Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Luo Chen frowned, looking at her.

“Which three?”

“Xiang Yan, Peng Yuan Yu…”

Luo Chen knew these two. They were the rogue cultivators from the Great River District who joined the Luo Tian Creed alongside Bian Zhen during his three years of closed-door cultivation.

In reality, they had previously held the positions of second and third in command at Pan Mountain Castle.

However, due to their leader Fang Chengshan vehemently opposing Luo Chen during the Battle of Xiao Huan Mountain, he was decapitated by Luo Chen’s sword, leading to the dissolution of Pan Mountain Castle.

After wrestling with the aftermath for several years, they eventually chose to join the Luo Tian Creed.

In terms of strength, they were regarded as competent.

Unexpectedly, they died in…

“Zeng Wen.”

“Hmm?”

“Also Zeng Wen.”

“Who did you say?” Luo Chen’s calm face, showed a ripple.

How could Zeng Wen possibly die?

Even if all the Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators of Luo Tian Creed died, it would not be his turn.

For this plump fellow, who was the first to purchase Allure Pill from him, Luo Chen knew him better than anyone else.

Highly skilled, diverse techniques.

Luo Chen, when he was at a low level, even sought guidance on Earth Type Techniques from him.

Furthermore, Zeng Wen was somewhat cautious.

To put it bluntly, that means he feared death.

Often, if the situation did not favor him, he would immediately retreat.

Even when the Broken Mountain Gang was annihilated, and even if Wang Yuan was severely injured, he still managed to remain unscathed.

How could such a person die in this great melee?

He should be living better than anyone else!

In Luo Chen’s incredulous gaze.

Simi Huiniang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with immense regret, “Friend Zeng, in order to protect his wife and child, was severely wounded. After Hall Master Gu made his way out of the Gaoling Plains, he…he could no longer hold on and fell….”

“Take me to see him!”

“Forget it, you go about your business.”

Luo Chen swept his sleeve and strode away.

Sima Huiniang bit her lip, watching Luo Chen’s retreating figure, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

No one knew what she was thinking.

With a sigh, Sima Huiniang got back to the busy post-battle work.

“The chairman is here!”

“It’s the chairman!”

“The chairman is mighty, unrivaled amongst his peers!”

“Hello, chairman!”

Luo Chen walked silently through the crowd, all the compliments and praises seeming like fleeting clouds.

Soon, he arrived at the camp where the wounded were gathered.

On the left, there was an area covered by a white cloth.

Faintly, the sound of sobbing could be heard non-stop.

With a slight move of his gaze, Luo Chen moved into the crowd.

At first glance, he saw a little boy.

Collapsed next to a bloody, plump corpse.

“Daddy…”

“Daddy…”

“Xiao Long, your daddy is just sleeping.”

The little one glanced doubtfully at his mother, then shakily lied down next to the corpse, babbling cheerfully.

“I also…want to sleep…”

“Yes, go to sleep.”

Watching this scene, Luo Chen took a deep breath.

He slowly approached.

All the grieving and sorrowful eyes fell on him.

Luo Chen bent down and gently lifted little Zeng Yilong into his wide embrace.

He didn’t resist, he didn’t fuss, he just quietly fell asleep.

Bowing his head.

Looking at the corpse which was almost beyond recognition, he opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated.

Finally, he softly asked, “Friend Zeng, did he leave any last words?”

At this moment, he familiarly used the phrase “Friend Zeng”, just like when they first met.

There was no consideration of rank or position.

Only a farewell between friends.

Xiugu sat on the ground, wiping her tears and weeping. “There were no last words, he only had time to say, survive.”

“Survive…”

Luo Chen pursed his lips, a bitter smile in his heart.

“Just like you, Friend Zeng! Before dying, you passed down the family teaching.”

Holding Zeng Yilong, he gently patted the child’s back.

He parted his lips slightly.

Said in a soft voice, yet resolvedly:

“His son, will survive!”