Creation of the Heavens

Everyone's heart pounded wildly. Was Long Chen really planning to revolt? However, to everyone's astonishment, Long Chen's hand stopped in front of the Seventh Prince and did not fall.

The Seventh Prince had originally closed his eyes in fear, but after waiting for a long while and experiencing nothing unusual, he slowly opened them.

He saw that Long Chen was holding a jade Nameplate in his hand, a faint smile on his face. He looked like a completely different person from the god of slaughter he had been moments before.

"Seventh Prince, take a good look. This is an Alchemist's identity Nameplate. Do you think I need to kneel to you?"

Having narrowly escaped death, the Seventh Prince was now so terrified by Long Chen that he had no time to verify the authenticity of the Nameplate.

"No need… absolutely no need," the Seventh Prince said, looking at Long Chen with terror in his eyes.

The Killing Intent Long Chen had released just moments ago had made him feel the fear of death. For someone who had always lived in luxury, not wetting his pants could already be considered quite brave.

"Many thanks for your understanding, Seventh Prince."

Long Chen smiled slightly. For a pampered second-generation heir like this, he only needed to give him a scare. Even with an Alchemist's Nameplate, he wouldn't dare to truly do anything to a prince; after all, this was still the Phoenix Empire.

"Get up."

Long Chen slowly extended a hand toward the Seventh Prince, who was slumped on the ground in fear.

The Seventh Prince couldn't help but feel flattered. He looked at Long Chen, unable to react for a moment, and hesitantly reached out his hand.

After all, he was a prince, and furthermore, he had only been used by Zhou Yaoyang. If Long Chen truly formed a grudge with him, he would have fallen right into Zhou Yaoyang's treacherous trap.

Although Long Chen didn't care, the feeling of being schemed against was very unpleasant. By doing this, he was effectively giving the Seventh Prince a way to save face.

The Seventh Prince was only fifteen years old after all. Although he was large in stature, his experience was pitifully sparse. Being manipulated by Long Chen's soft and hard tactics, he was suddenly at a loss. After standing up, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Seventh Prince, would you like to sit for a while longer?" Long Chen reminded him.

"Oh, oh, no, I… um, I still have some matters to attend to, I will head back first." After speaking, the Seventh Prince hurriedly turned and left the Literary Hall. When he walked out of the Literary Hall, the Seventh Prince felt his legs were still a bit weak.

However, he was terrified of Long Chen from the bottom of his heart. Just a moment ago, he had even seen the smile of the god of death, feeling that his life and death were entirely within Long Chen's whim.

Seeing that the Seventh Prince had left, Long Chen turned around and glanced at the group of young nobles who had participated in the siege against him just a moment ago.

However, after Long Chen ruthlessly and severely injured Zhou Yaoyang, they were all too scared to move. At this moment, seeing Long Chen looking at them, their expressions changed, and they all retreated.

Long Chen couldn't be bothered to deal with this group of people. Although they had once made him grind his teeth in hatred, he was no longer on the same level as them now, so that hatred was no longer as intense.

He slowly walked over to Zhou Yaoyang, who was barely breathing. At this moment, the light in Zhou Yaoyang's eyes was unfocused, and he looked like he could die at any moment.

"Long Chen, you cannot kill him. We should send him to the Alchemist Guild; he might still be savable."

Shi Feng walked over to advise him. After all, this wasn't an arena but a private fight. If someone died, Long Chen would not be able to escape responsibility.

"Don't worry. It is said that the good die young while the wicked live for a thousand years. Look at his eyebrows, chaotic like grass, and his forehead bone sunken in—this is the appearance of a villain. People like this generally don't die so easily. Haven't you noticed how ruddy his complexion is?" Long Chen said with a smile.

Fatty Yu and the others were speechless. Zhou Yaoyang could be considered a handsome man. The reason his eyebrows were chaotic like grass and his forehead bone was sunken in was not his physiognomy; it was because he had been thrown by Long Chen. He had been flattened, and his body was deformed.

Besides, was that complexion really ruddy? It was because his blood couldn't circulate and was all backed up in his face. It was red, yes, but it was purple-red; it had absolutely nothing to do with being ruddy.

He reached into his robes, took out a Medicinal Pill, and stuffed it into Zhou Yaoyang's mouth.

"Slap, slap."

Two loud slaps landed on Zhou Yaoyang's face, and the Medicinal Pill he couldn't swallow smoothly entered his stomach.

Although Long Chen hated Zhou Yaoyang to the extreme, he still maintained some restraint. Although Zhou Yaoyang's injuries were terrifying, he definitely wouldn't die.

Having taken the healing medicine he had concocted himself, it would ensure his internal organs remained undamaged. As for the external injuries, hehe, that was a problem for the Zhou family to solve. All Long Chen needed was to ensure he didn't die.

"You few, if you don't want Zhou Yaoyang to die, hurry up and carry him away," Long Chen said coldly, pointing at the few young nobles who were still in a daze.

Those few finally reacted. They hurriedly and carefully lifted Zhou Yaoyang onto a table and carried him away, table and all.

They also took the opportunity to carry away Wang Mang, who had fallen into a coma in the corner.

"You, you, and you, come over and wipe the bloodstains off the ground."

Long Chen pointed at a few young nobles. These guys had often ridiculed and mocked him in the past. Although Long Chen didn't intend to punish them, giving them some manual labor to do was considered a way to vent his anger.

The guys named by Long Chen couldn't help but shiver. They didn't dare to even fart and hurriedly went to clean up, working very diligently. In no time at all, they had finished cleaning, even finding all of Wang Mang's dozen or so teeth.

To Long Chen's surprise, the old lecturer only arrived more than an hour after they had finished cleaning up.

However, the old man glanced at Long Chen with some confusion before starting his usual clichés. Long Chen couldn't help but curse in his heart:

You old geezer, you must have taken benefits from Zhou Yaoyang, otherwise you absolutely wouldn't have been more than an hour late.

Damn it. Long Chen couldn't help but secretly despise him. He had originally thought that scholars were noble at heart, but today that idea was overturned. He felt he had been deceived, and all the good impression that old man had left on him last time completely vanished.

It was still that soporific rhythm. After enduring it and eating lunch, the group headed to the Martial Skill Pavilion.

Fatty Yu and the others didn't go, returning home directly to take their medicine. Seeing Long Chen's actions today had shocked them, and at the same time, they seemed to see their own future, and they couldn't wait another moment.

After Long Chen entered the Martial Skill Pavilion, he repeatedly looked through several Martial Skills but felt unsatisfied. The power of the Martial Skills was average and could no longer catch his eye.

He read books very quickly. In less than an hour, he had flipped through hundreds of Martial Skills and couldn't help but shake his head.

No wonder it was open for free; these were all trashy Martial Skills with complicated circulation paths and poor power. However, only those at the Blood Condensation Realm were qualified to enter the second floor of the Martial Skill Pavilion.

Moreover, other Martial Skills were not very useful to Long Chen. For movement techniques, he had the Wind-Chasing Steps, and for combat techniques, he had the Bull Strength. The top-tier Martial Skills here weren't much different from them; even if he learned them, they wouldn't be of much use.

Long Chen couldn't help but sigh softly. Just as he was preparing to stop wasting time, his heart suddenly stirred, and he glanced at the corner of the bottom shelf.

On other shelves, each Martial Skill was placed neatly in its own compartment, but in that place, a pile of miscellaneous things was heaped up.

The items there were also Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills, but some were already worn out, and basically all were incomplete Secret Manuals. To put it bluntly, they were rejects; it was a pity to throw them away, so they were piled up in a corner.

When Long Chen's eyes swept over that corner, a roll of worn-out animal skin parchment caught his attention.

That roll of animal skin parchment was extremely worn, but relying on his formidable Soul power, Long Chen felt that the animal skin parchment was emitting an extremely ancient aura.

Reaching out to retrieve the roll of animal skin parchment from the pile of trash, Long Chen couldn't help but be shocked. Perhaps others couldn't see the strangeness of this piece of animal skin.

But by relying on his powerful Soul strength, he could clearly feel the waves of terrifying pressure emanating from that animal skin.

That piece of animal skin was covered in spots, and many places were tattered and broken; those were traces eroded by endless years.

Long Chen estimated that the owner of this animal skin must have been an extremely terrifying existence; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to leave behind such a terrifying will after so many long years.

It was laughable that such a terrifying object was thrown here like trash. Long Chen hurriedly examined the animal skin.

He saw that it was a diagram, and on the diagram, two words were marked in ancient characters:

"Opening Heaven"

Such great ambition! Long Chen couldn't help but be shocked. What kind of Cultivation Technique or Martial Skill would dare to call itself by this name? Isn't that too arrogant?

Looking at that diagram, Long Chen couldn't help but frown. He saw that nine red dots were marked on it, with nothing else.

Between the nine dots, there seemed to be faint, almost imperceptible thin lines connecting them, but the age was too distant; he didn't know if they had been there originally or if they were cracks that had appeared later.

"Time is up. All young nobles, put down the Secret Manuals in your hands."

Just at this moment, an icy voice spread throughout the entire Martial Skill Pavilion. Everyone couldn't help but sigh; time had passed too quickly. Some people couldn't help but feel frustrated; only being able to come once a month was truly frustrating.

Looking at the Incomplete Manual in his hand, Long Chen couldn't help but feel reluctant. His time was too precious; waiting for a month was something he couldn't stand.

Seeing that everyone had left one by one, Long Chen slowly walked out, but he was still holding that roll of worn-out animal skin parchment in his hand.

The Blood Condensation Realm expert at the entrance's expression turned slightly cold. Just as he was about to speak, Long Chen had already spoken first.

"Sir, I would like to take this roll of tattered animal skin parchment back to study. In addition, please accept this as a small token of my gratitude."

After Long Chen finished speaking, without waiting for the man to open his mouth, he directly threw a Medicinal Pill over. The Blood Condensation Realm expert had just been about to reprimand him, but suddenly seeing that Medicinal Pill, his expression couldn't help but change.

He reached out and grabbed the Medicinal Pill, and was shocked to discover that it was a Blood Condensation Pill, exactly the thing he, who was at the Blood Condensation Realm, needed most.

Most importantly, this Blood Condensation Pill was actually a Medium Grade Blood Condensation Pill, which was dozens of times more valuable than an ordinary Blood Condensation Pill.

A Blood Condensation Realm expert needed to use Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to condense their Bloodline, making their Qi and blood more domineering and fierce, and strengthening their Physical Body.

And the Blood Condensation Pill could just happen to increase the efficacy of blood condensation by several times. With this Blood Condensation Pill, it could at least save him half a year of effort.

The Blood Condensation Realm expert's expression changed several times, but in the end, he still couldn't resist the temptation of that Medicinal Pill and glanced at the worn-out animal skin in Long Chen's hand.

"Remember, I saw nothing."

How could Long Chen not understand what he meant? It was clearly that if it were discovered, he would not admit it, and Long Chen would be branded with the crime of theft.

Long Chen didn't mind. After putting away the roll of worn-out animal skin, he left. Only then did the Blood Condensation Realm expert carefully examine the Blood Condensation Pill in his hand again.

"Unexpectedly, he actually has such a treasure. No, I must inquire about his background." After saying this, the Blood Condensation Realm expert also disappeared into the Martial Skill Pavilion.

After Long Chen left, he headed straight for the manor. Since he dared to throw out that Blood Condensation Pill, he was not afraid of that person investigating.

Now he needed people to know that he was an Alchemist, an Alchemist valued by Great Master Yun Qi. That was enough; this was what was called using a tiger's skin as a banner.

He used this method to tell the other side that he, Long Chen, was no longer the useless kid who could be manipulated by them. If they wanted to move against him, they would need to consider the consequences.

As Long Chen walked and pondered how to slowly dig out the mastermind behind the scenes, he unknowingly walked into a small alley.

Suddenly, a giant net descended from the sky. Before Long Chen could react, he was instantly covered. Long Chen was startled, and he was already lifted into the air.