With the miserable shrieks of those guards of Han Clan in Mojiang City, Songzhou Province, a terrifying battle qi penetrated through the space of over 100 m in the lobby of the magnificent castle like a purple light beam and directly hit Zhao Yuan who had lost one arm with bloody eyes. Zhao Yuan, who was rushing towards Han Tianming, the head of Han Clan, spurted out blood and flew dozens of meters away before stabilizing himself in the air.
With the appearance of this terrifying battle qi, some gloomy knights slowly walked out of the side door behind the lobby as they gazed at Zhao Yuan.
"Zhao Yuan, you've not imagined that you would have such a day, have you?" Among those knights, a heavenly knight in brilliant white robe with a long scar on his left cheek instantly opened his folding fan as he glared at Zhao Yuan with a hateful look and sneered at him. The scar on his face was wriggling like a centipede, which looked pretty grim.
At the sight of this person, Zhao Yuan slightly changed his face. He wiped off the blood at his mouth corners as he watched that knight who was waving his fan with a cold look, "What happened today is arranged by Heavens Holding Pavilion?"
"Hoho, Taiyi Fantasy Sect, Zhao Yuan, don't you forget about me too …" Closely after that, an old man in black robe with eagle-like eyes appeared at the gate of the lobby with some knights with a faint icy smile, "You could make two of the top 7 sects in Taixia Country fight for you, Zhao Yuan, you should be proud …"
The old man in black robe was Fu Tianhao, the deputy head of Taiyi Fantasy Sect, a heavenly knight. The one who was waving his fan was the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion.
After a short period of chaos and fighting, the main hall of the Han Clan's castle was in a mess. The floor was drenched in blood. More than ten Han Clan's guards' blood and broken corpses were scattered all over the place. Overturned tables, broken cups, and dishes were mixed among the corpses and blood. The strong smell of alcohol, the pungent smell of blood, and the aroma of dishes that were still warm mixed together. The entire hall had an indescribably strange atmosphere.
Han Tianming, the head of Han Clan, was holding the necks of a beautiful woman and a 12-13 year old boy as he crouched behind a group of guards of Han Clan with a pale face and watched Zhao Yuan with a scared look. Not until the knights of Heavens Holding Pavilion and Taiyi Fantasy Sect arrived did Han Tianming look a bit better. Closely after that, he moved closer to the knights of Heavens Holding Pavilion while holding the woman and the boy with a faint flattering smile on his pale face, "Young master, they are Zhao Yuan's wife and son …"
"Hahaha, Zhao Yuan really made a good friend …" the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion burst out into laughter at the sight of the two people in Han Tianming's hands. Nobody knew whether he was mocking or praising Han Tianming.
Han Tianming's face turned slightly stiff. Finally, he revealed a smile, "Zhao Yuan overestimated himself. He thought that he could fight Taiyi Fantasy Sect and Heavens Holding Pavilion as an alchemist master and grasped the secret method of Purgatory Samsara Method. Although I'm his good friend, I will not stand on his side. Actually, I'm doing this for his own good …"
"Didn't you put the poison of Soul Leave in his liquor?" the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion asked Han Tianming with narrowed eyes.
Han Tianming replied with a dubious look, "I've done it. However, the moment he drank the liquor, he suddenly changed his face. Closely after that, he chopped off one of his arms. After that, he recovered his ability to resist. I don't know what happened. Perhaps Zhao Yuan has some secret method. Look, young master, that's the arm that Zhao Yuan chopped off …"
Han Tianming said as he pointed at the ground in the far of the lobby.
There, amidst the mess of blood, an arm fell to the ground. Thick black blood flowed out of that arm, burning like dead wood. It looked very strange.
"Even after drinking the poison of Soul Leave, I've underestimated him …" the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion sighed with emotion, "However, even if he has some secret method, it must have a price. His battle strength is definitely not as good as before. He could barely escape today …"
"Young master is right, young master is right …"
"Han Tianming …" Zhao Yuan roared as he gazed at Han Tianming with eyes that were going to spurt fire.
Everything was clear now. However, Zhao Yuan could not imagine that his best friend who had known him for over 60 years could collude with Taiyi Fantasy Sect and Heavens Holding Pavilion and betray him when he came to visit Han Clan with his wife and son.
'What the hell did he do that for?'
'Is human heart really that terrifying?'
"Zhao Yuan, do you remember the scar on my face …" the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion sneered at Zhao Yuan as he pointed at the grim scar on his face.
"I should have killed you!" Zhao Yuan said as he gritted his teeth.
"Pitifully, you didn't. Therefore, you have no chance to do that anymore. Now that you don't accept the toast, you have to accept the forfeit today …" the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion said as he threw a glance at a knight of Heavens Holding Pavilion on his side. By grabbing the necks of the woman and the child, the knight slightly exerted his strength, causing the woman and the child to reveal painful looks as they couldn't stand to utter muffled harrumphs.
"Let them go …" Zhao Yuan roared as his eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets. He was surrounded by rolling flames as he wanted to rush towards Zhang Tie. However, the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion raised his eyebrows as the knight on his side raised his hand. Closely after that, the woman and the teenager's feet were lifted off the ground as they started to struggle painfully. Zhao Yuan had to stop at once.
The young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion closed his folding fan as he revealed a grim smile, "I was told by Clan Head Han that you and your wife loved each other and had a son at an old age. Do you love your wife and son the most? Now that your wife and son are in my hand, how could you fight me?"
Watching his wife and son struggling in someone else's hand, Zhao Yuan closed his eyes painfully. After a few seconds, he reopened his eyes as he said decisively, "You've designed all this just for the secret method of Purgatory Samsara Method, right? As long as you let them go, I will hand the secret method to you!"
As a shrewd light flashed across the eyes of the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion, the knight who was holding Zhao Yuan's wife and son loosened his hand, allowing them to land on the ground. Closely after that, the young master smirked as if he was sure to win the battle. Closely after that, he said viciously, "Do you think it's enough? How about the resentment between us? What about the scar on my face? Over these years, I kept this scar so that I could remind myself how you left that scar on my face when I looked in the mirror every day!"
Zhao Yuan didn't say anything; instead, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand. Closely after that, he made a deep cut on his cheek, which was even longer than the scar on the face of the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion, from below his right ear to his chin. In a split second, Zhao Yuan's entire face was dyed red with blood …
Zhao Yuan's wife and son struggled and wailed with tears all over their faces.
Crimson blood dripped off Zhao Yuan's face onto his clothes and the ground. However, Zhao Yuan didn't seem to have seen it at all. He just watched the young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion as he asked calmly, "Is it okay now …"
"It's up to me to decide!" The young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion revealed a pleasant look. Closely after that, he changed his face as he pointed at Zhao Yuan and roared, "Kneel down …"
"No …"
"Dad, you taught me not to lower my head to bad guys …"
Zhao Yuan's wife and son screamed. Zhao Yuan clenched his fist with his only remaining hand.
"Hahaha, you still want to act tough at this time? Then I want to see how tough you are. Listen up, I will count to three. If Zhao Yuan doesn't kneel down by then, you will take off his wife's clothes and let us all admire Madam Zhao's body. Then, you will chop off one of his son's limbs. I want to see how tough the heart of this famous Grandmaster Alchemist is …" The young master of Heavens Holding Pavilion laughed wildly.
"One …"
Zhao Yuan lowered his head, his whole body slightly trembling …
"Two …"
Zhao Yuan landed on the ground, his knees already bent as he prepared to kneel down …
But just as his knees were about to touch the ground, he suddenly stopped.
Everyone's gazes fell on Zhao Yuan …
Zhao Yuan suddenly raised his head and fixed his eyes on his wife and son. Then, slowly, slowly, Zhao Yuan straightened his knees, straightened his body, and stood up with an indomitable spirit.
"Zhao Yuan, do you really want to see your wife being stripped naked in front of everyone and your son having his limbs broken?" The young master of Heaven Holding Pavilion yelled.
Zhao Yuan looked at his wife and son, and then looked at the bracelet on his wife's hand. Suddenly, tears streamed down his face. Then, Zhao Yuan's eyes widened in anger, and he used all the strength in his body to roar, "Kill …"
A huge furnace with endless raging flames appeared behind Zhao Yuan. Then, everything turned into ashes and dissipated in the huge furnace …
…
In a shadowy mountain cave in the Gods' Realm in the Earth-elements Realm, two drops of tears silently dropped off Zhao Yuan's eyes as he was sitting on a stone platform with crossed legs …
Over these years, he had experienced that dream over and over again.
That was his mental demon which had troubled him for numerous years. Today, he finally broke it.
In the past, he had knelt down in the hall of the Han Clan's castle. But in the end, his kneeling could not change anything. In the end, he could only watch as the people he treasured the most died in front of him. His wife, his twelve-year-old son, had died in such a resolute and unyielding manner.
In order to prevent him from being humiliated and killed by Heavens Holding Pavilion and Taiyi Fantasy Sect, his wife and his son tried their best to activate the super powerful element alchemist's bomb that he sealed in his wife's bracelet using alchemy skills when the captors were not paying attention to them.
He had originally left it for his wife to use for self-defense, and it would not be activated unless it was a critical moment. Other than the couple and his son, no one else knew about it. But what Zhao Yuan did not expect was that in the end, the terrifying bomb he had refined would become a tool for him to bid farewell to his wife and son.
His wife left him a smile; his son left him with a cry, "Dad, don't lower your head" …
This scene would forever remain in Zhao Yuan's dreams.
From then on, he turned into an alchemist's demon and ranked No. 1 on the wanted list of the Supreme Court of Taixia Country.
The dreamland transformed by the mental demon turned into ashes. From then on, the two familiar faces would not appear in his dream anymore …
When the two drops of tears fell onto the ground …
A speck of yellow light suddenly appeared between Zhao Yuan's eyebrows. Then, specks of light that looked like fireflies appeared beside him and gathered around him. The specks of light increased until they slowly enveloped Zhao Yuan's entire body, forming a thick cocoon of light around him.
…
Half a month later, Zhao Yuan, who had promoted to a sage-level knight, walked out of that mysterious mountain cave which was full of flowing lights and shadows.
What shocked Zhao Yuan was that a person was waiting for him outside the mountain cave.
A bizarre golden snake and a silver snake were flying beside that person. The qi from the two snakes could make common heavenly knights quiver.
Two incomplete corpses of demon knights were not far away. It seemed that this person was protecting Zhao Yuan outside the mountain cave during the period when he was in secluded cultivation. However, even though this person was not here, Zhao Yuan had also made a thorough preparation in the mountain cave. Even if a sage-level demon knight came here, he could still block the sage-level demon knight outside the mountain cave for over 2 months, which was enough for him to promote to a sage-level knight.
However, at the sight of this person, Zhao Yuan still felt heartfelt reassured.
"Master, congratulations on promoting to a sage-level knight!" Zhang Tie turned around and told Zhao Yuan with a smile.
"After knowing that you were missing after the battle at Yinhai Desert, I wanted to avenge you after promoting to a sage-level knight and settle accounts with Heavens Holding Pavilion and Taiyi Fantasy Sect. However, before I promoted to a sage-level knight, you had already come back. Even though this master has promoted to a sage-level knight, I feel that I could not defeat you at all!"
"Right now, in both the Human and Demon Races, how many people are a match for you?"
Zhao Yuan laughed heartily and waved his hand. "I know what you want to do, but you should go back. I'm used to living like a wild crane, and I like to be alone. I really can't enjoy life. If I'm tired one day, I'll come find you again!"
"Aixue is pregnant with another baby of mine. It's a boy. He will be born in 3 months. I want to adopt that baby to master as your adopted grandson. His family name is Zhao. In the future, he could inherit your family name and take care of you when you are old. Master, please name that baby!" Zhang Tie used his trump card.
"Adopt him as my adopted grandson, surnamed Zhao …" Zhao Yuan muttered to himself with a complicated expression on his face. He raised his head to look at the orange-red sky of the Realm of Gods, and after a long time, he said softly, "Then let that child be called Zhao Chengsi …"
"Fine!"
…
Watching Zhao Yuan leaving, Zhang Tie let out a sigh silently. Closely after that, he strode into the void and disappeared …
…
Seven days later, in the Abyss Battlefield of the Human Race and the Demon Race, the Alchemist Demon Zhao Yuan suddenly appeared, beheading and refining a Demon Race's Abyss Sovereign and hundreds of Demon Knights, killing the Demon Race until their souls flew away and their courage scattered. However, after this, the Alchemist Demon Zhao Yuan seemed to have disappeared, no one could hear any news about him.
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