Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

’Impossible! How can this be? This kid isn’t even as old as me. How could he possibly be a Sixth Grade Alchemist!’ the young master roared inwardly. He was the undisputed genius of Burning Flame City, hailed as its number one prodigy in both Cultivation and Alchemy. No one had ever managed to outshine him.

But the pressure from the Spiritual Thought Shen Haoran had just unleashed made him feel utterly defeated. It was so oppressive he could barely lift his head, and a flame of jealousy ignited in his heart.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could you surpass me? An ant like you—how could you possibly be stronger than me!" the young master shrieked, his face contorting and his eyes completely bloodshot. He then shot to his feet and charged toward Shen Haoran.

"Stop, Xiaohu!" Seeing the young master charge out, the Vice Hall Master yelled frantically. The aura emanating from Shen Haoran was far beyond what Xiaohu could ever hope to challenge.

However, his mind clouded by jealousy, there was no stopping Xiaohu. He had only one thought: defeat Shen Haoran and prove to everyone that *he* was the strongest, that *he* was the true genius!

Seeing the young master charge at him, Shen Haoran snorted coldly. ’Hmph. Overestimating your own strength!’ With a mere thought, a tide of Spiritual Thought surged from him, condensing into a massive fist above his head that smashed down toward Xiaohu. ’In this Medicine Hall, ordinary martial arts won’t settle this. I’ll have to use an Alchemist’s method—suppression via Spiritual Thought. Only that will make these people submit completely!’

WHOOSH... The massive fist of Spiritual Thought, carrying a terrifying gale, appeared above the young master in an instant. Its formidable pressure stopped his charge dead in its tracks. The next moment, the giant fist of Spiritual Thought slammed into his back. A tremendous force erupted, smashing him into the floor of the Medicine Hall’s front chamber. The bluestone tiles shattered, flying up and ricocheting off the nearby Martial Artists, sending them flying as well!

CRACK... The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed clearly in the ears of everyone in the hall. Xiaohu’s aura instantly withered. Fortunately, everyone present was an Alchemist with powerful Spiritual Thought. Otherwise, they likely wouldn’t have been able to sense his faint presence at all.

After a long moment, the fierce winds in the hall finally subsided. The giant fist formed from Shen Haoran’s Spiritual Thought slowly dissipated under everyone’s shocked gazes, revealing the miserable young master below.

However, at this moment, no one paid any mind to Xiaohu’s condition. They all stared at Shen Haoran in terror, murmuring, "Materialized Spiritual Thought... A Sixth Grade Alchemist... That’s something only a Sixth Grade Alchemist can do! This kid is actually a real Sixth Grade Alchemist!"

Cries of alarm rang out one after another. Their gazes toward Shen Haoran were filled with awe, but even more so with terror. The thought of how they had looked down on a Sixth Grade Alchemist, even threatening to hang him at the Medicine Hall entrance for public humiliation, horrified them. Such disrespect toward a Sixth Grade Alchemist, according to the Medicine Hall’s rules, was grounds for expulsion and a lifetime ban from ever entering again!

"Now... does anyone else have an opinion?" Shen Haoran’s icy gaze swept across everyone in the hall. The faint pressure from his Spiritual Thought still weighed upon them, fraying their nerves.

Faced with such a dominant Shen Haoran, no one present dared to offer the slightest objection. They hardly even dared to breathe. Even the Vice Hall Master didn’t risk going to treat his beloved disciple. Under the oppressive pressure of a Sixth Grade Alchemist’s Spiritual Thought, a mere Fifth Grade Alchemist like him was completely outmatched.

"Your Excellency, please stay your hand!" Just then, an aged voice called out from the back of the Medicine Hall. Immediately after, Hall Master Feng of the Burning Flame City Medicine Hall arrived in the front chamber.

"Hall Master!" Seeing Hall Master Feng arrive, the Martial Artists in the front chamber cried out with joyous surprise, as if they had just seen their savior.

However, after Hall Master Feng arrived, he paid them no mind. Instead, his gaze was fixed intently on Shen Haoran. He felt an immense pressure radiating from the young man.

"Oh? So you’re the Hall Master of this Medicine Hall, Feng Li?" Shen Haoran asked softly, his eyes narrowing as he sized up the old man before him.

"Indeed, that is I," Hall Master Feng said, cupping his fist toward Shen Haoran. "I’m not sure how the disciples of my Medicine Hall have angered Your Excellency. If they have done something wrong, I sincerely ask for your forgiveness." In the Alchemy Realm, age meant little. Shen Haoran’s Spiritual Thought was no weaker than Feng Li’s, so he had no choice but to treat the young man as a peer.

After speaking, Feng Li glanced back at the Medicine Hall disciples being suppressed by Shen Haoran. His brow furrowed, and a stream of Spiritual Thought surged from his Sea of Consciousness, attempting to counteract Shen Haoran’s oppressive Spiritual Thought.

As Feng Li’s Spiritual Thought surged forth, the Medicine Hall disciples felt the weight on them lighten. Their faces lit up with joy, and they began to stand up.

However, before the smiles could even form on their lips, a soft snort echoed in their ears. An even more powerful pressure from Spiritual Thought descended upon them, forcing them to their knees.

"Hmph. Did I give you permission to stand?" Shen Haoran sneered, looking down at the Medicine Hall disciples.

Feng Li, standing to the side, stared at Shen Haoran in utter shock, his expression changing drastically. His own Spiritual Thought had been crushed in an instant. ’This young man’s Spiritual Thought... it’s even stronger than mine!’ It was hard to imagine that someone so young could be this powerful.

"Hall Master Feng, is it?" Shen Haoran turned his gaze to Feng Li and questioned him coldly. "Your Burning Flame City Medicine Hall certainly has some grand airs. I merely wished to request a meeting with you, and in response, your disciples were going to hang me at the front gate for public humiliation. They even wanted to kill me. Is this how the Burning Flame City Medicine Hall treats its guests?"

"What!" Hearing Shen Haoran’s words, Feng Li’s face fell. If what Shen Haoran said was true, this was a grave crime! If he were just an ordinary Alchemist, it might be manageable. But this was a High Level Alchemist of the Sixth Grade! The Medicine Hall had strict regulations: disrespecting or insulting a High Level Alchemist was punishable by a permanent hunt from the entire organization. If the Medicine Hall Headquarters learned that his subordinates had treated a High Level Alchemist this way, losing his position would be the least of his worries. Being added to the Medicine Hall’s blacklist—that would mean his life was over!

"Hall Master Feng, I didn’t come here today to cause trouble for your Burning Flame City Medicine Hall. I can let what just happened slide," Shen Haoran said calmly, seeing Feng Li’s expression. "However, as the Hall Master, you must ensure that no malicious people infiltrate your ranks. Do not tarnish the good name of the Medicine Hall!" ’After all,’ he thought, ’I still have business with Feng Li. The relationship between us can’t get too hostile. I need to give him a way to save face.’

"I will remember Your Excellency’s words!" Hearing that Shen Haoran didn’t intend to pursue the matter, Feng Li let out a sigh of relief and cupped his fist. He knew the young man was giving him an honorable way out.

The surrounding Medicine Hall disciples were stunned, unable to process the sight of the ever-humble Feng Li. They could sense something unusual in the air. The winds of change were coming to the Medicine Hall...