Chapter 157 - Indignant Alchemist

The alchemist looked at Bai Rouyun as if he wished to rip her apart with his eyes. He was well aware that the Shitian Tower would never step in if he just got robbed.

If he got killed, they might try to avenge him for the sake of their own reputation, but being robbed really made no difference. It was clear that Bai Rouyun was aware of where to draw the line; however, to the alchemist, being robbed was the second most painful experience he could go through.

He was a man who loved wealth, he had also collected many treasured herbs throughout his life, and everything he owned was within that qiankun bag, including his wealth, which he had gathered over his whole career.

Although he was not a cultivator, he was an illustrious alchemist, and people would respect him anywhere he went. He had never expected that the day would arrive when a young cloak-wearing woman would rob him, and even feel so righteous about it!

Li Moyun was equally stunned upon seeing Bai Rouyun's rightful appearance. Her back was straight, and while he could not see her face, he could imagine the brilliant smile which would be on her lips at this moment.

He could not help but smile indulgently and shake his head. The qiankun bag would become Bai Rouyun's if they killed this alchemist, but it was true that Shitian Tower might get involved.

While the one who had made a mistake was the alchemist himself, he was still a member of their faction. No one would allow others to punish their members, and thus they would, without a doubt, clash if they killed this man.

Even so, Li Moyun was more than willing to clash with the Shitian Tower for the sake of Bai Rouyun; however, she had already solved the problem in a beautiful and direct way.

Looking at the alchemist's facial expression, which resembled someone who had swallowed a fly, Li Moyun knew that he would not be able to have an easy time without this qiankun bag.

All his herbs were within the bag, and so were his money and pills. He had nothing he could sell to gather money, nor did he have any herbs so that he could refine more pills.

His only option was to take on some commissions, where he would make pills for others. They would bring their herbs, plus a fee, and have him create pills for them, but this alchemist had long since looked down on commission work.

He felt that it was similar to being an entertainer. One sold their craft for the sake of money, and he was not comfortable about that. For him, alchemy should be revered and respected.

This was also why he was so obsessed with the ancient formula. Only these formulas were worthy of his time.

He was an arrogant man who felt that he was way above the masses, but he never stopped to think about whether or not his skills actually matched his arrogance.

Bai Rouyun had taken his qiankun bag, and with a flip of her hand, it vanished into thin air.

Li Moyun knew that Bai Rouyun had sent it to the Primal Chaos Dimension, and to Xiao Bao, who would sort out her new treasures, but the alchemist thought that she had stuffed it into her own storage treasure.

The sight made him disgruntled, but due to the overbearing aura that Li Moyun was pressing onto him, he dared not say anything, and could merely glare at the two of them with anger.

Bai Rouyun felt somewhat disappointed when she looked at the alchemist. She had expected some sort of protest, some sort of reaction from him, gathering all his anger and breaking the shackles that Li Moyun had put on him, but he was as weak as a mouse, unable to retaliate at all, and she quickly lost her interest.

"Well, thank you for your compensation," she said with a sigh and turned around. "Hubby, let us go home."

Li Moyun glanced at the alchemist. When he retracted the glance, the pressure that had been bearing down upon the other vanished, and he was unable to remain standing as he tumbled forward and fell to the ground.

His clothes had been drenched in sweat, and now they were full of dust and mud.

He was furious, but dared not show it. He was aware that he had survived, but what he had lost was enough to dig out a bleeding wound in his heart.

As long as he was alive, it would be possible to return the humiliation from today. He believed in his own ability as an alchemist, but he also overestimated the power a middle-ranked alchemist gained.

He was not bad, he was equal in rank to Wen Sihan, but although it was not a bad rank for an alchemist, it was not outstanding either. The pills he could refine were not capable of attracting any highly ranked experts to support him.

He was from the mortal realm. To him, the cultivation world was far away, and he never truly understood, or wanted to understand, the difference between the two worlds.

The cultivation world was where the true experts roamed. While there were cultivators in the mortal world, their talent was not impressive, and their future accomplishments were also somewhat lacking.

Knowing that they could not enter the cultivation world, they stayed in the mortal world as generals for the mortal kingdoms, officials, or even specially admitted kings and marshalls.

Canglan City belonged to the mortal world. While it was an institute for cultivators, and some of the students would enter the cultivation world, most would return to their empires and kingdoms, where they would live out their lives as important figures in the mortal world.