Just as the winds of change swirled outside.

Ye Qingchen was sitting cross-legged in a secret chamber, with a large alchemy furnace in front of him, intricately carved with numerous flowers, birds, fish, and insects, exuding a sense of ancient simplicity, as if it were an artifact from the Ancient Era.

This was none other than the Crimson Mist Cauldron.

"Pa!"

Ye Qingchen formed a seal with his hands, occasionally urging his star power to transform into alchemical fire.

Since the day he had slain Jian Xun and Han Yunsheng, no one in Yun Ding City dared to compete with him. Not only the Celestial Core Grass but even the other spirit medicines he needed were respectfully delivered to him by the auction house.

Now that the spirit medicines were gathered, Ye Qingchen was refining the Holy Essence Pill to heal Qin Wentian.

"Boom!"

At that moment.

The Crimson Mist Cauldron suddenly trembled.

"The pill is about to form!"

Qin Wentian, beside him, was taken aback and couldn't help but exclaim.

Ye Qingchen's eyes sharpened.

He forcefully urged his star power.

And saw the Crimson Mist Cauldron bouncing continuously, as if boiling water, with a powerful force inside madly struggling, ready to burst out at any moment.

"Dong!"

At this moment.

A loud noise was heard, and the cauldron lid was suddenly blown open, seven beams of light flying out of the alchemy furnace.

"Come here!"

Ye Qingchen reached out and grabbed those beams of light directly into his hand.

When the light faded, what appeared were golden Holy Essence Pills.

"Elder Qin, take one Holy Essence Pill every seven days, and after forty-nine days, your injuries will fully recover." Ye Qingchen placed these pills into a jade bottle and handed them to Qin Wentian.

"Really?"

Qin Wentian took the jade bottle but looked at Ye Qingchen with a worried expression, "Have you heard Spirit Coffin Sect's response?"

"Fight to the death?"

Ye Qingchen lowered his gaze.

"Indeed!" Qin Wentian squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't be so reckless. With your cultivation and talent, just lay low for a few years until you reach the Celestial Saint Realm, why rush now?"

Ye Qingchen heard this but said nothing.

Indeed!

If he waited for a few years, until his cultivation reached the Celestial Saint Realm, wouldn't that be delightful?

However.

As they say, a cultivator goes against the heavens.

All for the sake of vengeance and justice.

He had once said that the day he returned from the Abyssal Valley would be the day to destroy Spirit Coffin Sect. Now that he had returned, he would naturally announce to the world the fate of those who insulted and humiliated him.

"Enough!" Qin Wentian knew he couldn't change Ye Qingchen's mind and finally sighed, saying, "In any case, be careful. Spirit Coffin Sect has stood strong in Tongxuan Continent for four or five hundred years. It's not as simple as it seems."

"Moreover, you've completely torn apart your façade now. Spirit Coffin Sect will stop at nothing to kill you!"

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed across Ye Qingchen's eyes.

However.

At this moment, an unexpected person came knocking at the door.

"Is it you?" Ye Qingchen was quite surprised to see the visitor.

"Young Master Ye, I apologize for the sudden visit. Please forgive me." The visitor was Lin Jian, the person in charge of the auction house, a leader of a top force in Yun Ding City. When he saw Ye Qingchen, he was as respectful as a junior student.

Upon seeing Ye Qingchen, he bowed slightly and said, "All of us in Yun Ding City, have heard of your great name and wish to pay our respects to you!"

"Pay your respects to me?" Ye Qingchen frowned slightly, "There's no need!"

He didn't have time to deal with these things.

Previously.

The reason he stayed in Yun Ding City was to refine pills for Qin Wentian. Now that the Holy Essence Pills were complete, he was naturally ready to leave.

But upon hearing this, Lin Jian was full of panic and hurriedly said, "Young Master Ye, I beg you to grant us the honor..."

Ye Qingchen gave Lin Jian a deep look, suddenly relaxed his brow, nodded, and said with a smile, "If that's the case, then I'll go and take a look!"

"Young Ye family lad, those who come are not friendly, I'm afraid this is a Hongmen Banquet!" After Lin Jian left, Qin Wentian quickly grabbed Ye Qingchen and said, "You mustn't agree!"

"I would like to see what kind of Hongmen Banquet they've set up for me."

Ye Qingchen lowered his gaze, a strand of cold light flashing across his eyes.

...

The banquet in Yun Ding City was held in the Red Stone Tower.

At this moment.

Red Stone Tower was already brimming with prominent figures, the place bustling with energy.

Gathered here were all families, noble families, and forces from Yun Ding City. Most of these people were the same ones who had witnessed Ye Qingchen swiftly dispatch Jian Xun and Han Yunsheng at the auction, well aware of Ye Qingchen's prowess.

However.

For a fierce god like Ye Qingchen, everyone was avoiding him, so how could they willingly invite him?

Therefore.

After arriving at the Red Stone Tower, everyone was somewhat puzzled, unsure of the purpose.

"What do you think Spirit Coffin Sect will do to retaliate against Ye Qingchen this time?"

In the restaurant hall.

Small groups of people gathered, quietly conversing among familiar faces.

Among them, a steady-looking middle-aged man spoke in a low voice.

"It's hard to say; Ye Qingchen is simply too powerful. He's wiped out all the strong ones from Black Abyss City, even killing Mo Luo Celestial Saint. This time, Spirit Coffin Sect might suffer!"

Another man, dressed like a Confucian scholar, shook his head and said.

The others nodded repeatedly at his words.

Since receiving the news from Black Abyss City, their shock had turned into fear. With such an achievement of one person defeating an entire city, even Spirit Coffin Sect could only bow its head.

"Whether Spirit Coffin Sect suffers or not, I don't know, but I do know they've decided to fight Ye Qingchen to the death!" The steady man sneered, "This time, I'm afraid the entire Tongxuan Continent will be thrown into chaos!"

"Oh? Could Spirit Coffin Sect still contend with Ye Qingchen now?" a beautiful woman couldn't help but ask.

Everyone looked on curiously.

In their view.

The strongest division of Spirit Coffin Sect was none other than the Slaughter Hall, but now that division was completely annihilated, losing their most valiant warriors.

It's as if the tiger had lost its teeth.

In this situation, how could Spirit Coffin Sect possibly stand against Ye Qingchen? How could it fight to the death?

The steady man scanned the surrounding, noticing the confusion among the people, and shook his head, saying:

"If you think Spirit Coffin Sect's strength is only what it appears, you're gravely mistaken! Spirit Coffin Sect has been around for four or five hundred years, how could its strongest be only at Profound Core Ninth Heaven? Who's to say there's no stronger existence? It's just that Ye Qingchen hadn't yet reached such a level before, so there was no need for such an existence to appear..."

"Are you suggesting..."

The steady man's words made everyone around gasp in shock and widen their eyes.

In their minds, an image of a higher realm inevitably emerged.

However.

Before they could ask further, there was a commotion outside the door.

Everyone looked up.

It was none other than Ye Qingchen!

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