Chương 86: The Peerless Pill Venerable (Part 14)

"Damn it!" Su Chen suddenly remembered something the old man had once mentioned. Su Weichang had found him abandoned in the snow. Around his neck had been a longevity lock engraved with the character "Su." Su Chen had always known the longevity lock was no ordinary object, yet he had never paid it much mind and had never actively sought out his origins. Now it seemed… this one overlooked detail. Had become fatally dangerous!

"So this life… ends just like that. Really feels a bit unwilling." A bitter taste rose in Su Chen's heart. Just as the giant hand was about to envelop the entire vessel, a beam of light descended from the heavens. It pierced straight through the massive palm. Su Chen focused his gaze. It was a golden holy spear. An aura both familiar and strange emanated from the spear.

"Old ghost… you, a saint, actually bully the young and attack a disciple of my Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land. Do you think there is no one left in Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land?" A middle-aged man clad in golden armor descended from the sky. With a casual wave of his hand, the golden holy spear hummed in response. Su Chen looked up at the man. There were traces of an old acquaintance in his features, yet it was not the same person.

"Sacred Lord!" Su Chen recognized him. The disciples and elders of Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land also recognized him. Song Jun recognized him as well. Song Jun sealed the blood flowing from his palm and asked with a grave expression, "Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord! Why are you here?" One golden holy spear, one set of golden armor. Both were saint king artifacts—fully awakened saint king artifacts! Even for him, they posed a serious threat…

Although the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord had not yet stepped into the saint realm, with two fully awakened saint king artifacts boosting him, his combat power absolutely crushed that of an ordinary saint! Song Jun still could not understand why the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord had appeared here. Unfortunately, the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord was not one for idle talk. Every second of saint king power consumed an astronomical amount of resources for the sacred land.

Without another word, he charged toward Song Jun. The saint's expression changed dramatically. A single spear thrust pierced straight through his chest.

"Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land… this seat will remember the enmity of these two spears. One day, I will repay it a thousandfold!" Song Jun's figure vanished between heaven and earth. Knowing he was no match, he chose immediate retreat. The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord withdrew the golden holy spear and sighed softly.

"What a pity. He still escaped…" If he had already become a saint and wielded saint king weapons, how could he have let this great enemy flee? The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord descended onto the vessel. Myriad Forms Pill Venerable asked in confusion, "Sacred Lord, why are you here?" The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord glanced toward Su Chen.

"An old friend in the Central Continent sent word that someone intended to act against one of our sacred land's disciples. Though Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land currently lacks a saint-grade powerhouse, we are not soft persimmons to be squeezed at will! Upon receiving the message, this lord deduced the enemy would surely intercept us on the return path. I hurried here as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, I failed to keep that old ghost here." This story is posted elsewhere by the author.

Help them out by reading the authentic version. Su Chen asked, "May I ask, Sacred Lord—who was the saint that attacked us just now?" The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord answered, "Song Jun, a saint of the Song Clan from the Central Continent. Rest assured. Since Song Jun dared to bully the young, once this lord becomes a saint, I will personally bring saint king weapons and pay a visit to the Song Clan! You have not let down Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land.

Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land will not let you down either." Su Chen thought for a moment, then took out the longevity lock and asked the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord, "Does the Sacred Lord perhaps know of this disciple's origins?" The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord accepted the longevity lock and nodded.

"This lord does indeed know your origins. The Central Continent has already informed me. However… knowing too much may not be a good thing. Do you truly wish to know?" Su Chen nodded. Whether he had origins or not actually mattered little. What mattered was that Su Chen wanted to see—how many enemies this life still held. The Song Clan of the Central Continent… Su Chen had committed the name to memory. He, Su, had always been one to hold grudges.

If he had not won first place in the alchemy conference and drawn such attention—if no one had warned the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord in advance—then this life might have ended inexplicably, slain by a saint. Wasting so many Reverse Fate Points… just thinking about it made him feel stifled. The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord let out a long sigh.

"Your origins… it is a long story. It begins seventeen hundred years ago, with your ancestor…" Su Chen finally understood the truth of this life. He had been born into the Su Clan of the Central Continent. His ancestor had been a legendary figure, a powerhouse who stood half a step into the saint realm. He too had possessed the Seven Apertures Exquisite Body. Just as he was on the verge of becoming a saint, he was ambushed by the ancestor of the Song Clan.

The Song Clan spread word that the Su Clan had captured one of their geniuses and refined him into a blood pill in an attempt to break through to sainthood. In the ensuing battle, the Su Clan ancestor was slain. The Purple Sun Su Clan was destroyed, and the few scattered survivors were hunted down relentlessly by the Song Clan. Su Chen had been the young master of the Su Clan. The blood of the Su lineage flowed through his veins. Su Chen: "…"

The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Lord continued, "Whether the Song Clan's accusations were true or false is unknown. But with your Seven Apertures Exquisite Body, the Song Clan will never give up hunting you." Su Chen nodded. So this was what it felt like to be targeted as a child of destiny! He was only at the Profound Connection Realm, yet he had already drawn the personal attack of a saint. Utterly shameless! Su Chen felt deeply speechless.

"It seems talent and comprehension don't come from nowhere… If one's background is too low, trouble is inevitable!" This had been truly dangerous. … The group returned safely to Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land in the Eastern Wasteland. News of Su Chen winning first place in the Central Continent alchemy conference spread like wildfire. Li Yichen stared in shock.

"Holy crap, Brother Su, you're insane!" First among the younger generation of pill dao across all five domains! Then a thought struck him. He leaned in cautiously.

"Brother Su, given our relationship… surely there's a friends-and-family discount when I ask you to refine pills, right? The number-one young alchemist in the five domains is actually my good bro… hehe!" Su Chen looked at the grinning youth who resembled an excited fool and gave a faint smile.

"Of course. From now on, every pill you, Li Yichen, ask me to personally refine will be at eighty percent price." Li Yichen's face lit up. He slapped the table and laughed heartily.

"Great! Brother Su, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. From now on, if there's anything you need, just say the word to your brother Li Yichen!" Su Chen calmly added, "However… starting today, the contribution points required whenever I personally refine a pill for you will be doubled." Li Yichen's smile froze. His face filled with bitterness.

"Brother Su, you know how poor Sword-Hiding Peak has always been. You can't be this heartless…" Su Chen pretended not to hear. Li Yichen drank sullenly, already thinking he would have to visit the Myriad Flower Peak much less often in the future. Time passed in a flash. Thirty years went by. Su Chen remained in Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land the entire time. One day, the sacred land trembled. A terrifying aura rose like a blazing sun.

Across the Eastern Wasteland, countless powerful gazes turned toward Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land. Su Chen lifted his head and narrowed his eyes.

"It's the aura of a saint… The Sacred Lord has finally taken that step. Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land now has its first saint!" Joy and emotion surged in Su Chen's heart. After more than two thousand years, the promise once thought impossible to fulfill. After countless twists and turns, it had finally come true! The first saint of Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land's lineage had appeared!