Chapter 683: Seventh-Grade Alchemist!

Thunder tribulations had become a common sight in the Alchemy Dao Alliance these days, and people were used to them; most were alchemical thunder tribulations.

But a thunder tribulation appearing at the Alchemy Tower was the first in decades, drawing the attention of many.

"Who is so bold as to refine pills in the Alchemy Tower and even trigger a thunder tribulation?"

"Who knows? Must be an extraordinary figure. Being able to refine a seventh-grade pill is no ordinary feat."

The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion, and many newcomers were secretly astonished.

In the void, the surging thunder tribulation emanated waves of destruction, a scene of writhing serpents, each bolt of tribulation lightning thick and immense.

When a precious pill is born, a thunder tribulation descends—this is the law of heaven and earth. If the tribulation is not overcome, the pill will dissolve into the essence of heaven and earth.

"Judging by the intensity of this thunder tribulation, it's likely a low-grade seventh-level pill," an old man observed, having discerned the details.

At that moment, Yang Tian slowly rose, his eyes fixed on the thunder tribulation in the void. His black hair stirred slightly, and then his figure suddenly dissipated, reappearing within the thunder tribulation.

"A shadow just went in!" a sharp-eyed person exclaimed in disbelief.

"There really is a person, and a young one at that. Is this guy courting death? Doesn't he know this is a thunder tribulation?" someone else shuddered, shocked that anyone would charge into the tribulation.

"No, how old is this guy? How can his alchemy talent be so high? Could he be a hidden genius of the Alchemy Dao Alliance?" another cried out. With the Alchemy Convention imminent, many unfamiliar faces had appeared.

A silent Supreme Elder lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on Yang Tian. His eyelids twitched slightly, betraying his inner turmoil.

"What a peculiar youth. His flesh is like a dragon, his blood energy like a sea—terrifying!" The Supreme Elder was shocked by Yang Tian's physique.

Under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, Yang Tian's large hand shattered the void, his abundant blood energy bursting forth like a torrent, cleaving through patches of thunder tribulation with overwhelming force.

Yang Tian's body stood amidst the myriad bolts of lightning, as if immune to all laws, the tribulation causing him no harm.

His arms suddenly spread wide, unleashing a divine power of ten thousand jun, like a peerless ferocious beast, tearing open a patch of pitch-black thunderclouds and charging into the tribulation.

"Such a terrifying youth! He actually tore through the thunder tribulation! Incredible!" people exclaimed, the scene before them too surreal.

Xiao Xiao blinked her big eyes, her dimples very pretty. She exclaimed in surprise, "It's him! Brother, do you think he's Brother Yang Tian?"

Hearing this, the youth in white as snow touched his nose and said slowly, "It should be him. He is impervious to all thunder, his aura is very similar, and he also knows Old Gu."

"I never thought that the little fellow from back then would now surpass me in cultivation," an old man couldn't help but curl his lips. He was Dan Zong.

Yang Tian's aura swallowed mountains and rivers, his entire body radiating divine radiance like surging waves. Every punch pierced the void, shattering the thunderclouds into pieces.

In the distance, a bronze war chariot shot over, exuding a terrifying aura. Ming Ye's cold gaze fixed on Yang Tian, deep within it hiding a trace of venomous resentment.

The battle record of Purple Forest Manor, Ming Ye being rebuked by Yang Tian until he spat blood, had long become idle talk among the younger generation of various families. He had become a laughingstock.

Even the elders within the sect were disappointed. Ming Ye had once held great prestige among the younger generation, but now he had fallen to rock bottom.

"No matter who you are, you must die!" He let out a beast-like roar. These days, he dared not show his face, showing how strong his pride was.

"Brother Ming, leave this man to our Carefree Valley to deal with. He has mastered the Carefree Step; I guarantee he won't leave Alchemy Dao City!" Xiao Ran hated Yang Tian to the extreme.

"There are too many big shots in Alchemy Dao City right now, so it's not convenient for us to act. Besides, he knows people from the Yu Clan and the Force Clan. We'll have to wait until this convention is over."

"When you catch him, leave his life to me." Clenching his fist, Ming Ye cackled, "I want to finish him off with my own hands... no, make him wish he were dead!"

"Heh, I can make that decision." Upon hearing this, Xiaoran smiled: "No matter how high his cultivation, he can't escape the pursuit of Carefree Valley."

"By the way," Xiaoran then said, "I heard Brother Ye is skilled in alchemy. At the alchemy conference, you can certainly regain some face."

"Of course." A hint of pride appeared on Mingye's face. The Nethergod Sea was a force that even the Alchemy Dao Alliance feared, and he was extremely proud of his alchemy skills.

The lightning tribulation in the void was quickly dispersed by Yang Tian. His gaze fell on the group of terrifying old men below, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck, murmuring: "If it weren't for the eighth layer, I'm afraid even the pills would have been snatched away by them."

The eighth layer was inhabited by supreme beings. Even the Alchemy Dao Alliance feared Old Man Gu's strength; otherwise, Yang Tian's lightning tribulation wouldn't have passed so easily, and the pills would likely have been lost.

At this moment, Yang Tian's gaze fell on the bronze chariot. When he noticed that murderous stare, Yang Tian sneered mockingly, and a piercing chill burst from his eyes.

Two kinds of overwhelming murderous intent clashed in the void. Yang Tian gave a cold laugh, and his body instantly appeared on the eighth layer.

"You've got guts. I'll make you beg me then!" Mingye fumed. The other dared to look at him like that, which he found hard to accept.

"Let the brat be smug for a few days. Then we'll make him wish he were dead!" Xiaoran smiled, a hint of wary mockery in his eyes as he looked at Mingye.

The young man disappeared, and the group of old men grew restless. Were they just going to let him go like that?

"Let this matter rest. Ignorance is blameless." The Supreme Elder said indifferently, his body then dissipating into the void.

"That brat got off easy. If it were anyone else, we'd have taught him a lesson." An old man grumbled a few times.

Xiaoxiao blinked her big eyes and exclaimed, "Little brother is really amazing. He can now refine seventh-grade pills."

"He is somewhat impressive." Seeing Xiaoxiao's admiring gaze, the white-clad youth couldn't help rolling his eyes and said discontentedly, "Can't I also refine seventh-grade pills?"

"Pfft, you don't know how many precious herbs you've ruined to refine just one pill." Xiaoxiao pouted and couldn't help showing contempt.

The white-clad youth was covered in black lines, muttering, "I reckon he's ruined quite a few precious medicines too..."

Back in the eighth-level pill chamber, Yang Tian held a golden pill in his hand, its color extremely brilliant, faintly accompanied by dragon roars, its spirituality striking.

"Not bad..." After fondling it for a while with great affection, Yang Tian grinned: "With this pill refined, the precious medicines consumed these days are almost all recouped."

Yang Tian planned to sell it. Having seen the trade fair, he knew that although high-grade blood stones were precious, many rare treasures could not be exchanged for them, while pills were the best items for barter.

"This pill is of intermediate quality; breaking into the top ten shouldn't be too hard." Touching his nose, Yang Tian fell silent for a long while, then his figure appeared in the Ancestral Dragon Ring.

"I wonder if I can obtain the Soul Fusion Flower at the alchemy competition. If not, I'll have to use the Greenwood Divine Nectar to ensure success."

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Yang Tian did not cultivate. He sank his mind into a state of emptiness, his entire body exuding an ethereal charm.

In his mind, the refining method of the Soul Fusion Pill kept flashing, as he deduced each step bit by bit.

Yang Tian had attempted the Dragon Transformation Pill for a month, mainly because he lacked the correct method. High-grade pills were not comparable to low-grade ones; they required immense experience.

Having succeeded once, Yang Tian had found the causes of failure. Now, refining the Dragon Transformation Pill, he had seventy percent confidence of succeeding directly.

As for the Soul Fusion Pill, Yang Tian had seen a recording of its refinement. Based on his estimation of his own soul strength, the success rate should not be too low.

He immersed himself in deduction. Although it was very tedious, the thought of waking Yang Xiao filled Yang Tian with excitement.

In a trance, half a month passed.

Clang! Clang! A clear and prolonged trembling sound rang out incessantly at this moment, startling many cultivators in seclusion.

The auction grand event was about to begin!