chapter 7 A son of the Chu family soars to the nine heavens

"I said, get out!" A glance from Liam shattered Mason's composure. It was a gaze only someone who had slaughtered tens of thousands and walked over mountains of corpses and seas of blood could possess. "Sorry..." Mason apologized in a flustered manner and uneasily left the room. Anna, dazed, followed him out, only to see Mason turn around, looking coldly at her. "Teacher!" Anna, even more aggrieved, her voice shrill, said, "That Liam is just an outcast of the Sungarde Sect..." After becoming Mason's disciple, the young and talented men who pursued her were far superior to Liam. Why should she kneel and be scolded by her teacher for someone like him? "Anna!" Mason's expression turned even colder, “From this moment, our mentor-disciple relationship ends. Leave." "What?" Anna stumbled, her face turning pale. Mason, an Earth Level Alchemist in the Red Dragon Martial Dynasty, was equivalent in status to a Heaven Martial Realm Expert. Even a governor of a province treated him with respect. She was dreaming of a bright future. Now, Mason was casting her out of his tutelage? "Teacher, I was wrong." Anna stepped forward in panic, pleading, "I'll kneel to him right now!" "Get lost now!" Mason, impatient, pushed Anna away with a wave of his sleeve. Alchemists, mostly weak in martial arts, often sought protection from powerful families. The North King reigned supreme for only half a year. But due to his mysterious origins, many alchemists sought to align with him, having no other allegiance. Today's chance encounter with the North King was a rare opportunity, ruined by Anna, who even offended the North King. No wonder Mason was furious. "Miss Lucy." Mason's gaze shifted to Lucy, his expression becoming gentle. "Master Wood." Lucy, coming back to her senses, bowed respectfully. "I dare to ask, would you like to learn Alchemy with me?" Mason, smiling warmly, said, "If you're willing, I will teach you everything I know and pass on my mantle to you." "Direct Disciple?" "Lucy, hurry and thank Master Wood," Chu Xiong urged excitedly. Alchemists, who dedicate their energy to the study of their craft, rarely take disciples. Even if they do, it's usually in name only. A formal disciple is a step further. As for passing on the mantle, that might only happen once in a lifetime. The Calvin family had invited Mason over, and for Lucy to become his nominal disciple would have been enough. They dared not dream of receiving the true transmission. "Lucy greets her teacher." Lucy hurried to perform the ritual to acknowledge her teacher, but she was stopped by a figure. "Miss Lucy, if you want to study Alchemy, your brother will arrange it." James spoke coldly, "As for him, he's not worthy." How could a mere Earth Level Alchemist deserve such a gesture from the North King's sister? Henry was in disarray. James had returned with Liam, remaining silent until now. His sudden intervention to prevent Lucy from acknowledging Mason as her teacher was startling. "Right, I'm not worthy." Mason replied bitterly, fearful of James. Indeed. If the North King could produce a Supreme Pulse-Prolonging Elixir, he must have alchemists far superior to him. Mason regretted not having taken Lucy as his disciple sooner. "What exactly is little Nan's identity now?" Henry looked at Mason for answers, but Mason only offered a bitter smile, not daring to speak further. Inside the room. Liam administered several pills to Owen. Owen's complexion turned rosy, his vitality restored, appearing no different from a normal person. "Nan, Liam?" Owen, slowly regaining consciousness, was startled at first upon seeing Liam, then his lips trembled. Countless words welled up in his throat, ultimately turning into profound sadness and anger, "It's all my fault for sending you to the Sungarde Sect, making you suffer like this, and failing to seek justice for you." "I'm so useless!" "Dad, let me heal you first." Liam gently pressed down on Owen, his voice soft. He could hardly imagine his stern father showing such vulnerability. "Dad." "You've always been our shelter from the storm." "From now on, it will be my turn." Liam said softly, his hand passing over the Universe Ring, retrieving a beast corpse. It was a humanoid fire ape, robust and with silky fur. Long dead, its imposing aura lingered, and echoes of its roar seemed to reverberate. "A different species?" "What level is this?" Owen's gaze was drawn. On the Spiritspell Continent, gods once appeared. Humans are their descendants, possessing their bloodline. Among the fierce beasts, there are also those born as different kinds. These different kinds are highly intelligent, rising to prominence in the survival of the fittest, strengthening themselves, comparable to human Cultivators. This Fire Ape is clearly one of the different kinds. the aura emanating from its corpse is suffocating for Owen. "The Red Dragon of the North, thousands of miles of red soil, gave birth to the Skybone Fire Ape, comparable to the Heaven Martial Realm." Liam said with a smile. Escaping the mundane and stepping into the Transcendent Realm, it is indeed impossible to regenerate a severed limb and regrow bones. But being the North King, and having spent six years in the North, he possesses many treasures. "A different kind from the Heaven Martial Realm?" Owen's expression changed drastically. Liam is only nineteen years old, and he has such a terrifying corpse of a different kind? At this moment, Liam flicked his finger, shattering his right sleeve. "The essence of the Skybone Fire Ape lies in its marrow, a rare treasure." "Father, I will graft the Fire Ape's arm onto you, and in the future, you may step into the Heaven Martial Realm," Liam said seriously. "Heaven Martial Realm?" Owen was momentarily speechless. The Four Realms of the Bitter Sea. The Heaven Martial was revered. Such level Cultivators, with muscles and bones resonating, heartbeats like thunder, vigorous blood generating inner breath, could roam the vast lands of the Red Dragon, formidable against thousands. He had practiced hard for many years. Although his Divine Bloodline was decent, he had only reached the fifth layer of the Earth Martial Realm, with the Heaven Martial Realm being out of reach. After losing his arm, his vitality drained away. Even if he could recover, most of his cultivation would likely vanish. Now. Liam said he could step into the Heaven Martial Realm? Before Owen could ask. Liam's fingers were like a knife, extracting the celestial bone of the Fire Ape. Gurgling! The amber-like marrow inside the bone radiated light, heating up the room. Liam refined the marrow, forcing it into the right arm of the beast's corpse, then cut it off and grafted it onto Owen's severed limb. Having spent time in the North, though not skilled in alchemy, he had honed exceptional medical skills. He concentrated fully on grafting the bone for his father, taking no chances. During the process, Liam took out several muscle-regenerating pills, aiding Owen in assimilating them, his expression solemn, striving for perfection. Four hours later. Liam's forehead was sweaty, having successfully grafted the arm. Owen groaned, his skin burning hot, then his brows relaxed, and a surging power, like water released from a dam, flowed from the Fire Ape's arm into his limbs and bones. His shattered meridians had been reshaped by the medicine, now even more resilient, each bone resonating. "Am I really about to break through?" Owen's voice trembled. In the Earth Martial Realm, blood nourishes the body, rejuvenating the physique. At this moment. His blood surged, coursing through his body, his cultivation stronger than at its peak, having stepped into Level 6 of the Earth Martial Realm. And this was just the beginning. "Father, once you've adapted, we'll go to the Sungarde Sect together, settling old and new scores," Liam said with a smile. "Go to the Sungarde Sect again?" Owen was stunned. That was one of the Great Sects of the Red Dragon Martial Dynasty, challenging them was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. His past experience was proof of this. But recalling Liam's performance today, he did not think it was wishful thinking. "Worthy of being my son!" "Good, good, good!" Owen grinned, tears in his tiger-like eyes. Which parent in the world does not wish their child to become a dragon? His son seemed to have far surpassed his expectations. Owen couldn't ask in detail, as the essence of the celestial bone was too overwhelming, not allowing him to be distracted. Seeing that his father was out of danger, Liam left the room. It was deep into the night. Mason had already departed. The members of the Calvin family, shaken, dispersed to rest under James's urging. Liam, restless, wandered into the Calvin family shrine. This was where the deceased family members were honored. In the center of the shrine stood a statue. The face of the statue, a dignified middle-aged man looking down upon the vast land, was vague but recognizable. This was the ancestral statue of the Calvin family. Liam murmured softly, "It has been passed down through generations in my Calvin family that a Lord Kylin would be born, recognized by the ancestral statue and inheriting the family's sacred artifact." "Unexpectedly, the rumors turned out to be true!" Liam's eyes shone with intensity, “It turns out that I am indeed that Lord Kylin!"