Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 440: Emberguard Talisman! Robbing an immortal Fortune Like This!?

Chapter 440: Emberguard Talisman! Robbing an immortal Fortune Like This!?

Li Yanchu’s expression, however, remained calm, as if he had already foreseen this would happen.

Those few cultivators who had been preparing to leave immediately rushed back, their faces alight with delight as they looked upon that ancient alchemy furnace, sensing the dense vitality and blood and qi of the Blood-Qi Pill still within it.

A slovenly old Daoist, with a peachwood sword on his back, pulled a Emberguard Talisman from his robe and slapped it onto his forehead.

Then, without hesitation, he reached straight toward the furnace. He was far too old, and if he could obtain that Blood-Qi Pill, his withered body might once again blaze with life!

“Hey! Ox-nose Daoist, you’re good at picking up bargains, aren’t you?” a black-robed elder sneered coldly, and from his chest, a ghastly ghost hand shot out like lightning, clawing toward the old Daoist.

The peachwood sword on the old Daoist’s back leapt from its sheath, and...

Clang!

It clashed head-on with that eerie ghost hand.

In that same instant, the old Daoist successfully grabbed hold of the alchemy furnace, the Emberguard Talisman on his forehead flaring red-hot as it began to burn away. That burning was the sign of its imminent destruction, yet the old man let out a quiet sigh of relief. There was still time.

He tried to lift the furnace lid, but it wouldn’t budge at all. So he drew out another yellow talisman and pressed it to his forehead.

Instantly, terrifying strength surged through his aged arm. With a roar, he wrenched the heavy lid open. A dazzling crimson light burst forth once more, and an intense fragrance of medicine spread through the air!

By now, half of his Emberguard Talisman had already burned away. The slovenly old Daoist gritted his teeth, deciding to risk it all as he reached in to seize the Blood-Qi Pill, but at that very moment, a cold snort rang out.

A vast Arhat Dharma form appeared high above the sky. The flaming wheel behind its head blazed even more fiercely, its dazzling brilliance so intense that none could open their eyes. The Arhat Dharma form had returned, but no one knew what had become of that leopard-headed cultivator’s primordial spirit he’d chased earlier.

Without a word, he struck out with a punch. A terrifying wave of power rippled outward in concentric rings. The slovenly old Daoist’s expression darkened as his peachwood sword turned into a streak of cold light and met the blow head-on!

Boom!

A massive shockwave erupted, sending the old Daoist flying backward.

Pff! He spat out a mouthful of blood as the two yellow talismans on his forehead fluttered down lightly to the ground.

“Heavenly treasures and divine objects belong to those capable of claiming them! In this Mount Taoyuan's Blissful Land, apart from me, who else is worthy of the recognition of a heaven-and-earth divine artifact!?” The Arhat Dharma form’s voice was sonorous and cold, dripping with overbearing arrogance.

He had earlier slain a mysterious demonic cultivator and devoured his primordial spirit, and now, his gaze was filled with disdain. His aura was tyrannical, so oppressive that even the gathered cultivators dared not move.

With supreme confidence, he reached out toward the ancient alchemy furnace.

Indeed, there existed certain divine artifacts and heaven-born treasures that only acknowledged a rightful owner. Even if forcibly taken, they would eventually return to the one they recognized.

Such items were exceedingly rare, of the highest grade, and even this mysterious Arhat Dharma form could not help but feel his breath quicken in excitement.

Yet, the furnace before him turned suddenly ethereal, and his arm passed right through it!

“Hm?” The Arhat’s brows knit. This furnace... still had such a trick up its sleeve?

Golden Buddha light surged across his hand, and he reached out once more. The flaming wheel behind his head radiated resplendent brilliance, expanding outward with a sudden burst of divine might!

The air trembled, but at that moment, the alchemy furnace erupted with a dazzling divine radiance, forcibly blasting the Arhat Dharma form backward. Then, it turned on its own, flying straight toward Li Yanchu. And, as it reached him, all traces of its aura and restrictions quietly dissipated, leaving behind only an ordinary-looking alchemy furnace.

The Arhat Dharma form fell silent; he was shocked and furious.

“What’s going on here!?”

Boom!

The Arhat Dharma form punched out again, and golden Buddha light condensed into over a dozen massive fist imprints, all crashing down toward Li Yanchu, each one radiating a killing intent so intense it seemed to tear at the very air. This blow showed no mercy.

At this time, Li Yanchu’s expression turned cold and sharp. He, too, struck out with a punch!

Boom!

An overwhelming surge of blood and qi burst forth from his fist, the sheer force shattering every single one of those golden imprints!

The mighty Arhat Dharma form staggered back, its body trembling violently. With that, utter silence befell the place, and all sound seemed to vanish.

The earlier chaos had already drawn back many cultivators who had fled before. Now, they stood frozen, their eyes wide in disbelief. What was happening in this world!? Every so-called “young genius” that appeared was fiercer than the last!

That handsome young Daoist, who had stood quietly to the side the whole time, never made a move to compete for the treasure, so everyone had assumed he simply knew his limits. That he understood he wasn’t strong enough to fight the mighty old monsters and grand sect experts present.

Yet now, this very same young Daoist had just blasted back the Arhat Dharma form with a single punch!?

Gasp! A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

That Arhat Dharma form’s domineering arrogance and overwhelming strength earlier had left a deep impression on everyone. The power behind that punch of his had been enough to crush mountains. And yet, this youth had repelled him head-on!

And then there was the matter of that ancient alchemy furnace... Why had it flown straight to this young Daoist? Was it his doing, or had this heavenly treasure itself chosen him as its master?

Either way, the revelation sent chills down every cultivator’s spine. Even those who had long roamed the mortal world unchallenged now felt a rare sense of dread.

The Arhat Dharma form’s voice was icy cold as it said, “Hand over the alchemy furnace!”

That earlier exchange had indeed surprised him, but as one of the mysterious young prodigies of the Great Xiangguo Temple, he possessed absolute confidence in his own might. In the same realm, he was invincible.

Li Yanchu’s lips curled into a cold smile, and what he said next left everyone utterly stunned.

“Fine!” Li Yanchu grasped the side of the alchemy furnace lightly, and, with an almost casual motion, flung it out.

Bang!

The furnace turned into a blur midair, cutting through the wind with an ear-splitting sonic boom. That wasn’t any spell or technique, that was the raw power of his physical body. Just the sheer force behind that throw was enough to make every cultivator present tremble in fear.

The ancient furnace was a heavenly treasure, its nature unfathomable. Moments ago, it had refused even the Arhat Dharma form’s touch, yet now, it manifested its true form, and slammed squarely into the Arhat Dharma form’s chest!

Boom! The towering, muscular Arhat figure was sent flying backward, crashing through the air.

Absolute silence filled the place as every pair of eyes stared in disbelief. He... he just threw the alchemy furnace at someone!? Without hesitation!?

And then, after flattening the Arhat Dharma form, that same ancient furnace flew obediently back to Li Yanchu’s side, and even... rubbed against him twice, as if showing affection.

The cultivators exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of confusion and disbelief. All of them had just fought a brutal, desperate battle over this thing, risking their lives for the Blood-Qi Pill and the ancient alchemy furnace. Each had paid a heavy price.

Some had their primordial spirits gravely wounded; some had perished outright. The red-robed elder had lost his treasured Corpse-Binding Cord, while that shabby old Daoist had nearly burned himself alive, relying on a Emberguard Talisman just to touch the furnace. They had all gambled with their lives, yet no one had complained. After all, that was the price of immortal fortune.

But this young Daoist had just used the alchemy furnace as a weapon to smash someone, and the damn thing even came back to him like an affectionate spirit beast!?

Every cultivator present felt utterly speechless, and a single, collective thought flashing through their minds: What the hell!? We all came here seeking immortal fortune, yet why are you so special!?

At that moment, the one who looked the most humiliated was, of course, the cold and domineering Arhat Dharma form. Flames of fury seemed to burn in his eyes, and he looked ready to tear Li Yanchu apart and devour him alive.

Not just him, every cultivator present now turned their gaze toward Li Yanchu, their eyes sharp as blades.

Just then, Zhang Wei’s face went pale; he swallowed hard, his throat stiff with tension.

“What’s wrong with these people?” Li Yanchu frowned. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Zhang Wei’s mouth twitched slightly. Senior, seriously? Is this how you snatch immortal fortune from others!?