, and verbally challenging those at the level of Divine Sons, which certainly added some amusement to his otherwise dreary travels.

However, despite his words, Mo Wangchen was still careful not to easily reveal his true whereabouts.

After all, the South of Central State was now stirring with winds and clouds, with many Ancient Kings and those at Saint Master Level drawn to the area, all of whom were after his life.

Although he possessed Lin’s True Technique, Mo Wangchen did not wish to attract too much trouble; avoiding it when possible to safely reach the Heavenly God Institute was the best course.

"Is this Tianyao City here?"

Another two days passed, and Mo Wangchen arrived at another city, Tianyao City, an extremely flourishing ancient city in Central State.

The city was bustling with people coming and going, a never-ending stream, and he planned to stay here for two days.

Because he had consumed a Law substance, his cultivation had been rapidly improving during this time.

He was now in the Middle Stage of the Emperor Realm, on the verge of stepping into the Late Stage.

He planned to cultivate peacefully in the city for two days, elevate his cultivation to the Peak of the Emperor Realm’s fourth layer, and then continue on his way.

"Eh?"

Not long after entering the city, unexpectedly, Mo Wangchen spotted a familiar figure not far ahead.

His face revealed surprise; he hadn’t expected to encounter this person here.

"More than a year has passed since we parted, and this lad’s strength seems to have improved quite a bit."

Mo Wangchen watched the familiar figure of the man, feeling the aura that faintly radiated from him, formidable and not to be underestimated, and he couldn’t help but feel somewhat gratified.

"How much for this sword?"

The man was none other than Zhang Hao, whom Mo Wangchen had taken as an apprentice when he was in Tiannan.

At that moment, Zhang Hao was crouched in front of a stall, looking at an old and aged sword displayed there, the scabbard showing traces of rust.

But with his eye for detail, he could still see that it was a fine Treasure Sword, likely an Ancient Emperor Weapon.

"Young friend, are you a Sword Cultivator?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man dressed in black, who had been meditating with his eyes closed until Zhang Hao asked his question.

He slowly opened his eyes, gave Zhang Hao a look, then continued, "You do have quite the eye. This sword was obtained from some Ancient Ruins. In the past, it was an Emperor Sword; though it appears unsightly now, its sharpness has not been affected."

The middle-aged man spoke and proceeded to pick up the treasure sword from the stall. Then, drawing the sword from its sheath, he handed it to Zhang Hao. "Take a look."

"Indeed, it’s a fine sword, the sword blade is without any damage."

Zhang Hao’s eyes glistened. The condition of the sword was far better than he had imagined. "Name your price," he said.

From Tiannan onwards, traversing through Canglan, and now arriving in the vast Heavenly Gang, the sword Zhang Hao had been using was still the same Youlong Sword he started with.

Considering the formidable opponents he was about to face, who were now much stronger than before, he had long considered getting a new sword.

Seeing one here today naturally stirred his interest.

"Fixed price, three million spirit stones!" The middle-aged stall owner eyed Zhang Hao briefly as if sizing him up, before finally stating the price.

"Three million spirit stones?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao immediately frowned. "Isn’t that a bit too expensive?"

"This is an ancient..."

"I know it’s an ancient emperor weapon, although the blade is undamaged, the sheath is covered in rust. This indicates that the sword has lost its spirit and would require a long period of nurturing to restore its former luster. Just having bought this sword, its power is probably not even comparable to the one I’m holding, right?"

Zhang Hao was no fool when it came to swords. He knew much about them. Although this sword could be considered an ancient emperor weapon,

without its spirit, its power was no longer present.

It would require a swordsman a lengthy period to nurture it, allowing it to regain its spiritual essence before it could truly be called an authentic ancient emperor weapon.

But nurturing a spiritless sword would take an extremely long time, and there was a possibility of failure, which essentially meant buying nothing more than a sharp piece of scrap metal.

"Uh..."

Hearing Zhang Hao’s words, the middle-aged stall owner licked his lips and gave an embarrassed smile. Seeing the younger man’s age, he hadn’t expected him to know so much about the Sword Dao.

The initial price of three million spirit stones he quoted was indeed too high. "Why don’t you make an offer then? As long as it’s reasonable, it will do."

"One million two hundred thousand spirit stones."

Zhang Hao stated his price, which effectively cut more than half off the asking price.

"That’s... too low, isn’t it?" The middle-aged stall owner frowned. "This sword has no spirit, true, but it’s definitely worth more than one million two hundred thousand."

Zhang Hao shook his head, having offered this amount because that was all the spirit stones he had on him.

Based on his own estimate, the sword’s price should be about one million five or six hundred thousand spirit stones.

"A spiritless sword is unlikely to attract many buyers. You’d just be letting it sit otherwise, so you might as well sell it to me for one million two hundred thousand spirit stones," he argued.

As Zhang Hao said, in the vast Central State, although there were quite a few sword cultivators, generally speaking, nobody would use a spiritless sword.

Not to mention spending over a million spirit stones to purchase one.

This was also because Zhang Hao himself did not have many spirit stones to begin with. To buy a real ancient emperor weapon sword, he would probably need at least ten million spirit stones. Where could he possibly find such an amount?

"This... alright..."

The middle-aged stall owner pondered over it time and again, eventually agreeing.

"Why buy a sword if you have no money? Boss, I’ll buy this sword for two million spirit stones."

But just as the two were about to make the transaction, a man in purple robes slowly approached from behind Zhang Hao, followed by an old man with white hair and beard who looked like a Protector.