Chapter 1085: Slapping Faces at the Gate

"Senior means that the Holy Domain probably already knew of the existence of the Son of Heaven's Mandate, so they deliberately conserved their strength?" Ye Yuan guessed, catching on quickly.

If the demon race truly unified the Divine Realm, even if the Holy Domain were a turtle shell, the demons would gather the entire power of the Divine Realm to attack it, and the shell would be shattered.

The experts of the Holy Domain could not have failed to understand this.

The only possibility was that they knew someone could save the Divine Realm, so they held the idea of self-preservation and deliberately held back.

Long Teng sneered, "The war between humans and demons has lasted at least a million years. For a long-established power like the Holy Domain, what's strange about knowing this? But their actions are truly despicable! I didn't expect that after fifty thousand years, they are still the same!"

Hearing Long Teng say this, Ye Yuan felt utter contempt for the Holy Domain.

In a matter of life and death for the entire Divine Realm, the Holy Domain, as the number one power, actually wanted to stand by and watch—truly shameless to the extreme!

While others fought bloody battles, they sat back and enjoyed the fruits, stepping on the bones of others to rise.

And this had even become a tradition—the same fifty thousand years ago, and the same today, fifty thousand years later!

Ye Yuan said, "That old fogey Yun Xiao definitely isn't in seclusion. He wants to use the 'delay' tactic to make me back off. Hmph, do they think I'm so easy to get rid of?"

Long Teng shook his head, "It's useless. He's made up his mind not to see you. Even if you go to his door and beg, he won't see you!"

Ye Yuan said nothing and began pacing the room.

Seeing this, Long Teng also kept silent, knowing that Ye Yuan was surely thinking of a way.

After a long while, a smile appeared on Ye Yuan's face. Long Teng knew something was up.

...

Tiansheng Square was the largest square in the Holy City, with a huge flow of people. It was one of the busiest areas in the city.

Early the next morning, a new stall appeared in Tiansheng Square.

On the left and right sides of the stall, two large vertical banners were placed.

The banner on the left read "Every Request Granted," and the one on the right read "Free of Charge!"

As soon as this setup was displayed, it immediately attracted a large crowd of martial artists.

"Eh, what's this? Fortune-telling? Martial artists defy fate; who believes in fate?"

"Are you stupid? Look at this setup—does it look like fortune-telling? There are several alchemy cauldrons over there; clearly, it's for alchemy."

"You mean... free alchemy? Such a good deal? But even if it's free, isn't this kid too arrogant? 'Every Request Granted'—who does he think he is?"

"Heh, you're out of the loop. This young man is no ordinary person; he's the peak Alchemy Emperor Qingyunzi! Back then, Qingyunzi didn't die; a wisp of his remnant soul escaped to the lower realm and was reborn through possession!"

"Qingyunzi! My god, Qingyunzi is setting up a stall here to help people with alchemy? What is he doing? Right next to him is the headquarters of the Alchemist Association. This... this is too provocative, isn't it?"

Ye Yuan's identity was no longer a secret. There were many well-informed people in the Holy City who knew that Ye Yuan was Qingyunzi.

This discussion immediately caused an uproar in the crowd.

What status did the peak Alchemy Emperor Qingyunzi hold? In the past, let alone asking him to refine pills, even meeting him was extremely rare.

Today, he was actually offering free alchemy, and the banner even said 'Every Request Granted.'

More importantly, he set up his stall right at the entrance of the Alchemist Association headquarters—this was absolutely mind-blowing.

No one had ever dared to provoke the Alchemist Association like this.

Even at the height of the Medicine King Hall's power, they had never made such a face-slapping move.

The rivalry between the Medicine King Hall and the Alchemist Association had always been a behind-the-scenes struggle. Such a blatant, face-slapping move had never occurred.

Of course, although the Medicine King Hall was powerful, the Alchemist Association was no pushover either.

Ji Zhengyang's alchemy skill was on par with Jing Fengtian's.

Where did Qingyunzi get the courage to slap faces right at their doorstep?

At this moment, many people were watching, but not a single person dared to step forward and request alchemy.

This was the entrance of the Alchemist Association. Asking Qingyunzi for alchemy would be slapping the Alchemist Association's face. Not everyone had the guts to go against the Alchemist Association.

Just then, a person suddenly rushed out from the crowd—a middle-aged martial artist.

He came before Ye Yuan and directly knelt down with a thud.

"Lord Qingyunzi, please, save my wife!" the middle-aged martial artist said, tears streaming down his face.

This middle-aged martial artist was only at the Heaven Enlightenment realm, an insignificant figure in the Holy City.

Ye Yuan, who had been sitting upright, saw the middle-aged martial artist's emotion and quickly went to support him, saying, "Brother, no need for this. Since I said 'Every Request Granted,' I won't refuse anyone. Tell me, what happened to your wife?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged martial artist was overjoyed and quickly gave a brief account of his wife's condition.

The middle-aged martial artist was named Lu Wu. Half a year ago, he and his wife went to a secret realm in the Holy Domain to find treasures. Unexpectedly, his wife was bitten by a small snake.

It was an unformed small snake, and they didn't think much of it at the time. After expelling the venom, they continued deeper. But soon, Lu Wu noticed something was wrong.

His wife's body quickly developed many red spots, and then her skin began to ulcerate.

By now, almost all of Lu Wu's wife's skin had ulcerated, and it seemed she was on the verge of death.

He sought help from alchemists of the Alchemist Association, but even the Alchemy Saints there couldn't diagnose the problem.

As for Alchemy Venerables, Lu Wu simply couldn't afford their fees. The Alchemy Venerable he approached said that without Heavenly Origin Crystals, there would be no discussion.

Lu Wu deeply loved his wife, so he pestered that Alchemy Venerable every day, hoping to move him with his sincerity.

But the man didn't appreciate it at all.

Unexpectedly, when he came today, he saw Ye Yuan setting up a stall. He didn't know Ye Yuan, but when he heard that this was the famous Lord Qingyunzi, he didn't hesitate to be the first to step forward.

After hearing Lu Wu's situation, Ye Yuan immediately understood and said, "That was a Seven-Absolute Twin-Flower Snake. Its venom has two types of toxins: one is explicit and easy to expel, while the other is implicit and extremely hard to detect. To expel this poison, you need an eighth-grade pill, the Taiyi Qingfeng Pill."

Hearing this, Lu Wu's face showed wild joy.

A peak Alchemy Emperor was indeed a peak Alchemy Emperor—just from his description, he could determine what poison his wife had been afflicted with.

That Alchemy Saint was utterly pathetic!

However, his joy quickly faded, and he said dejectedly, "Lord Qingyunzi, eighth... eighth-grade spiritual herbs, I can't afford them!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "No matter. I still have some eighth-grade spiritual herbs on me, and I happen to have the ingredients for the Taiyi Qingfeng Pill. I'll refine it for you now!"