Valkyrie Domination

"Master, Master Chen and his disciples have experienced many dangers along the way. There is absolutely no chance that there will be any problems. Master, please give me a warning." Zhuo Qingfeng said hurriedly.

"Qingfeng, you were sent down since you were young, so you don't know much and can be easily deceived. I think it's not as simple as you think." Xuanyi Medicine King said coldly.

His guess was not just a coincidence.

Alchemy City is the core place for alchemists in the Northern Heaven Territory. Generally, alchemists from the land of hundreds of dynasties, no matter how talented they are, have a pilgrimage mentality when they come to Alchemy City.

Although he would not be trembling with fear when meeting someone like himself, he would still be respectful and pious.

But since Qin Chen came in, he was neither humble nor arrogant, especially the way he looked at him, with a hint of scrutiny and exploration, which made King Xuanyi understand instantly that Qin Chen's origin was definitely not simple.

An alchemist from the Land of Hundred Dynasties, no matter how talented he is, will never have such a state of mind and attitude. This has nothing to do with talent, but is caused by the environment.

Although he dare not say that Qin Chen must have any ill intentions towards him, his origin must be strange. After encountering so many things, he has long been discouraged and is too lazy to care too much anymore.

His only hope is that his disciple Zhuo Qingfeng can wake up and at least not be used by people with ulterior motives.

That's all.

Qin Chen smiled slightly and said: "The junior can understand the concerns of the senior. However, I have no ill intentions in coming here this time. I have a letter here, please take a look at it."

He raised his hand and a letter flew out and landed on the table in front of Medicine King Xuanyi.

"Believe it?" Medicine King Xuanyi was stunned.

Zhuo Qingfeng was also a little stunned. Who wrote this letter from Master Chen?

Xuanyi Medicine King opened the envelope, looked at it carefully, and was suddenly startled.

"You...are you from Yaohuang Valley?"

There was a sharp light in his eyes, and his body started to tremble.

Yaohuang Valley?

Qin Chen was confused, but said with a smile: "This disciple only has some connections with Yaohuang Valley. The purpose of this letter is just to prove my innocence. As for the reason why I want to be the Holy Son, it is also for other reasons."

His letter was written by the owner of Yaowang Garden.

After knowing that Qin Chen was coming to Dandao City, the owner of Yaowang Garden personally wrote Qin Chen such a letter, telling Qin Chen that he had some connections with Dandao City in Beitian Territory. If he encountered any trouble, You can take out this letter and at least give him some convenience.

Qin Chen knew that the owner of the Medicine King Garden and the Medicine King Xuanyi knew each other, that they were from the martial arts domain, and that they were also from a certain alchemy force, so he did not refuse. Now that he took it out, it really worked.

But what Qin Chen didn't expect was that the master of Yaowang Park turned out to be a disciple of a powerful force in the martial arts called Yaohuang Valley.

Thinking about it, there should be some reasons why she kept it secret, most likely related to Piaomiao Palace.

So he said: "Senior, I would like to ask you to keep the identity of this junior secret, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Medicine King Xuanyi smiled bitterly, "Since you are related to Medicine King Valley, it seems that I have thought too much, but regarding the Holy Son, you should not have too much hope."

"Why?" Qin Chen was confused.

Medicine King Xuanyi said in a deep voice: "The matter of the Holy Son is of great importance, and the competition is fierce. There is no way that Kang Youming and the other three will let me re-elect a Holy Son. Maybe you don't know the risks involved."

He told the story about Holy Son Lu Wencheng, and even said that the death of Holy Son Lu Wencheng was very likely to be framed, and he did not hide it.

These people deliberately planned to assassinate the Holy Son elected by Medicine King Xuanyi. How could they let Medicine King Xuanyi elect another Holy Son?

Qin Chen smiled faintly and said: "It's up to people to plan things, and it's up to God to make things happen. The seniors only need to recommend the juniors. As for other things, leave it to the juniors themselves."

"Aren't you afraid?" Medicine King Xuanyi looked over in surprise.

Qin Chen smiled and said: "They should be the ones to be afraid of. Moreover, the senior has been harmed so miserably by these people. Don't you want to clear your name? Even if the senior is indifferent to fame and fortune and has a noble temperament, the death of the Holy Son Lu Wencheng, senior is not Don’t you want to avenge him?”

A sharp light burst out from Qin Chen's eyes, and he said: "This junior has also come into contact with people from the Huang family and Zhuo family before. This junior is sure that the Holy Son Lu Wencheng will definitely have something to do with the people from the Huang family. It is very possible to kill him." It is this Huang family that Lu Wen became the son of."

"Can senior just watch his disciples die miserably under someone else's conspiracy and not be able to take revenge?"

Medicine King Xuanyi's expression changed.

After the death of the Holy Son Lu Wencheng, he has been immersed in sorrow, and even lost his fighting spirit. The white-haired man gave away the black-haired man. This kind of grief made him unable to extricate himself.

But now, Qin Chen's words were like enlightenment, making him deafened and enlightened.

"Okay." He laughed, his whole person seemed to be reborn, and there was an unprecedented momentum blooming, and he said loudly: "Since you want to wade in this muddy water, I have absolutely no reason to refuse. Anyway, I don't want to." I don’t have much time left to live, so I’ll have a good time with you.”

Medicine King Xuanyi seemed to have changed into a different person, with all the twilight energy in his body swept away.

"Jiao Jialiang, prepare a remonstrance. I, Xuanyi, want to reestablish the Holy Son." He said in a loud voice, full of fighting spirit.

"Yes, Master." Jiao Jialiang was overjoyed and said respectfully.

Soon, King Xuanyi, who had been silent for several months, came to Dan Pavilion for the first time and wrote to all departments of Dan Pavilion to re-establish the Holy Son.

As soon as this news came out, the entire Dan Dao City was in shock.

Caused an uproar.

"How virtuous and capable is this Qin Chen that he can be elected as the Holy Son by King Xuanyi Medicine?"

"Is this old guy Xuan Yi confused? Just after the death of the Holy Son Lu Wencheng, he wants to elect a second Holy Son. What does he think of the Holy Son?"

"The four great saints were personally appointed by the pavilion master a few years ago. How can they be blocked at will?"

"Nonsense!"

"I'm afraid Medicine King Xuanyi is dissatisfied in his heart and deliberately made a stupid decision, right?"

The crowd was shocked and talking.

In particular, the elders of the three deputy pavilion masters expressed their opposition and kept speaking out.

Before, Qin Chen openly stated that he wanted to be the Holy Son in the square outside the Dan Pavilion, but no one expressed their position. That was because the Holy Son was not something that could be easily assumed, but needed to be recommended, not something he had the strength to do. Can.

But now, Xuan Yi Medicine King was officially elected, which immediately caused huge fluctuations in the Dan Pavilion, and also encountered a backlash from all major forces.

However, Xuanyi Medicine King had his status after all, so his proposal was naturally unable to be suppressed and was immediately delivered to the pavilion master.

The next day, the Pavilion Master issued an announcement to solicit opinions on the preparations of Xuanyi Medicine King's lineage to reestablish the Holy Son.

In an instant, various opinions flew into the hands of the Pavilion Master like snowflakes, and more than half of them expressed protest.