Cleaning Out the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal’s Sanctuary
After clearing out everything, Evan smiled. "All done. Time to go."
He retraced his steps, found the mechanism inside the wall, pressed it, and the wall slid inward. Evan slipped out with a Flash Step.
Just like that, he smoothly cleaned out the Eccentric Immortal’s lair. When Evan emerged outside, the crowd had grown even larger and livelier than before.
Evan even spotted the King of Alchemy, standing with the Alchemy Saint Hand. In front of them was a white-bearded elder.
"Master," the Alchemy Saint Hand called to the Eccentric Immortal.
Hearing the Alchemy Saint Hand’s words, Evan realized that the white-bearded elder was the Eccentric Immortal.
The Eccentric Immortal nodded, his aura so powerful it seemed to suppress everyone present. "He’s really formidable," Evan thought, recognizing another top-tier expert.
"After Uncle Saint Hand came, he got angry and left," the boy replied.
"Uncle Saint Hand? You mean the Alchemy Saint Hand?" Evan asked.
"Yeah," the boy answered.
“Is this really the Eccentric Immortal’s cultivation place?” Evan muttered, looking around. He found many herbs and a small palace labeled “Pill Chamber.” Curious, he went over and found it packed with jars and bottles filled with pills.
“Could they all be Immortal pills?” Evan wondered, noticing many pills named as Immortal pills. He found a section with pill formulas—old, but still clear enough to read.
“Is the Eccentric Immortal someone who specializes in Immortal pills?” Evan muttered, amazed by how many Immortal pills were here.
It used to be nearly impossible to even see an Immortal pill, but now they were as common as street goods—everything imaginable was here.
Arriving at the cave entrance, Evan saw the beast sprawled there, snoring. He hid to one side, the bead gathering his aura so the beast wouldn't notice him.
Thinking of a way to make it leave, Evan suddenly appeared before the beast. The beast was shocked that someone could enter unnoticed and roared, charging after Evan.
Evan naturally ran outward, moving quickly, and the beast chased after him at speed.
With his current speed, Evan could have easily shaken off the beast, but he didn't. Instead, he led it to the water's edge and jumped in again.
The beast reacted just like last time, roaring and then lying down by the water.
Having tricked the beast again, Evan laughed to himself at its stupidity, then left through another exit and arrived at the stone wall.
“So this is where the Eccentric Immortal cultivates?” Evan muttered, scanning the surroundings. He noticed countless medicinal herbs and a small palace labeled ‘Pill Chamber.’ Curious, he went inside and found shelves packed with jars and bottles, all filled with pills.
“Could these all be Immortal pills?” Evan realized most of the pills had Immortal-grade names, and there was a section devoted to pill formulas—old, but still readable.
“Just who is the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal? Does he only specialize in Immortal-grade pills?” Evan muttered, amazed by the sheer number of Immortal pills here.
It used to be extremely difficult to even see an Immortal pill, but now they were as common as street goods—everything imaginable was here.
Just then, footsteps approached. Evan thought the Eccentric Immortal had returned, so he hurriedly hid and suppressed his aura.
But it was just a young boy passing by. Evan was startled, then used Flash Step to grab the child and pull him into the chamber.
The boy was actually a medicine boy assigned by the Eccentric Immortal to watch over cauldron fires. He was just passing by when Evan caught him, scaring him badly. "Who are you?" he cried.
Seeing a stranger’s face, the boy demanded, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
"Actually, I should be asking you—what is this place? Where’s the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal?" Evan asked curiously.
"I won’t tell you!" The boy was stubborn, unaware of Evan’s strength.
"You won’t talk? Then I’ll make you unable to move." Evan noticed the boy was just a mortal, with no cultivation at all, so he smiled, not wanting to hurt him.
"I don’t believe you," the boy snorted.
"Don’t believe me? I’ll show you." Evan said coldly.
Suddenly, the boy was frozen in place, unable to move except for speaking. Now terrified, he asked, "Who are you, really?"
"Who I am isn’t important. Answer my questions, or I’ll destroy your soul right now." Evan pretended to be fierce.
"This is my master’s cultivation and pill-refining sanctuary. As for my master, the Eccentric Immortal, he’s gone out." The boy, scared by Evan’s threat, hurriedly spilled the truth.
“So it really is,” Evan muttered, then asked, “Do you know what your master went out to do?”
"After Uncle Saint Hand came, he got angry and left," the boy replied.
"Uncle Saint Hand? You mean the Alchemy Saint Hand?" Evan asked.
"Yeah," the boy answered.
"Do you know who the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal really is? How did he end up here?" Evan, like everyone else, was curious about the Eccentric Immortal’s origins. After all, this was the man who had unified the alchemy world, defeated the King of Alchemy, and now issued a notice that the loser would have to abolish their cultivation.
Evan was worried about his mentor, the King of Alchemy, so he’d come to check things out—never expecting to stumble on the Eccentric Immortal’s lair.
"I don’t know. Master never tells us anything about that," the boy shook his head.
"Guess it’s pointless asking you. You can stay here then." Evan left the boy in the room.
Meanwhile, Evan started moving all the pills and formulas out. The terrified boy protested, "Senior, you can’t do this!"
"Just taking a bit of interest. Tell him this: if he wants to go after the King of Alchemy, he’ll have to pay the price." In Evan’s eyes, anyone who treated the King of Alchemy so viciously wasn’t a good person—especially since last time, even watching a competition meant humiliation for his mentor, and he couldn’t even participate.
"Who are you to the King of Alchemy?" the boy asked, shocked.
"Who? Let’s say I’m half a disciple. Just tell him that." Evan smiled deliberately. Honestly, whether the message was delivered or not didn’t matter—it was just to annoy the Eccentric Immortal. When he found out the King of Alchemy’s disciple had emptied his sanctuary, Evan wondered what expression he’d wear.
Hearing he was the King of Alchemy’s half-disciple, the boy was stunned, left to watch helplessly as Evan took everything—including the precious herbs outside the palace.
Now, inside Evan’s Sky-Piercing Tower, it was like a giant herb and pill vault. Ye Chen and the others inside couldn’t believe where Evan had looted all this from.
After clearing out everything, Evan smiled, "All done. Time to go."
He retraced his steps, found the mechanism inside the wall, pressed it, and the wall slid inward. Evan slipped out with a Flash Step.
Just like that, he smoothly cleaned out the Eccentric Immortal’s lair. When Evan emerged outside, the crowd had grown even larger and livelier than before.
Evan even spotted the King of Alchemy, standing with the Alchemy Saint Hand. In front of them was a white-bearded elder.
"Master," the Alchemy Saint Hand called to the Eccentric Immortal.
Hearing the Alchemy Saint Hand’s words, Evan realized that the white-bearded elder was the Eccentric Immortal.
The Eccentric Immortal nodded, his aura so powerful it seemed to suppress everyone present. "He’s really formidable," Evan thought, recognizing another top-tier expert.
"King of Alchemy, does our agreement still stand?" the Eccentric Immortal asked.
The King of Alchemy—that is, the Old Beggar—replied, "It does." But his expression was odd, making Evan feel something was off.
"If it does, then let everyone witness it here," the Eccentric Immortal said.
"Fine. But don’t forget what you promised to return afterward!" the Old Beggar said.
"That depends on whether you have the strength to win," the Eccentric Immortal replied with a smile.
"Then I’ll take my leave," said the Old Beggar, flashing away. The Eccentric Immortal turned to the Alchemy Saint Hand, "I’ll leave the Sacred Mountain in your care these next few days."
"Yes, Master," the Alchemy Saint Hand replied. The Eccentric Immortal left with a smile.
As for the Old Beggar, after leaving Alchemy Sacred Mountain, he wandered alone, drinking from his wine gourd and sighing helplessly, "Is the Tu Clan really going to fall?"
"Senior." Suddenly, a voice sounded behind the Old Beggar.
The Old Beggar was shocked—he hadn’t expected to be followed.