Troublemaker’s Guide to Immortality

Just as the situation outside settled down, Chen Changrong personally escorted a middle-aged man out of the building.

He wore a courteous smile. "Master Qi, I've already told you everything I know. As for her true identity, I genuinely have no idea. If I did, would I dare keep it from you?"

Qi Yu gave Chen Changrong a look full of deeper meaning. "You claim ignorance, yet Hundred Herbs Pavilion keeps selling those perfect-quality pills."

That alone proved it. Chen Changrong was clearly still in contact with the alchemy prodigy. He simply refused to admit it.

Yi Qi Sect was a prestigious sect known for its upright conduct. Qi Yu had come not to provoke conflict, but to seek a worthy disciple. So even though he could see through Chen Changrong's lies, he chose reason over force. He could not risk making an enemy here.

Chen Changrong gave an awkward chuckle. "Master Qi, we only have some business arrangements between us. Beyond that, I really don't know anything more."

Qi Yu said calmly, "Fine, I won't press you. But I hope you'll pass along a message. Tell her that if she is willing to join Yi Qi Sect, I will take her as my personal disciple and teach her everything I know. Pavilion Master Chen, if you make this happen, I will personally reward you with a grade-seven pill."

A grade-seven pill?

Chen Changrong froze for a moment. That was no small promise.

Even he found himself tempted.

Qi Yu had spoken deliberately in front of everyone, then added, "That will be all for today. I'll return tomorrow."

He left as calmly as he came.

Chen Changrong could only laugh bitterly.

A second-grade alchemist had stirred up such a storm—this kind of situation was unheard of.

His mind drifted back to something Qi Yu had told him:

"It took me over a hundred attempts to barely succeed using her formula. For the refined version of the pill to work, the fusion of ingredients must be absolutely flawless. Not even the slightest waste is allowed. And even with my skill as a grade-seven alchemist, I've only managed to succeed once. I haven't replicated it again.

But her? She can use this simplified formula to create perfect-quality pills every time. Pavilion Master Chen, do you understand what that means?

It means that even though her grade is only second, her control over medicinal power already surpasses mine. If someone like her receives proper training, she will undoubtedly become a grade-seven alchemist. With enough opportunity, she may even reach grade nine. Help me contact her, and you might witness the rise of a true alchemy genius. Otherwise, isn't it a waste of such talent?"

Chen Changrong still did not reveal how to contact Yue Zhao, but he could not help but be impressed.

A future grade-seven alchemist at the very least.

And possibly even grade nine.

That day, when Ren Woxing had brought a young girl into Hundred Herbs Pavilion, the wheel of fate had quietly begun to turn.

"Pavilion Master Chen, is it our turn now?" Ming Heng asked with a polite smile.

Chen Changrong let out another bitter sigh. "Yes, yes, come this way please."

Another long round of discussions began. These people had been coming every day. Even though they all knew Chen Changrong would not reveal anything, they continued to try their luck. Most sects had already given up or started searching in their own ways after realizing they had no hope of recruiting the alchemy genius.

The ones still showing up now were those who believed they still had a chance.

Chen Changrong had no choice but to receive them with patience.

After seeing them off one by one, Chen Changrong finally noticed a new face among the visitors—Zhao Wuji.

That was unexpected.

"A new face? Please, this way," Chen Changrong said politely.

Inside the room, just as he was about to begin the usual pleasantries, Zhao Wuji removed his disguise and stared coldly at him. "Chen Changrong, you've got some nerve."

Chen Changrong's expression shifted the moment he recognized him. Still wearing a smile, he said, "So it's Sect Master Zhao. Why didn't you send word ahead of time? I would have prepared a proper welcome."

"You dare defy my orders, and now you put on this polite act?" Zhao Wuji sneered.

He had no interest in recruiting the alchemy genius himself, and he had no fear of offending Chen Changrong. A wave of coercion from a Unity stage cultivator surged toward him.

Chen Changrong's smile faltered. The next moment, his expression changed.

Zhao Wuji was determined to teach him a lesson. He didn't unleash his full strength, but he had used at least seventy to eighty percent.

However, the pressure he sent out… vanished.

Zhao Wuji's face darkened.

Chen Changrong's smile disappeared. He looked at Zhao Wuji calmly and said, "Sect Master Zhao, Hundred Herbs Pavilion does not take orders from you. You saw all those people outside. Do you know why they were willing to queue quietly?"

Zhao Wuji's expression tightened.

He stood up immediately. "I'll let the matter of the seeds go, but don't let there be a next time."

He turned on his heel and left at once.

Chen Changrong gave a small smile. "Then I won't see you out."

Once Zhao Wuji had gone, a tall, slender elder stepped out of the shadows.

"Thank you, senior," Chen Changrong said with a respectful bow.

The old man shook his head. "The Grand Pavilion Master sent me to ensure your safety and keep the trade going smoothly."

He gave Chen Changrong a glance. "Do you think that alchemy genius might be willing to work with us?"

Chen Changrong gave a helpless smile. "Senior, they are most likely disciples from a super sect or even a Holy Land, only stopping here while traveling. I've told Qi Yu and the others the same thing, but they insist on digging deeper. Still, after interacting with the two of them, I'd say there's a ninety percent chance they come from a prestigious background.

So, my suggestion is: don't investigate their identities. We should help them keep it secret. If their backgrounds are exposed, they'll likely leave Canglan Kingdom and head elsewhere. And if that happens, our business will come to an end."

He lowered his voice. "The profit from these perfect-quality pills is extremely high."

The old man looked a little disappointed but nodded. "Then we'll follow your lead. Just be sure not to get too involved in their conflict with Zhao Wuji. That man alone is not a concern, but the one behind him…"

He pointed upward.

Chen Changrong understood. "I know. I doubt those two would want us to interfere anyway. They seem more inclined to support Tianjian Peak and handle Zhao Wuji themselves. Maybe they see it as part of their training."

"As long as you understand. On the surface, this looks like a conflict between Tianjian Peak and Zhao Wuji. But behind the scenes, it may well be a power struggle between two Holy Lands. No matter how much influence Hundred Herbs Pavilion has, in front of the Holy Lands, we're still nothing."

The old man sighed.

And Chen Changrong sighed with him.

In this world, aside from the Four Holy Lands…

Who wasn't an ant?

Those people were the true chosen of the heavens.

The rest of them could only look up in awe.

Zhao Wuji had stormed off to reprimand Chen Changrong, but returned only with a stomach full of rage.

He clenched his teeth.

Just two more months. He only needed to wait two more months.

Then, that damned Yun Jin, and that cursed Tianjian Peak, would both be buried together.

This was what Zhao Wuji had sworn.

No one can change that.