82: Chapter 82 And all of this stemmed from that white-clad figure.

But they hadn't expected that this mysterious young man's strength was actually powerful enough to suppress even an Ancient Demon Lord.

"When that Devil Head broke through the Seal, its strength was far above mine."

Daoist Ziyang's voice echoed in the night wind, carrying a hint of bitterness.

"Even with Fellow Daoist Zhou and all the Elders in the valley working together, we were no match for that Devil Head."

He paused, his gaze still fixed on that white-robed figure, his tone filled with even more emotion: "If it weren't for that Senior taking action, today Medicine King Valley, and even the entire Southern Desolation, would likely have met with a great catastrophe."

"That Senior only used one move," Dan Qingzi took over, his voice still carrying a hint of shock that had yet to dissipate.

"With a casual wave of a whisk, that Devil Head didn't even have room to resist. Then Senior took out a black tower, took that Devil Head into it, and suppressed it completely."

Daoist Yunlan sucked in a breath of cold air, while Lord Yangtian and Elder Jianchi were startled.

Suppressing an Ancient Demon Lord in a single move?

Although they hadn't seen the Devil Head's strength with their own eyes, judging by the severity of Daoist Ziyang's injuries and the Devilish Qi fluctuations remaining at the place of the Seal, it was definitely far above the ordinary Peak of Tribulation Transcendence.

Such an existence was actually suppressed by someone in one move?

To what Realm had that white-robed young man's strength actually reached?

Daoist Yunlan took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, his gaze falling on that white-robed figure, remaining silent for a long time.

Lord Yangtian's face turned pale and green in turns, an indescribable lingering fear welling up in his heart.

Although his Qingyang Sect didn't have direct conflict with the Zhouwu Dynasty, in this competitive landscape of the Southern Desolation, various overt and covert struggles were inevitable.

Elder Jianchi didn't think that much; he was simply shocked and also felt fortunate that the Southern Desolation had such a figure presiding over it.

After all, if that Ancient Demon Lord had really run rampant, it wouldn't just be Medicine King Valley that suffered, but the entire Southern Desolation.

At this moment, two more figures arrived together.

The leader was none other than the Old Ancestor of the Nanli Dynasty—Yang Qingtian.

Walking side-by-side with him was the Old Ancestor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty—Ancestor Xu Tianyan.

Both of their expressions were solemn, their gazes fixed on the place of the Seal outside Medicine King Valley that had already been suppressed, their brows furrowed.

They had both sensed that earth-shaking Devilish Qi fluctuation at the same time, set off almost simultaneously, met halfway, and came together.

Now landing in the Hundred Herbs Altar, their gazes swept across the surroundings; seeing Daoist Ziyang injured and meditating to adjust his Qi, their expressions immediately darkened.

"Fellow Daoist Ziyang," Yang Qingtian spoke first, his voice low, "That Devil Head?"

Daoist Ziyang opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them, and repeated what he had just said.

When he heard "That Senior suppressed the Devil Head in one move," Yang Qingtian's pupils contracted violently, and his expression became extremely unsightly in an instant.

Ancestor Xu Tianyan's expression also changed abruptly; he instinctively looked toward that white-robed figure on the east side of the altar, then at Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, who was sitting calmly in his seat, and an indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart.

For the past half year or so, the Nanli Dynasty and Xuanyuan Dynasty had joined forces to pressure the Zhouwu Dynasty.

They thought that as long as the two dynasties joined forces, the Zhouwu Dynasty would be nothing to fear.

But at this moment, they realized how ridiculously wrong they were.

With that Senior there, the Zhouwu Dynasty was like a solid block of iron; no matter how many small tricks they played, they were merely like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Fortunately, we haven't truly had a falling out yet," Yang Qingtian muttered to himself, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

Ancestor Xu Tianyan was silent for a moment, let out a soft sigh, and said in a low voice: "Withdraw the troops."

Yang Qingtian glanced at him and nodded, saying nothing more.

The two looked at each other, both seeing the same decision in each other's eyes—from today onwards, the landscape of the Southern Desolation had completely changed.

And all of this originated from that white-robed figure.

Under the Myriad Spirit Tree, Daoist Ziyang adjusted his Qi for a moment and finally stood up.

He straightened his robes and stepped toward the east side of the altar.

Dan Qingzi quickly followed, and the Elders of Medicine King Valley also stood up one after another, following behind the two.

Daoist Ziyang came to a stop in front of Jiang Changge and bowed deeply, his thin, withered body bending almost ninety degrees.

"Senior."

His voice was raspy and solemn, filled with heartfelt respect and gratitude.

"If it weren't for Senior's intervention today, the foundation of Medicine King Valley would likely have been destroyed. Senior's great kindness will never be forgotten by Medicine King Valley."

Jiang Changge glanced at him, his tone indifferent: "It was just a small effort, no need for this."

Daoist Ziyang straightened up, his cloudy eyes full of emotion: "For Senior, it was a small effort, but for Medicine King Valley and the Southern Desolation, it is a grace equivalent to rebirth."

He paused, took out a Jade Slip from his sleeve, held it in both hands, and respectfully presented it to Jiang Changge.

"This is the Alchemy Legacy of Medicine King Valley. Although it is not as profound as what Senior has learned, it is the crystallization of tens of thousands of years of Medicine King Valley's hard work."

"This Junior makes bold to offer this to Senior as a token of gratitude."

Jiang Changge did not reach out to take it.

His gaze fell on that Jade Slip, and after a moment of silence, he spoke slowly: "The Alchemy Legacy—you should keep it for Medicine King Valley. This Seat does not lack such things."

Daoist Ziyang was slightly stunned, then gave a bitter smile.

Indeed, this Senior's Alchemy attainments were far above those of Medicine King Valley, so how could he possibly care for their Legacy?

Just as he was about to take back the Jade Slip, Jiang Changge suddenly spoke.

"However, my Disciple Zhou Tianchen is obsessed with Alchemy; perhaps you could let him observe and learn in Medicine King Valley for a while."

Daoist Ziyang's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded: "Rest assured, Senior, the gates of Medicine King Valley will always be open to young friend Tianchen!"

Dan Qingzi also nodded repeatedly, feeling secretly fortunate.

If Zhou Tianchen could come to Medicine King Valley often, with his Alchemy talent and those unfathomable Alchemy insights, it would definitely be a great thing for the development of Medicine King Valley's Alchemy.

Jiang Changge nodded slightly and said no more.

Daoist Ziyang tactfully stepped back a few paces and sat down in the seat next to Ancestor Zhou Huaixu, no longer disturbing them.

The night wind blew gently, and the Hundred Herbs Altar gradually grew quiet.

Representatives of the various forces left one after another, and the Disciples of Medicine King Valley began to clean up the mess.

Jiang Changge leaned back in his seat, his gaze looking toward the waning moon in the sky.

That Ancient Demon Lord being suppressed in the Demon Suppressing Tower could be considered a good harvest.

If there's a chance in the future, perhaps he could try to refine him or subdue him.

Of course, those were matters for later.

For now, the Alchemy Exchange Conference had ended, and the landscape of the Southern Desolation would undergo earth-shaking changes because of tonight's events.

But none of this had anything to do with him.

He just needed to continue checking in, continue taking Disciples, and continue lying flat.

On the other side of the Southern Desolation.

Lu Jinghan's trio had already left Luotian City many days ago, heading toward their next destination.