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Chapter 1849

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The grand banquet was held to celebrate Xiao Chen's appointment as the Young Hall Master. After witnessing Xiao Chen's terrifying cultivation talent, many people of Tyrannical Spirit Temple toasted him and flattered him.

Lin Xiaotian and the other people of Tyrannical Spirit Temple all drank silently until the end of the banquet.

For this reason, Xiao Chen pretended not to see, and Tyrannical Spirit Temple also turned a blind eye. He would wait for Xiao Chen to deal with this matter in the future.

After the banquet ended and everyone dispersed, Xiao Chen came to the Deacon Elder's palace under the guidance of the Leng Emperor.

"Subordinate greets the Young Hall Master." As soon as the banquet ended, Xiao Chen came over with the Leng Emperor. The Deacon Elder was a little surprised, but he quickly cupped his hands and bowed respectfully.

The Deacon Elder was a white-haired old man who was in charge of the punishment and rewards of Tyrannical Spirit Temple. He was also the one who distributed the Saint Origin Stones to the people of Tyrannical Spirit Temple.

"Haha, Deacon Elder, there's no need to be so courteous. Please have a seat, "Xiao Chen said politely with a faint smile on his indifferent face. He also politely gestured for the Deacon Elder to sit down.

When Xiao Chen was fighting with Wu Chong, he was still the domineering young master. Now, after the banquet, he was a completely different person. He was even so polite, which made the deacon elder feel flattered.

On the way here, Xiao Chen had learned from the Leng Emperor that the Deacon Elder was not a member of Lin Xiaotian's faction, so he was naturally polite.

"May I know what orders the Young Hall Master has?" The Deacon Elder looked at Xiao Chen cautiously and asked. He seemed to be a little nervous.

Xiao Chen had only left Tyrannical Spirit Temple for four months, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the Early Saint King Realm. His terrifying cultivation talent made the Deacon Elder wary. Moreover, Xiao Chen was the direct disciple of Tyrannical Spirit Temple.

"Deacon Elder, does the Tyrant Soul Temple really have a rule that states that those who haven't reached the Saint King Realm aren't qualified to stay in the temple?" Xiao Chen asked after pondering for a moment.

Nodding slightly, the deacon elder sighed and smiled bitterly, "Indeed. It's really difficult for the Young Hall Master. The Tyrannical Soul Temple is a great power in the Holy World. Without strength, you can't enter. Without Saint Monarchs, you can only serve as guards. Even guards are treated much better than other powers."

Pausing slightly, the Deacon Elder continued, "Temple Master's alchemy realm has shaken the entire Holy World. He is the strongest ninth grade alchemist in the Holy World. Many high grade alchemists have come to seek refuge under Temple Master. As an alchemist, their status is extraordinary, so it is impossible to let them refine low grade dans. Moreover, low grade alchemists are not qualified to join Tyrant Soul Temple, so this rule was set."

"So that's how it is. Since it is a rule, everyone must abide by it," Xiao Chen nodded and smiled slightly.

"That being said, not everyone is bound by this rule. Originally, the Young Hall Master was not bound by this rule, but the Great Elder deliberately made things difficult for the Young Hall Master," The Deacon Elder said helplessly with a wry smile on his old face.

Hearing this, an imperceptible coldness flashed across Xiao Chen's pitch-black eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Xiao Chen said indifferently, "They have a very deep prejudice against me, the young master."

Looking at the Deacon Elder, Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "Deacon Elder, since this is a rule and even I have to abide by it, then everyone in Tyrant Soul Temple must abide by it. From today onwards, the Second Elder's grandson will no longer enjoy Saint Origin Stones, pills, or Secret Arts because he is not qualified."

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the Deacon Elder's face changed dramatically. He had already guessed that Xiao Chen would not give up so easily, but he had not expected Xiao Chen to be so ruthless.

Saying so, ignoring the shocked Deacon Elder, Xiao Chen turned around and left the hall, but he also left behind some arrogant words, "If the Second Elder asks, tell him to come find me. Leng Huang, send a guardian to secretly monitor him. If the Second Elder's grandson uses any Saint Origin Stones, spirit liquids, pills, or Secret Arts or Secret Arts, put all the blame on the Second Elder. Moreover, he cannot leave the Second Elder's palace for even half a step, otherwise he will be punished for trespassing into Tyrant Soul Temple!"

"Yes! Young Hall Master! "The Leng Huang's respectful words could still be heard from afar.

Staring blankly at Xiao Chen's departing figure, the Deacon Elder swallowed a mouthful of saliva and wiped off his cold sweat, muttering to himself, "This Young Hall Master is not to be trifled with. When he wants to be ruthless, he is more ruthless than anyone. The first day he came back, he already started to take revenge. The Young Hall Master gave this Old Man a feeling that he is even more shrewd than those old monsters.

The Young Hall Master is about to die. "Xiao Chen was not in a hurry to use the rules of Tyrant Soul Temple to drive the Second Elder's grandson out.

On the way back to the Young Hall Master, Xiao Chen also asked the Leng Huang to call Liu Yuan to the Young Hall Master. This Liu Yuan was the guard who had escorted Xiao Chen to Qinglan Holy Palace.

The Leng Huang had personally come, and on Xiao Chen's orders, Liu Yuan was so scared that his face turned pale. Trembling, he followed the Leng Huang all the way to the Young Hall Master.

In the main hall of Tyrant Soul Temple, Tyrant Soul, the Ancient Divine Alchemist, and the Honorable Martial God were chatting happily.

"Xiao Chen is a very vengeful kid. He's only been back for one day and he's already taking revenge!" In the main hall, the ancient medicine god shook his head and said with a helpless smile on his old face.

"Because of seniority, we old guys can't take action. However, Xiao Chen is different. Many people will suffer in the future," the Honorable Martial God said with a faint smile, rejoicing in Liu Yuan's misfortune.

"This disciple of mine is not to be trifled with. Let's just wait and watch a good show," Tyrant Soul said happily, stroking his beard. There was a gleam of pride in his eyes.

In the quiet Young Hall Master, when Liu Yuan arrived with the Leng Huang, he clearly felt a strong sense of uneasiness. His face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably. All kinds of guesses started to form in his mind.

"Wait here," the Leng Huang said coldly. The Leng Huang said coldly and entered the hall without looking back. He left Liu Yuan standing alone in the square.

After the Leng Huang left, the huge hall was empty and quiet. Liu Yuan could not sense anything. It was like a dead palace.

It was broad daylight and there was a cool breeze. At this moment, Liu Yuan's face was covered in sweat. His eyes were filled with fear, and his lips were purple. He felt that the Young Hall Master was filled with an eerie aura that made his heart tremble.

"What is Xiao Chen trying to do? Why is there no movement after so long? " Liu Yuan stood quietly in place for a full hour, not daring to move at all. He allowed his sweat to wet his clothes. Not only was there no movement from the palace, but it even gave Liu Yuan an increasingly sinister and strange feeling. The unease in his heart intensified.

Liu Yuan swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. His pitch-black eyes scanned the surroundings. He was frightened and said, "Is Xiao Chen going to kill me? I am only following orders. It has nothing to do with me. "

Just as Liu Yuan was feeling uneasy, there was finally movement in the silent Young Hall Master. The Holy Soul Protectors walked out one after another. Xiao Chen followed behind them.

Seeing that Xiao Chen had finally appeared, Liu Yuan relaxed. He would rather have Xiao Chen come out than face the eerie and silent palace.

This was the effect that Xiao Chen wanted. He wanted Liu Yuan to feel fearful and uneasy.

Liu Yuan carefully exhaled and quickly lowered his head to kneel down. He said respectfully, "Greetings, Young Hall Master!"

A mocking smile slowly appeared on Xiao Chen's face. He said indifferently, "Liu Yuan, do you still remember me?"

When Liu Yuan heard this, a horrified smile appeared on his pale face. It was uglier than crying. Liu Yuan said, "I remember! I remember! How would I dare to forget Young Hall Master? "

"So you also know why I called you here?" Seeing Liu Yuan's horrified look, Xiao Chen's smile widened. He said indifferently, giving off a sinister and cold feeling.

"…" Liu Yuan's expression changed. He didn't know how to answer. How could he not know Xiao Chen's purpose? It was nothing more than to settle accounts with him.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. In the end, Liu Yuan hurriedly begged for mercy, "Young Hall Master, please spare my life. Last time, it was the Great Elder who gave the order. It has nothing to do with me. Young Hall Master, please investigate."

"Don't be afraid. I have other matters to discuss with you today. I'm not here to settle accounts with you." Xiao Chen grinned.

"Other matters?" Liu Yuan's horrified face suddenly froze. He asked in astonishment, "Then why is Young Hall Master looking for me?"

Knowing that Xiao Chen wasn't here to settle accounts with him, Liu Yuan felt completely relieved.

Walking down the stairs step by step, Xiao Chen arrived in front of Liu Yuan and said indifferently, "Go to the Second Elder's palace for me and tell him that from today onwards, the Second Elder's grandson is not allowed to use Tyrannical Spirit Temple's Saint Origin Stones, pills, or cultivate Tyrannical Spirit Temple's Secret Arts. He is not allowed to take half a step out of the Second Elder's palace. Otherwise, all these crimes will be placed on the Second Elder's head."

Hearing this, Liu Yuan's face stiffened. The fear in his eyes became even more intense. Finally, he blurted out, "What? You want … you want me to do it? "

"Yes, I want you to do it. What's wrong? Are you unhappy? "Xiao Chen's voice was slightly cold as he said indifferently, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Seeing the murderous intent in Xiao Chen's eyes, Liu Yuan's face changed again. He felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly said, "No, no, this subordinate doesn't dare. This subordinate will immediately go to the Second Elder and explain everything."

Seeing Xiao Chen's murderous intent and the tyrannical strength he had just displayed, Liu Yuan was terrified. At this moment, he just wanted to leave this damned place as soon as possible.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly flew away. He didn't even have time to wipe off his cold sweat. He was still worried that Xiao Chen would change his mind and kill him.

"Young Hall Master is wise. If you let Liu Yuan do it, the Second Elder will probably cripple him in a fit of anger." Seeing Liu Yuan fleeing in fear, the Leng Emperor behind him smiled and said slowly.

"It's good enough that I didn't kill him." Xiao Chen's face flashed with disdain. He shifted his gaze to the Leng Emperor. Xiao Chen continued, "Send someone to monitor him immediately."

"This subordinate will do it!" The First Protector took the initiative to accept the order. After bowing respectfully, he disappeared into thin air.

"This is just the beginning. If we want to compete in ruthlessness, I, Xiao Chen, am more ruthless than all of you!" Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he spoke in a low voice. A cold smile appeared on his face.

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