Chapter 1144 - 1143: Pretending to Be Mysterious?

Luo Xiao's words made Ye Qingchen thoroughly decide to stay on the Profound Ice Platform.

If he wanted to attract the Holy Land, he had to offer treasures they would find hard to resist—be it weapons, cultivation techniques, or heavenly and earthly treasures. But in the end, Ye Qingchen chose elixirs.

This moment highlighted the advantage of having subordinates. With just one order from Ye Qingchen, Luo Xiao immediately coordinated with the Luo Family to procure all the spirit medicines he needed, regardless of the cost.

Ye Qingchen only needed to grant the elixirs he had casually crafted earlier to induce deep gratitude from Luo Xiao.

Until the seventh day early morning.

Everyone discovered, at some unknown time, that a new Alchemist had appeared at the Profound Ice Platform Conference.

The most eye-catching was the alchemy furnace beside the Alchemist, standing seven to eight zhang tall, like a small mountain, with carvings of Suanni, Ba Xia, and various other unusual patterns.

The most terrifying aspect was the blazing flames around this giant cauldron, resembling an artifact from the ancient era.

Anyone who saw it would invariably cry out:

"What a massive alchemy furnace!"

It was the Crimson Mist Cauldron!

In this exchange conference, elixirs are always among the hottest commodities. Ye Qingchen's appearance immediately captivated most attendees at the Profound Ice Platform Conference.

"I have the materials for the 'Spiritual Wisdom Thousand-leaf Pill.' I wonder if you could craft a potent elixir for me, and I shall reward you handsomely!"

"Saint-tier low-grade elixir? Not crafting!"

"Master, I was injured by a powerful warrior recently, could you take a look at me?"

"Half-Step Earth Immortal? Not seeing!"

"Master, with this 'Thousand-Red Fruit,' could I persuade you to craft an elixir?"

"The spirit fruit's grade is too low, cannot!"

People generally heard it and then just turned away.

But they needed to understand.

All were cultivators with not-so-good tempers. A strong figure who was rejected instantly became furious. He was a dignified Earth Immortal, seeking alchemy help only to be continuously thwarted, directly stepping forward, shouting angrily:

"You refuse this and refuse that, what exactly do you intend? If you can't explain yourself, I'll wreck your stall and make sure you don't walk out of the Profound Ice Platform alive!"

Boom!

Once he finished speaking, everyone around coldly sneered, and no one spoke up for Ye Qingchen.

"Father, father, do you think this Alchemist really has skill or is he just putting on a show?" In the crowd, a twin-tailed young girl turned to look at the man beside her.

The girl's father was a Half-Step Celestial Immortal, formerly from one of the Three Great Dynasties of Central City but had to flee due to offending a powerful warrior. Passing through here, he learned about the Profound Ice Platform Conference and came to explore.

In her heart, her father was akin to a divine being, always invincible, but this time she was wrong. The man shook his head, speaking solemnly:

"I cannot see through him!"

"Ah?"

The girl was shocked, clearly not expecting this.

"However, if he's pretending on the Profound Ice Platform, he must either have an immense skill or be courting death! If he truly has skill, so be it."

The man glanced at Ye Qingchen, who sat under the alchemy furnace, seemingly shrouded in mist, and coldly chuckled: "But if he's a fraud, he won't walk away alive! He might even die without a trace!"

"Ah?"

The girl heard this, looking worriedly.

But the surrounding crowd nodded repeatedly, feeling no impropriety in these words.

Ye Qingchen truly looked too young, not resembling a capable Alchemist. Most believed he was a fraud, so the people around watched as if expecting entertainment.

In the eyes of the crowd, filled with mockery, scorn, and schadenfreude, Ye Qingchen slowly lifted his head, his expression remaining calm, and said: "I only craft elixirs for Celestial Immortal powerhouses! If you can provide Immortal-grade compensation, I might reluctantly craft an elixir. But you, you're not qualified!"

"Only crafting for Celestial Immortals? Immortal-grade compensation?"

The crowd heard and was inwardly shaken.

This statement virtually excluded over ninety-nine percent of the attendees at the Profound Ice Platform Conference.

"Such arrogance!" The previous man's eyes chilled, angrily exclaimed: "Boy, you dare play me? I want your life!"

Boom!

Once he spoke, he shouted furiously like a rampaging dragon, directly charging at Ye Qingchen.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, the girl covered her mouth, unable to help but cry out.

And the people around coldly sneered at this scene. What sort of people were they? How could they allow a young upstart to play them? Not personally killing him was already a benevolent act!

As everyone watched with a smirk, anticipating how this boastful young man would meet his end, they all witnessed an unbelievable scene!

Ye Qingchen slowly lifted his head, not looking as alarmed as they imagined, instead his expression was calm and indifferent.

He gently extended his right hand, a finger crystalline and flawless like the finest white jade, yet just this finger, he lightly flicked.

"Boom!"

The Earth Immortal powerhouse charging like a wild dragon was, under this finger, like a weed, instantly thrown back faster than he came.

Bang!

Then, under the shocked gazes of the crowd, crashed into multiple giant snow pines before slamming against an ice mountain, shattering it into pieces, finally stopping.

Silence!

A deathly stillness engulfed the venue, everyone froze in disbelief.

The girl widened her eyes, filled with incredulity.

The surrounding onlookers were thunderstruck, some froze like petrified by a Stone Petrification Technique.

"Is there anyone else wanting to try?"

Ye Qingchen slowly retracted his hand, smiling faintly as he looked around.

Wherever he looked, the crowd lowered their heads in fear, not daring to meet his gaze. A single finger repelling an Earth Immortal; even if he wasn't an Alchemist, such power wasn't something ordinary people would provoke.

"Could he truly have the ability to craft elixirs for Celestial Immortals?"

The girl couldn't believe it.

Next to her, the man was already filled with shock.

However, he soon suppressed his turbulent thoughts, cautiously stepping forward, cupping his hands respectfully: "Master, I'd like to request you craft an elixir for me!"

Ye Qingchen kept his gaze lowered, not intending to respond.

"I may not be a Celestial Immortal, but I possess an Immortal-grade Spiritual Treasure! This is Thunderstrike Wood, the aftermath of a Ten Thousand Years Tree Demon's tribulation, usable for alchemy, crafting, and array formation... Could master craft a pill?"

Ye Qingchen slowly raised his head, glanced at the black, charcoal-like wood with occasional arcs of electricity in the man's hand, pondered briefly, then nodded:

"Yes!"