Chapter 650: Chapter 448: Cyan Lotus True Flame, Impersonating a Honored Guest Elder?

This city sprawls vast and wide, bustling with life.

Up above, cultivators fly by on their swords from time to time, painting a thriving scene.

After dropping his disguise, Lin Chang’sheng headed straight for the Divine Pill Pavilion Main Hall.

The main hall of the Divine Pill Pavilion was seated right at the heart of Longyang City’s most prosperous district.

When Lin Chang’sheng arrived at the pavilion’s entrance, he was left in awe at its grandeur.

Two stone lions, each about ten feet tall, stood guard at the entrance, leading up a flight of eighteen steps.

At the doors, two Void Refining Stage cultivators kept watch.

If anyone dared make trouble here, there was no way they’d show mercy.

Past them lay the first-floor hall where elixirs were sold.

It was about the size of a soccer field, stocked with every kind of pill imaginable.

People streamed in and out, the place abuzz with energy and chatter.

"Young master, what kind of elixir are you looking for today?"

As soon as Lin Chang’sheng walked in, a lovely young lady approached him, her smile warm and welcoming.

Lin Chang’sheng pulled out his Guest Minister Token. "Get me a room. I want to refine pills!"

Lin Chang’sheng was certain the main Divine Pill Pavilion was packed with herbs—maybe even the materials needed for a Primordial Golden Pill.

So he figured, why not give it a try?

But when the receptionist saw the token in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand, she hesitated.

Her eyes filled with doubt. A guest elder this young? Was he faking it?

"Very well. Please wait a moment while I notify someone!"

With that, the young woman hurried off at once.

Before long, a squad of pavilion guards surrounded Lin Chang’sheng.

They refused to believe a kid like this could be a guest elder at Divine Pill Pavilion. That token had to be fake.

"Kid, you’ve got balls—trying to forge our Divine Pill Pavilion’s Guest Minister Token? Tired of living, are you? Hand it over and crawl out of here, or I’ll have you carried out feet-first!"

A burly middle-aged man barked at Lin Chang’sheng from up close.

This guy had Middle Stage Integration Cultivation, more than enough to deal with a young man like Lin Chang’sheng.

So he didn’t take Lin Chang’sheng seriously at all, not even bothering to alert the higher-ups.

The aggressive stance was a bit of a surprise to Lin Chang’sheng.

Apparently, folks pretending to be guest elders here must be a regular thing.

"You can ask your supervisors yourself. If you want to throw down, you might end up the one regretting it!"

Lin Chang’sheng scoffed.

An Integration Stage flunky showing off in front of him? Who does this guy think he is?

"What a joke! Every guest elder at Divine Pill Pavilion is at least a thousand years old. How old are you? You wanna be a guest elder? At least make it believable!"

The other pavilion guard mocked.

Their chatter quickly drew a crowd of cultivators eager to watch the drama unfold.

"Someone’s actually pretending to be a guest elder? Kid must have a death wish!"

"Seriously! With that baby face, the best he could be is a pill-refining disciple!"

"Exactly. He should take a look in the mirror and see what he’s really worth."

"If he’s a guest elder, then I’m an elder myself!"

"The world never ceases to amaze! A pig sticking a scallion in its nose, hoping to act like an elephant?"

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The gossip swirled, and nobody believed Lin Chang’sheng was the real deal.

Becoming a guest elder at Divine Pill Pavilion was no easy feat.

You didn’t just need to be able to refine Second Grade Elixirs—you’d need to be Integration Stage or above.

With Lin Chang’sheng’s age, he probably couldn’t even meet one of those criteria.

Let alone both.

Which made claiming to be a guest elder nearly impossible.

At this point, there were only a handful of guest elders in the entire pavilion.

And the guards knew every single one by sight.

Someone Lin Chang’sheng’s age, guest elder? Fat chance!

"Kid, I’m gonna tell you one last time. Hand over the token and get lost, or I won’t hold back!"

The burly man threatened once more.

He’d tried to be reasonable, but if the kid still wouldn’t listen, it was clubbing time.

"And I’ll repeat myself—go ask your alchemists. If you lay a finger on me, you’ll be the one who suffers!"

Lin Chang’sheng stood his ground, unfazed.

If things got physical, there was no way this Integration Stage guard could survive a punch from him.

"Fine, let’s see what you’ve got—activate the palace protection array!"

The burly man called out. Instantly, the protection array lit up, and a golden halo wrapped around the Divine Pill Pavilion.

This array was seriously tough, able to withstand any attack below Tribulation Crossing Stage.

So no matter how hard they fought, it wouldn’t leave a scratch on the great hall.

"Courting death!"

The middle-aged brute threw the first punch.

ROAR—

The fist aura morphed into a fierce tiger midair, lunging straight for Lin Chang’sheng’s face.

Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t impressed, meeting it head-on with his own punch.

BANG—

In an instant, the two fist auras collided midair with a deafening boom.

The burly man figured one punch would be enough to leave Lin Chang’sheng begging for mercy.

But as they collided, he realized how ridiculous that thought was.

His Fierce Tiger Fist aura shattered in an instant.

The other’s fist didn’t slow at all, smashing right into his chest.

When the noise faded, the burly man went flying, slamming hard into a distant pillar, coughing up mouthfuls of blood upon landing.

He was in rough shape.

And Lin Chang’sheng had held back—if he’d gone all out, that punch would’ve been fatal!

Good thing the pavilion was shielded by the array, otherwise the primordial power would’ve reduced the place to rubble.

"Everyone, hit him together! This guy’s tough!"

Only now did the burly man realize Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t ordinary at all, so he yelled for the other guards to swarm him.

"Stop!"

Just then, a stern voice rang out.

It made all the guards freeze.

Everyone turned to look—and saw a middle-aged man in white coming down from the second floor.

Lin Chang’sheng caught sight of the man and raised an eyebrow.

Talk about a tiny world!

It was none other than Xiao Chen, the one who’d fought over the Nine Lotus Sacred Fire with Yu Lanfeng days ago.

"What’s going on here?"

Xiao Chen stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Lin Chang’sheng with puzzlement.

He thought Lin Chang’sheng’s aura seemed familiar, but couldn’t quite place it.

"Alchemist Xiao, this guy’s pretending to be a guest elder and causing trouble. We tried to toss him out, but—"

The burly guard grumbled, unable to believe how tough Lin Chang’sheng was—a single punch and he was down.

"But he’s got skill, huh?"

Xiao Chen grinned.

"We slacked off—I’ll get him out now!"

With that, the burly man waved his hand for the others to throw Lin Chang’sheng out.

But Xiao Chen raised his hand. "Stand down!"

The guards all backed away at his word. Was Alchemist Xiao about to take care of this himself?

"If I’m not mistaken, you’re Lin Chang’sheng, aren’t you?"

Xiao Chen stepped up and sized Lin Chang’sheng up and down.

That sense of familiarity was there, but he couldn’t put a finger on it.

"That’s right."

Lin Chang’sheng answered.

"May I take a look at your Guest Minister Token?"

Xiao Chen spoke politely to Lin Chang’sheng.

Lin Chang’sheng had no objection, presenting the token again.

Xiao Chen examined it and saw—it was a bona fide Divine Pill Pavilion Guest Minister Token. No doubt about it.

"My apologies for earlier, Alchemist Lin, please follow me!"

After seeing the token, Xiao Chen’s tone became much more courteous, leaving the crowd confused.

A guest elder so young—it was Xiao Chen’s first time seeing it. He couldn’t wait to see whether Lin Chang’sheng’s alchemy was really that legendary.

Anyone who could refine a Holy Pill, a Holy Grade Alchemist, he had to witness it himself.

The story of Lin Chang’sheng’s Holy Pill had reached the Divine Pill Pavilion Main Hall several days before he arrived.

So the higher-ups already knew their guest elder had refined a Holy Pill.

All the alchemists had been shocked beyond belief.

Some called it fake, but no one had any proof.

Now with Lin Chang’sheng here in person—wouldn’t an on-the-spot pill refine settle it once and for all?