At the same time, Ye Chen stored away the Chaos Immortal Egg wreathed in crimson-gold Dao Fire, placing it within his Chaos Cauldron. Only such an immortal artifact could withstand the burning of the crimson-gold Dao Fire.
Moreover, he directly swept up the mountain-like pile of treasures on the ground—precious divine herbs, high-grade elixirs, rare divine materials for artifact forging, and all sorts of world-shaking treasures.
Without a doubt, each one was a priceless treasure unmatched in the world, worth cities. Yet all of it was directly swept clean by Ye Chen and taken into his possession.
"Battle Saint King, you—"
The various heaven's powerhouses were green with envy. These were practically all their life savings of Great Dao Supreme Treasures, and now they had all been obtained by the Battle Saint King alone. Naturally, they were going crazy.
But Ye Chen just smiled faintly. "What's the matter? Do you think the value of this single Chaos Immortal Egg is less than fifty million?"
These words immediately left many speechless.
A Chaos Immortal Egg capable of nurturing a Supreme One was naturally worth far more than fifty million. However, these powerhouses were still extremely unwilling. Not only had the Battle Saint King obtained the priceless Chaos Immortal Egg, but he had also won the bet, taking all the Great Dao Supreme Treasures for himself. Anyone would be envious.
Even several ancient Great Powers were turning green with envy.
But when they saw the Chaos Cauldron floating above the Battle Saint King's head, emanating ancient chaos qi, with clear, vivid imprints constantly flickering as if they could break through the cauldron's walls at any moment...
Those were the supreme powerhouses the Battle Saint King had slain—young Supreme Ones, powerful ancient Great Powers. All of it proved his glorious battle record. If they truly fought, none of the ancient Great Powers present had confidence in protecting themselves. Unless it was a super Great Power above the seventh heaven, there was nothing to discuss.
"Qian Yue, we've hit the jackpot this time. I never expected so many suckers to take the bait," Will said loudly and carelessly, his mouth running freely.
"Who are you calling suckers?"
The cultivators who had lost the bet were all furious.
Will hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry, you're not suckers. How could you be suckers? You're all generous patrons, all patrons. Please come back next time to place bets and deliver treasures. We'll take however much you bring."
These words were even more unpleasant than before, but everyone was unable to refute them, their expressions as aggrieved as could be.
"Battle Saint King, you alone have obtained all the treasures, plus the Chaos Immortal Egg. Isn't that a bit too much?" At this moment, the dwarf young Supreme One, Fei Tuo, spoke with a gloomy face.
"A bet is a bet," Ye Chen said.
"Leave some room in all things, for easier meetings in the future," Fei Tuo snorted coldly, his meaning clear: it would be best to return their Great Dao Supreme Treasures, otherwise there would be unavoidable conflict when they met again.
"If it's a beauty, then a future meeting is good. But with you lot, the future meetings might not be so pleasant," Will chuckled, intentionally or unintentionally emphasizing the word "meeting" with that eerie smile. No matter how you listened, it sounded strange.
Among the crowd were some who had experienced the ways of the world. They quickly understood and couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.
This black-faced kid really had a sharp tongue.
But whether it was Fei Tuo or Dan Xian and these other young prodigies, they all looked bewildered, unable to figure it out. Seeing Will's smile, they knew it was probably not a good meaning, and their faces immediately darkened.
At the same time, Fei Tuo looked at Ye Chen. "Battle Saint King, I hope you'll consider this carefully. After all, traveling the Ultimate Ancient Path alone is truly dangerous."
His words carried a thick sense of threat.
But Ye Chen just glanced at Fei Tuo and said indifferently, "What are you? What does it matter if future meetings aren't pleasant? If you dare secretly throw stones to trip me up, I'll just kill you directly."
Forceful! Domineering!
This was the peerless Battle Saint King—simple and crude, yet issuing such a forceful warning.
"You—"
"Someone like you dares to threaten me? I've slain quite a few on the Ultimate Ancient Path," Ye Chen said coldly, his words filled with a domineering air, not placing the other party in his heart at all.
Yet it was precisely this that made Fei Tuo feel aggrieved. He was, after all, a young Supreme One long-famed on the Ultimate Ancient Path. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?
"Oh? What's happening here? It seems quite lively."
At this moment, another figure appeared. It was a young man, tall and robust, wearing a divine crown and a qilin robe. He appeared heroic and extraordinary, possessing a special aura accompanied by faint threads of Supreme One presence.
When his eyes opened and closed, purple light flowed, and strands of Dao light intertwined. He possessed a special imperial bearing, different from the masses. His every move was accompanied by the principles of the Great Dao filling the sky. He was a startlingly heroic man.
It could be said this person was very powerful, not to be ignored from any angle. His Dharma appearance was imposing; at the very least, he was a Supreme Heavenly Pride of the younger generation, exceptionally strong, even a notch stronger than Fei Tuo.
Seeing the newcomer's arrival, many people sucked in a cold breath, not only because of his extraordinary cultivation but, more importantly, because of the badge worn on his chest. It was surrounded by a full eight cauldrons, directly proclaiming his identity as an Alchemy Master of no ordinary status.
To have reached the realm of an eighth-level Alchemy Master at such a young age, whether in cultivation or the Dao of Alchemy, this person could truly be called a peerless Heaven's Pride.
"Brother Dan Yang!"
"Brother Dan Yang!"
Fei Tuo, Dan Xian, and the other young prodigies from the imperial clans all spoke up upon seeing the newcomer, revealing a trace of reverence.
"Dan Yang, so it's him! The Supreme Heavenly Pride of the Dan Emperor Clan in this era, with an incredibly powerful bloodline. It's said to nearly rival that of an Emperor's son!"
"Dan Yang, having cultivated for only three hundred years, not only has his cultivation reached the ancient Great Power realm, but his attainments in the Dao of Alchemy are also shockingly high, having reached the eighth-level Alchemy Master realm as well. Truly, the younger generation is to be respected!"
"It seems Dan Yang is also planning to participate in this Alchemy Ceremony. Although he's a bit young, his alchemy skills are in no way inferior."
"As expected of the Dan Emperor Clan, to give birth to such a stunningly talented genius."
On the scene, many people were discussing, talking about the extraordinariness of this peerless Heaven's Pride, Dan Yang.
Even Ye Chen had to admit that this Dan Yang was indeed a stunningly brilliant Supreme Heavenly Pride.
Reaching this step on the cultivation path was already commendable, and to have such astonishing attainments in the Dao of Alchemy as well could not be described by the word "genius" alone. Perhaps more accurately, he should be called a monster.