Anyone who knew a little about the previous situation of Chunyang Palace knew that all this seemed to have happened after Yang Chen joined Chunyang Palace.
Yang Chen's reputation as an alchemist master started from refining the Heaven Seizing Pill. When Elder Wu Xiong gathered the alchemists to refine the Heaven Seizing Pill, Yang Chen was regarded as an errand boy, but it was this errand boy who finally turned the rotten into the magical and completed the refining of the Heaven Seizing Pill.
At first, there were still people who had the idea of Yang Chen's pill recipe, and more than one. Helian Yun, the Xiang Family, plus some Sect, including Taitianmen, were upset with Yang Chen for this, and asked for it on the grounds that Yang Chen took the Xiang Family's pill recipe. As a result, after being refuted one by one, Helian Yun was beheaded and the Xiang Family was exterminated.
After the emergence of the Questioning Inner Heart Pill, Yang Chen had firmly sat on the throne of the alchemy master, and no one could shake it anymore. The Questioning Inner Heart Pill had been studied by several big Sect, but their respective Yuanying stage alchemy masters could not refine it.
Everyone could say that there was no pill recipe for the Questioning Inner Heart Pill, and they could only rely on their own research to find various reasons such as inconvenience, inaccuracy and so on. Now it was not easy to have an Inner Sensing Pill with a pill recipe, but the alchemy masters of several sects could not even succeed in the second grade refining.
The alchemy talent that Yang Chen showed to outsiders at this moment simply made countless people secretly drool. What kind of dog shit luck did Chunyang Palace have to recruit this kind of alchemy genius as a disciple?
Because the name of Yang Chen was too big, and the things involved were also very important, many Sect members have learned about Yang Chen's origin. Even when he was a disciple of the outer sect in Chunyang Palace's Yi Xiu Villa, he was suppressed by the disciple Chu Heng. Later, in the duel with Li Qingchen, some clues were strung together.
Yang Chen didn't go through anyone's guidance. He relied purely on some miscellaneous books that he liked to read and had such cultivation and alchemy methods. How could those guys who claimed to be Senior Alchemists endure this?
Among the Taitianmen, a young disciple was standing in front of the Sect Master. He was carefully waiting for the Sect Master and the Elders to question him.
This young disciple did not seem to have a high cultivation level. He was only in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm and was about to enter the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm. However, there was still a certain gap between him and Core Formation.
The young man was very familiar. If Yang Chen was present, he would be able to recognize that the young man was Yang Lan, his former enemy.
However, at this moment, Yang Lan still had the arrogant posture in front of Yang Chen. He was careful and did not dare to breathe. In the face of a group of elders of the Yuanying and Dacheng stage, it was good that he did not tremble.
"Yang Lan, Yang Chen is your fellow countryman?" The Sect Master did not speak, but an elder of the Yuanying stage asked, and it was an acquaintance who had been to Chunyang Palace, Mao Qi, the Hall Master of the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Taitianmen.
"Reporting to the Hall Master, Yang Chen is indeed a fellow countryman of this disciple." Even if it was only Mao Qi who spoke, Yang Lan did not dare to neglect and hurriedly replied: "He and this disciple are from the same village. We also came together to participate in the selection of the outer sect disciples of the Taitianmen."
"What?" Hearing Yang Lan's words, the Sect Master and the Elders, who had been sitting in the back and had not spoken, almost jumped up. An elder who looked like he was in his thirties shouted directly at Yang Lan: "He came to participate in the selection of our Taitianmen disciples?"
"Yes, Elder!" Yang Lan was almost kneeled down by the elder and quickly replied: "But he was unlucky and was not selected at that time."
"Unlucky?" As soon as Yang Lan's words came out, there was an elder who smiled bitterly: "It's not so much that he is unlucky, it's better to say that we are unlucky! Such a good seedling, it happened to be in our Sect's selection of disciples, and he has not yet shown his spiritual root. "
Yang Lan listened to the words of the elders, and his heart moved. He raised his head slightly and made a gesture of wanting to speak but hesitating, then quickly lowered it and returned to his original state. If someone hadn't been staring at him, maybe they wouldn't have found out what he had done.
But who were the people present? The worst one was also a Yuanying stage elder. Although Yang Lan's movements were slight, how could he escape the attention of anyone?
"Do you have anything to say?" Although Mao Qi, the Hall Master of the Foreign Affairs Hall, has lost his own Flying Sword, he has not lost his identity as the Hall Master. When he saw Yang Lan's small movements, he immediately asked.
"Disciple … disciple … it's hard to say." Yang Lan's performance was a little uneasy, and he repeatedly claimed to be two disciples, and finally squeezed out three words, it's hard to say.
Mao Qi's brow wrinkled immediately. In front of the Sect Master and the elders, he even dared to say that there was something that was hard to say? He snorted at Yang Lan, and the momentum was slightly released, and he ordered mercilessly: "Say it!"
"Yes!" Yang Lan's body was very natural, and he promised a sentence, completely with a look of fear and trepidation. Under the pressure of the Yuanying stage master, he, a disciple of the late foundation stage, did not directly collapse in place, which was already a very good performance.
"Yang Chen did not test his spiritual root that year." Mao Qi reprimanded him with pressure, where would he dare to hide anything, and quickly said: "When he entered the mountain gate, I don't know what he saw and shouted. Then there was a master uncle who said that he roared at the mountain gate and threw him directly out of the mountain gate."
After listening to Yang Lan, including the Sect Master, all the elders had an expression on their faces. Because he shouted, he was thrown out of the mountain gate? It doesn't matter if he was thrown, but he directly threw an alchemy genius to the Chunyang Palace!
When they thought that he was originally the treasure of the Taitianmen, but because of such a small thing, he became a disciple of another sect, everyone's mood was simply indescribable.
A kid who had never seen the world, when he entered the mountain gate of the Taitianmen, naturally everything was new. How big of a thing was it to shout? Was this also called roaring at the mountain gate?
"Which bastard threw people out?" A master of the dacheng stage, who had never spoken, usually didn't care much about the affairs of the Sect. The elder who was immersed in cultivation suddenly broke out, and his momentum was like a thunderbolt, pressing against Yang Lan.
This elder has been trapped in the middle dacheng stage bottleneck for a long time. After hearing about the Questioning Inner Heart Pill, he was excited, but even if it was the Taitianmen, they only bought one at the auction house, and it was also used for research, it was not used for a breakthrough at all. Now that he heard that the alchemy master of the Taitianmen had become a disciple of another sect, and he was still hopeless to ask for the pill, he suddenly broke out.
The majesty of the master of the dacheng stage, how could a small disciple of the foundation stage bear it. Yang Lan was not as strong as Yang Chen, and his spiritual awareness was already heaven defying. Seeing that Yang Lan was about to suffer, a halo suddenly flashed around him, and the pressure of the elder of the dacheng stage was also blocked outside.
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