Path of Alchemy Mastery-Chapter 305 - 306: The Drunkard Makes a Move

The moment when the drunkard unleashed all his power, everyone was stunned; this flag bearer, who had always appeared unremarkable and had shown no exceptional qualities, turned out to genuinely possess the strength of a Martial Saint.

A Martial Saint willingly becoming a flag bearer for a dog, this indeed was an irony.

Just now, Big Nose and the others were so arrogant in front of a Martial Saint, which was yet another irony.

"Hehe, you kid really are not simple, no wonder you are considered my equal," Zhang Long chuckled with a smile.

From the moment he stepped forward, he was destined to be on the same side as the drunkard. Seeing the drunkard’s strength, Big Nose’s face turned pale.

Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn’t believe that a Martial Saint could go to such lengths, setting aside all pride to cheer for a dog with a flag.

"Let’s go." Big Nose turned his head to speak to the people behind him. Facing the peak of the Martial Arts Sect, they could strike without hesitation, but facing a Martial Saint, even just a Basic Level Martial Saint, they dared not even think of making a move.

Martial Arts Sect and Martial Saint, though only differing by one word, had strengths that were worlds apart; a Martial Saint had at least a profound understanding of the laws of the universe, a completely different level compared to the Martial Arts Sect.

"Did I say you could leave?" The drunkard, looking at Big Nose who was about to leave, spoke indifferently.

In front of Wang Cai, the drunkard might not be able to resist and could only be pressed to the ground to be rubbed at will, but facing others, the drunkard reverted to his usual domineering self.

"How so? That dog is dead, can’t we just leave this thing behind, do we have to utterly destroy each other?" Big Nose, hearing what the drunkard said, immediately stood still, turned back, and talked, with none of the ferocity in his voice that was there just before; anyone could hear his lack of confidence.

"I said you can’t leave, so you can’t leave, why all this nonsense?" The drunkard waved his hand casually, and from his wine gourd suddenly emerged a stream of liquor, tightly binding several people.

"Do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please?" This is the awesome aspect of a Martial Saint; merely with the liquor from the gourd, he has subdued several from the Martial Arts Sect.

The moment they were firmly tied up, these people really changed color because they felt that the drunkard was not joking, he was serious.

Nevertheless, these people were not very afraid in their hearts, after all, the rules of the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm were clear—a no killing rule was their greatest protection, and until a life-or-death situation, nobody would truly want to violate this, although they did not know why this rule existed, but the prohibition of killing hung over everyone’s heads like a sharp sword.

"Do you think that just because I can’t kill you, I can’t do anything to you?"

Seeing a few people looking unconcerned, the drunkard grinned and asked.

"Isn’t it?" Big Nose said stubbornly, the person as the knife, I as the fish, even kneeling and begging for mercy now might not change the drunkard’s mind.

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?" The drunkard chuckled, and this smile made several people’s scalp tingle; what if this person really went crazy and killed them.

A Martial Saint who willingly cheers for a dog might not necessarily be a mentally sound person.

"Throw them in," the Drunkard commanded indifferently, looking at the frightened faces of several people.

Behind the Drunkard, his followers, who had always been loyal, heard his command and immediately pushed the tightly bound people to the entrance of the tomb.

Inside the tomb, the fiery eyes had disappeared as if they had never existed, restoring it to its former calm, the only difference being that the sturdy big black dog had also vanished without a trace.

"Wang Cai died for me, no matter what, I must retrieve what’s inside for him," the Drunkard said, his eyes slightly reddening as he looked at the empty tomb.

To be honest, the Drunkard had also resented Wang Cai before. However, upon reflection, Wang Cai had not done anything excessive to him. If the roles were reversed, he probably could not have been as generous as Wang Cai.

"Hey, this Drunkard isn’t bad," Mu Can and Wang Cai observed everything that had happened from behind. The performance of the Drunkard left no room for criticism; there was nothing inappropriate to point out.

"Woof! He’s not bad, there’s no Slaughter Energy on him. It’s just his habit of eating dog meat that I can’t stand."

In Wang Cai’s eyes, the Drunkard did not possess the Slaughter Energy typical of those who kill innocents indiscriminately; it was a sort of resentful energy.

"Haha, it’s just some dog meat. Aren’t you being a bit too petty?" Mu Can laughed heartily at Wang Cai, who seemed agitated by the remark.

It was indeed rare to see Wang Cai falter in the face of someone else. Mu Can wished he could permanently record Wang Cai’s current expression for posterity.

"Woof!" Wang Cai opened his mouth wide to bite Mu Can but was promptly blocked by the prepared Mu Can.

"When do you plan to make a move?" Mu Can, unfazed by blocking Wang Cai’s attack, was not inclined to continue holding grudges, especially since the dog had just taken a significant blow and retreated embarrassingly back into the Reincarnation Pearl.

"Let’s wait and see a bit more." Wang Cai had initially intended to make his presence known immediately, but after seeing the Drunkard make his move, he decided to discard those thoughts for now. Using the Drunkard’s hand to test these men seemed like a good idea now.

Although it was a spontaneous decision to gather these men, Wang Cai cared about their true intentions as he wanted genuine followers, not fair-weather supporters who only rallied when it was convenient.

"That’s fine, is there any danger left in there?" Mu Can pointed at the tomb and asked.

The recent transformation inside the tomb had also startled him, making him fear that Wang Cai had met with misfortune.

"There should be no danger left. The power accumulated over many years by the Divine Beast Flames has been used on me; damn it, luckily I now possess an Artifact Spirit body, or else I would have been done for this time." Wang Cai said resentfully.

After all, he had underestimated the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm and ended up suffering a loss here.

"Are you an Undying Body now?" Mu Can was equally astonished, unable to comprehend how Wang Cai remained unscathed even after his body was incinerated to ashes.

"Do you think there was no cost?" Mentioning this made Wang Cai slightly gloomy, having died once and lost a third of the accumulated energy of the Reincarnation Pearl, a massive loss which, given Wang Cai’s miserly nature, was excruciatingly painful to bear.