The Son of the Blood-Slaughter Emperor

Yun Xiao’s eavesdropping was actually known to Chen Chang'an. Although Yun Xiao’s soul was strong, it still couldn’t compare to Chen Chang'an’s.

Yun Xiao thought he was being careful and wouldn’t be discovered, but from the very beginning, his actions had been noticed by Chen Chang'an.

Due to the Heavenly Punishment incident, Chen Chang'an didn’t confront Yun Xiao. On the other hand, he also wanted to see what this kid was up to.

But who would’ve thought that after the Heavenly Punishment ended, Yun Xiao simply vanished.

“Since he’s already gone, let it be.”

“With his current strength, he can’t cause any real trouble,” Chen Chang'an said with a laugh.

“True. This person might have secrets, but he likely harbors no ill will toward me.”

“Medicine Destiny, go prepare fine wine and dishes. I want to drink with Brother Chen until we’re thoroughly drunk.”

“Yes, Master.”

Medicine Destiny excitedly ran off to prepare the feast. The drinking session lasted a full three days and nights.

During those three days, the alchemists who had gathered earlier also took their leave one by one. After all, this was the Alchemy Emperor Manor, and they couldn’t very well overstay their welcome.

“So this is Alchemy Emperor City?”

“Took me months to get here. What a waste of time.”

“Let’s go, to the Alchemy Emperor Manor!”

“Yes, Young Master!”

A lavishly dressed young man swaggered into Alchemy Emperor City with several attendants in tow.

Bystanders couldn’t help but speculate about his identity.

“Looks like this one’s got quite the background.”

“Indeed, he carries himself with an air of nobility—though he’s a bit too… arrogant.”

“Just look at the attendants following him. Even their auras are extraordinary. Maybe he has the right to be arrogant.”

“Who knows which young lord this is? Coming to Alchemy Emperor City, he’s probably here for the Alchemy Emperor himself.”

“See the direction he’s heading? Straight for the Alchemy Emperor Manor.”

The young man and his entourage arrived at the Alchemy Emperor Manor, where they encountered Kuang Zhongtang guarding the gate.

Truth be told, Kuang Zhongtang didn’t need to stand guard at the entrance, but he insisted on it, claiming it was his duty as the manor’s protector. Yao Niming simply let him have his way.

“You! Go and announce to the Immortal Alchemy Emperor that this Young Master has arrived.”

The young man looked down his nose at Kuang Zhongtang, not sparing him a single glance, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Kuang Zhongtang’s expression darkened. Where did this brat come from, daring to call himself “Young Master”?

Whose Young Master are you, huh?

Do you even know where you are? This is the Alchemy Emperor Manor. Got a screw loose, coming here to show off?

Kuang Zhongtang ignored the insolent brat and instead sized up the attendants behind him.

All of them at the Immortal Realm?

Well, well. Seems he’s got some backing after all.

“Is your Young Master here mentally deficient?”

Kuang Zhongtang was never one to shy away from trouble. If he didn’t ask this question, he felt he’d suffocate from holding it in.

“How dare you!”

“Are you insulting our Young Master?”

The attendants’ faces twisted in fury at Kuang Zhongtang’s words.

Seeing their reaction, Kuang Zhongtang understood—like master, like servants.

A bunch of lunatics.

“Are you all out of your minds?”

“Coming to the Alchemy Emperor Manor and still putting on airs?”

“And what kind of way is this to pay a visit?”

“‘This Young Master has arrived’—who the hell are you? How would anyone know your name?”

“If you’re not mentally deficient, then what are you?”

“Damn it, what kind of idiot raised a little fool like you?”

Kuang Zhongtang had always been blunt, but his words ignited the young man’s rage. The attendants didn’t hesitate—they immediately attacked.

“Fighting? Bring it on!”

“Haven’t had a good scrap in days. You’ll make a fine warm-up!”

Though outnumbered three to one, Kuang Zhongtang was no pushover. The moment they clashed, the attendants realized they’d bitten off more than they could chew.

Even working together, the three of them couldn’t overpower Kuang Zhongtang!

“Beat him to a pulp! How dare he insult me—insult my father!”

“Kill him!”

The commotion outside was impossible to miss.

“Does this… happen often here?” Chen Chang'an asked Yao Niming.

“Never before.”

“I may not stand on ceremony, but everyone who comes here knows to be respectful.”

“Even those at the Emperor Realm are courteous.”

“Someone this brazen? First time I’ve seen it.”

Yao Niming was genuinely curious about the young man’s identity. It wasn’t an empty boast—no one dared cause trouble here.

Offending an Emperor-tier alchemist was no small matter. A single word from one could rally countless powerful figures, including Emperor Realm experts, to settle the score.

“Let’s go see which family raised this little fool.”

Chen Chang'an’s curiosity was piqued. As they stepped out, the fight outside had already ended.

Kuang Zhongtang had triumphed, defeating all three opponents single-handedly.

“With skills like yours, you dare make trouble here?”

“What a joke.” Kuang Zhongtang sneered at the defeated trio.

“Young Master, forgive us. We’ve shamed you.”

The attendants ignored Kuang Zhongtang’s taunts, clearly more concerned with their Young Master’s reaction.

The young man, addressed as “Young Master,” glared at Kuang Zhongtang, his voice icy. “You’ve got some nerve. Do you even know who I am?”

“Do you know who my father is?”

Kuang Zhongtang’s expression was indescribable. This guy was definitely unhinged.

How the hell would I know who you are if you don’t introduce yourself?

“Are you brain-dead?”

“Did you grow up eating crap?”

Kuang Zhongtang was a rough man, and his words matched his temperament.

The young man’s face flushed red with anger, but with his men defeated, he was even more furious.

“My—my father is the Blood Slaughter Emperor. Now do you understand?”

Blood Slaughter Emperor?

Hearing that name, Kuang Zhongtang was startled. Damn, the son of an Emperor?

But… the Blood Slaughter Emperor was no spring chicken. He’d reached the Emperor Realm ten thousand years ago and ranked among the most powerful. How could he have such a young son?

“So you’re the Blood Slaughter Emperor’s son.”

“Your name is Leng Wuqing, isn’t it?”

Yao Niming stepped forward, smiling at the young man. Leng Wuqing was puzzled—how did this man know his name?

Was his reputation already so widespread, even reaching Alchemy Emperor City?

“At least someone here has some knowledge, recognizing this Young Master’s name.”

“And who are you?” Leng Wuqing asked haughtily.

“Me? Yao Niming. Ever heard of me?” Yao Niming replied with a chuckle.

Yao Niming?

What kind of name was that?

“Bullshit! No one would name themselves ‘Want Your Life.’ Are you mocking me?” Leng Wuqing demanded angrily.

"Young Master, this... this man is the Immortal Alchemy Emperor, named Yao Niming, not 'Take Your Life'," the attendant hastily reminded him.

Huh?

This guy is the Immortal Alchemy Emperor? He just looks like some ordinary old man.

Leng Wuqing's behavior had already led everyone to silently diagnose him—this fool was a complete idiot.

Even the Blood Slaughter Emperor was at fault. Why let such a son out instead of keeping him locked up at home for treatment?

"Kid, did you come here to get treated?"

"But then again, idiocy seems incurable."

"Maybe you should just go home. The outside world is dangerous—it's not for you."

At first, Leng Wuqing didn’t even react to Chen Chang'an's words. He glared at him and snapped, "This young master is speaking to the Alchemy Emperor. Who the hell are you?"

"Besides, I’m not here for treatment. I’m perfectly healthy."

"Whether the outside world is dangerous or not—what’s it to you?"

"No, no, just because you're physically healthy doesn’t mean you’re not sick."

"A brain is a good thing. Why did you just toss yours away?"

"Damn it, you’re insulting me!"

Though slow on the uptake, Leng Wuqing wasn’t a complete moron. He could tell Chen Chang'an was calling him an idiot.

"You three, go and—"

Leng Wuqing instinctively ordered his three attendants to teach Chen Chang'an a lesson, but when he met Kuang Zhongtang’s fierce glare, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Humiliated!

So damn humiliating!

In all his years, he had never felt so utterly disgraced.

"My father is the Blood Slaughter Emperor. Do you even know who the Blood Slaughter Emperor is?"

"We know," the crowd answered in unison.

"Then how dare you—"

Leng Wuqing glared at them furiously, but their indifferent expressions only deepened his frustration.

"Waaah!"

"Bullying me!"

"You’re all bullying me!"

Huh?

Damn, this kid actually started crying from anger?