Path of Alchemy Mastery-Chapter 298 - 299: The Terrifying Wang Cai

Mu Can originally wanted to play dumb and wait to see Wang Cai’s reaction. He was looking forward to seeing what the dog would look like when it went mad. Mu Can could have directly issued a death sentence to these people. Messing with Mu Can, he might be lenient due to a soft heart, but if they provoked Wang Cai, with the dog’s petty nature, others aside, the leader reeking of alcohol was probably a goner.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who talked to me like this? I don’t like underlings talking in front of me," Mu Can looked at the one threatening him and said indifferently.

"Who are you calling an underling? Damn, you’re dead," the sidekick hated it most when others called him an underling. Although following the drunkard, they were no different from underlings. But in this world, people tend to care the most about what they lack, and Wang Yu was such a person. He got many benefits from tagging along behind the drunkard, eating and drinking for free, but he didn’t want to be called the drunkard’s sidekick.

"Shut up," the drunkard coldly glanced at the agitated Wang Yu and scolded.

"Brother, I truly want to make a trade with you. How about this: you give me that big black dog, and I give you a few Martial Saint Level Elixirs?" As he spoke, the drunkard took out two sleek Elixirs from his Storage Magical Treasure. Mu Can recognized at a glance that they were Spiritual Power Pills effective for Martial Saints.

Although the effects were mediocre, since they could work on Martial Saints, they were not considered low-grade. However, these pills were for restoring Spiritual Power, so their practicality was not strong.

"Brother Drunkard, why offer him pills? Just rob him. As long as we don’t kill anyone, what’s the big deal?" Wang Yu, was unwilling, the Elixirs were already rare in the Mortal World, and these were the drunkard’s treasured collection.

"Hehe, young friend, what do you think?" This time the drunkard did not scold Wang Yu; Mu Can could see that he was using Wang Yu to add some pressure.

"What if I say I disagree?" Mu Can grinned, smiling happily, confusing everyone present.

"Brother Drunkard, did we run into a madman? Is it because the Elixirs are too precious that he’s gone crazy with joy?" one of the other sidekicks beside the drunkard said.

"Wang Cai, he wants to eat you, do you agree?" Mu Can hadn’t laughed so openly in a long time.

"Woof! Want to eat Master Wang Cai, why don’t you ask my opinion first?" Wang Cai bared his teeth and barked.

"Damn, this dog is demonically possessed."

"A talking dog, what kind of Demon Beast is this?"

In the Mortal World, a Demon Beast’s strength could reach a certain level to converse with humans. Clearly, they now regarded Wang Cai as some sort of Demon Beast.

"Dog Clan Demon Beasts, I’ve eaten many, but never one that talks," the drunkard licked his lips. In his eyes, Wang Cai was no longer a dog but a plate of cooked dog meat.

"You really are courting death," Mu Can held his forehead, looking done.

This drunkard had only early-stage Martial Saint power and yet dared to provoke Wang Cai, a terrifying being. This was seeking self-destruction. freёweɓnovel.com

"I’m courting death, young friend, have you had too much to drink? Can’t make out the situation?" the drunkard chuckled lightly, even having the time to bring a liquor jug to his lips for a drink.

The drunkard was naturally the number one amongst the sect’s younger generation, the eldest senior brother in the sect. His greatest hobbies outside of Cultivation were fine wines, drinking himself to a stupor daily without using Spiritual Power to sober up.

Even though he was dizzily drunk every day, his strength was the strongest among the younger generation, so many still wanted to follow him and be his sidekicks. These people knew that although the drunkard might have a strange personality, he was never stingy with people around him.

Before the drunkard could even set down his wine jug, he felt a black shadow instantly appear before him, followed by a vast dog paw slowly enlarging in front of his eyes.

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed as the flask in the drunkard’s grip was forcefully shattered by the black claw.

Boom!

A loud explosion followed, indicating the destruction of the Space Magical Treasure, with the entire scene now filled with the heavy scent of alcohol.

The drunkard stared at the flask in his hand that had burst apart, his face twisted with agony.

"You’re courting death." That flask was his most prized possession, and it hid his greatest secret.

The reason why he was a drunkard was precisely because of this flask, which could infuse the alcohol it stored with Spiritual Energy. Drinking the Spiritual Energy-filled alcohol, his Cultivation steadily increased, and this was the reason he rose to become the top-ranked individual within his Sect.

But now, everything was ruined. The flask itself was a Space Artifact; the most significant characteristic of Space Artifacts is their instability. When faced with immense Attack Power, they are prone to damage—and such damage is irreversible and beyond repair.

"You’re seeking death." The drunkard’s eyes instantly turned red with anger. With his treasure destroyed, the already somewhat tipsy drunkard exploded into a violent rage.

He launched a furious, storm-like assault on Wang Cai.

"It looks like Brother Drunkard is angry."

"Yeah, it’s been a long while since we’ve seen Brother Drunkard go all out. He’s Basic Level Martial Saint now, even the ordinary Elders in our Sect are no match for him."

"Yeah, and look at that dog, frightening enough to sneak attack Brother Drunkard."

"Shh! Brother Drunkard seems to be in a really bad mood, let’s not talk for now."

The crowd failed to realize what they had provoked, still waiting for the Drunkard to erupt and take down Wang Cai.

However, the next second, the developments in the fight completely shocked them.

They saw that the drunkard’s storm-like attack was effortlessly dodged by the easygoing dog.

All the attacks hit nothing but air; it wasn’t that the drunkard wasn’t strong, but rather that Wang Cai was even more powerful.

Every attack from the drunkard left afterimages in the air, yet Wang Cai was nowhere to be seen dodging, and the repetitive strikes hit nothing.

If anyone present could clearly see the actual situation of the fight, then that person had to be Mu Can.

In Mu Can’s eyes, each of the drunkard’s attacks, just as they were about to land on Wang Cai, were nimbly avoided, and then he returned to his original position as if Wang Cai had never moved at all.

In reality, it wasn’t that he hadn’t moved, but that Wang Cai was so much faster. He didn’t even produce afterimages, making it seem as though he didn’t budge an inch.

"Wang Cai’s strength is truly immense. It seems like he never used his full power when he was playing around with me," Mu Can said with a sense of emotion.