Battle Through the Heavens: I can solidify the talents of all things

Chapter 79, The Alchemist Conference, Herbs for Restoring Soul Power

"Mitter Tenzan!"

A roar filled with rage, almost enough to lift the roof off, came from an extremely luxurious room.

The sound was like thunder, making the crystal ornaments on the room's windows buzz.

Immediately following, Hai Bodong questioned through gritted teeth, "You old bastard! Look at the mess you've made! Making such a huge fuss, are you trying to make sure I, the Ice Emperor, haven't lost enough face?!"

Before he could finish speaking, another series of chaotic noises erupted from the room.

The sounds seemed to be the knocking over of tables and chairs, and the shattering of porcelain, interspersed with Mittel Tengshan's panicked and pleading cries: "Ouch! Haibodong! Ice Emperor! Calm down! Calm down! Ice Emperor, let's talk this out!"

"Wait! Don't touch that! That's a valuable vase I just bought!"

"Ouch! Don't hit me in the face! Hai Bodong! I'm the head of the family now! Can't you give me some face?!"

"Face? I'll give you face right now!" Hai Bodong roared even louder.

With a loud "boom," the heavy door, made of precious ironwood and carved with intricate patterns, crumbled as if it were made of paper.

Suddenly, it burst open from the inside, and amidst the flying wood chips, a figure was thrown out of the room.

With a "plop".

The figure landed heavily on the soft carpeted corridor, rolling around twice before coming to a stop.

Upon closer inspection, the figure that flew out was none other than Mittel Tengshan, the current patriarch of the Mittel family.

The clan leader, who was usually a powerful and dignified figure in the capital, was now completely devoid of his former dignity.

His once meticulously combed silver hair had become a mess, like a bird's nest on his head.

That chubby face, which always wore a warm smile, was now covered in bruises, especially around the eyes, which were dark and swollen, making him look like a panda that had been punched twice.

A few shards of crystal-clear ice even clung to his beard, trembling slightly as he grinned.

The brocade robe he wore, which symbolized his status as the clan leader and was meticulously woven from ice silkworm silk, was now wrinkled and covered in dust, with a tear in the cuff. He looked exactly like an old beggar who had just been robbed by thugs.

Hai Bodong clearly held back; although the scene looked gruesome, it was only superficial pain and no serious injury to bones or internal organs.

With Mitel Tengshan's cultivation as a four-star Dou Wang, this minor injury can be mostly recovered in a day or two by circulating Dou Qi and meditating, without even needing to take any pills.

This is more like a "friendship punch" thrown between old friends when they can't stand each other being angry.

Such a huge commotion naturally alerted the guards on guard outside the courtyard.

A series of rapid footsteps approached from afar, followed by dozens of guards in fine armor, exuding a fierce aura, led by a squad leader.

They rushed over like a whirlwind, instantly surrounding Mittel Tengshan, who had fallen to the ground.

Swords were drawn, their cold light gleaming, and they were pointed warily at the "unknown intruder".

The head guard had a stern expression and sharp eyes, staring intently at the disheveled figure on the ground.

He then shouted sternly, launching into a classic three-question barrage: "Who are you?! How did you manage to sneak into the core forbidden area of ​​the family?!"

What is the purpose of this visit?!

He was also filled with doubt and suspicion. The core area of ​​the family was heavily guarded. How could someone who looked like a beggar have gotten here?

Why make such a big commotion?

"Oh my god! Miter Tengshan!"

Mittel Tengshan struggled to lift his swollen, fat face, barely opening a slit of his bruised eyes, and mumbled something indistinctly, feeling both frustrated and embarrassed.

Being surrounded by your own people in your own home, mistaken for a thief—what kind of situation is that!

"Home——Home, Master?!"

Upon hearing this, the head guard froze as if struck by lightning.

His eyes widened as he scrutinized the almost distorted, chubby face with disbelief.

Although his face was badly mangled, the faint outlines of his features, his unique, pained voice, and his tattered yet exquisitely crafted ice silk robe remained—

Is this really their patriarch, who always has a smiling face but hides a deep sense of authority?!

The fierce look on the head guard's face instantly turned into terror and confusion, and cold sweat poured down his face.

He stammered, "Master—Master—you—you are—"

"Step back!"

Mittel Tenshan endured the pain on his face and barely managed to take a breath.

A powerful aura belonging to a four-star Dou Wang emanated from him like a tidal wave.

Although his movements were somewhat erratic due to his injury, the aura of a Dou Wang powerhouse was undeniably real.

This familiar aura, coupled with the specially made brocade robe that only the clan leader could wear, completely dispelled the last trace of doubt in the head guard's heart.

Terrified, he quickly sheathed his weapon and waved to the equally dumbfounded guards behind him, his voice trembling: "Retreat! Retreat now! Everyone, get out of here immediately! Seal off this area, don't let anyone approach!"

A group of guards came and went like a tide, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving Mittel Tengshan alone slumped in the corridor.

He clutched his swollen and painful cheek, gasping for breath in pain, cursing Hai Bodong countless times in his mind.

A moment later, in the luxurious room that had just experienced a "catastrophe" and had been simply tidied up.

Mittel Tenshan sat on a large chair covered with soft animal hides, his face bruised and swollen.

He was holding an ice pack soaked in green liquid, which he carefully placed on his bruised eye socket, while hissing inhalations from time to time.

He applied the medicine while using the eye that he could still barely open.

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He curiously observed the young man in blue sitting opposite him, who remained calm throughout, even with a faint smile on his lips.

The mess in the room had been quickly cleaned up by the maids who arrived at the scene.

The broken door was temporarily covered by a screen, but a faint trace of ice-attribute battle aura and the smell of medicine still lingered in the air.

"Hai Bodong," Mittel Tengshan said in a deep voice, his gaze still fixed on Xiao Qing.

"Who is this young man?

He already had a guess in his mind, but he still needed to confirm it.

Hai Bodong crossed his arms and leaned back in another intact armchair. He glanced at Mittel Tengshan's comical appearance with annoyance, snorted, and then introduced, "This is the person I mentioned to you, my great benefactor, Xiao Qing!"

"If it weren't for young friend Xiao Qing's righteous intervention, helping me break the seal and refine the Spirit Restoration Purple Pill, you old codger wouldn't even be able to find my body, let alone see me now!"

Although his tone was unfriendly, the gratitude and respect in Hai Bodong's eyes when he mentioned Xiao Qing were genuine.

"This is the extraordinary young friend Xiao Qing you mentioned before?!"

Despite the pain on his face, Mittel Tenshan couldn't help but cry out in surprise, put down the ice pack in his hand, and struggled to sit up straight.

Several months ago, Hai Bodong returned to the family secretly like a ghost, which made him ecstatic.

He never believed that his old friend would fall so easily, and always firmly believed that he was just held back by something.

His judgment has been proven true.

Hai Bodong then recounted his experiences over the past ten years, including being sealed away by Queen Medusa.

He was told roughly how he met Xiao Qing in Mocheng and how he received Xiao Qing's help.

From that moment on, Mittel Tengshan was filled with curiosity and gratitude towards the mysterious young man named Xiao Qing, who was able to break the seal of the Dou Huang.

He knew that without Xiao Qing, Hai Bodong would probably never recover, and the Mittel family would forever lose this pillar of support.

He never imagined that this master, whom he had imagined countless times, would actually be such a young man!

Seeing Mittel Tengshan's surprised expression, Hai Bodong seemed unconvinced and slowly added, dropping an even more bombshell: "Hmph, don't let Xiao Qing's young age fool you, he's a genuine Dou Wang expert! The real deal!"

"What?!" Mittel Tengshan was so shocked that he jumped up from his chair, forgetting even the pain on his face. His voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief.

"Could it be—could it be that he's the mysterious Battle King who's been quietly circulating among the upper echelons of the capital these past few days, the one who appeared in Wutan City and gave that old bastard Nalan Jie a sound beating?! This—how is this possible?!"

Nalan Jie, an eight-star Dou Wang and Lionheart Marshal, was absolutely top-tier among Dou Wangs in the Jia Ma Empire, yet he was defeated by a mere youth.

This news was so shocking that he would never have believed it if Hai Bodong hadn't personally confirmed it with him.

"Indeed, it is my young friend Xiao Qing."

Hai Bodong nodded, his tone carrying a hint of pride, but also a touch of emotion.

Even though he already knew Xiao Qing's strength, he still found it unbelievable every time he thought about it.

Upon confirming the news, Mittel Tengshan's gaze towards Xiao Qing instantly became incredibly complex, a mixture of various emotions.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and straightened his tattered robes.

Ignoring the injuries on his face, he bowed deeply to Xiao Qing with utmost sincerity, saying, "Young friend Xiao Qing! Your repeated rescues of Hai Bodong are tantamount to saving my Mittel family from peril! We, the Mittel family, will never forget this kindness!"

"From this day forward, you are the most honored guest of the Mittel family, and a great benefactor to the entire family! The entire Mittel family will obey your every command without question!"

Seeing this, Xiao Qing quickly stood up. Instead of using his hands to help, he subtly moved his mind, and an invisible yet powerful and gentle soul force quietly emerged, lifting Mittel Tengshan steadily from a distance.

"Chief Tengshan, you flatter me. Please rise, senior." Xiao Qing's tone was calm, without any arrogance.

"My acquaintance with Ebi was by chance, and my assistance was merely a matter of convenience. I do not deserve such a generous gift."

Mittel Tengshan felt the force lifting him up; it wasn't fighting spirit, but rather the purest and most refined soul power, causing a surge of shock within him once again.

"Such a young Battle King, yet he possesses such terrifying soul power! This child's future is simply limitless!"

Mittel Tengshan became even more determined to befriend Xiao Qing at all costs.

He straightened up, his expression becoming even more enthusiastic and solemn: "Young friend Xiao Qing, you are truly virtuous! However, kindness is kindness, and my Mittel family will never forget it!"

Mittel Tengshan abruptly changed the subject, getting straight to the point: "I wonder what business the Mittel family can serve you, young friend Xiao Qing, during your visit to the capital? Please feel free to ask!"

"If it's within the capabilities of my Mittel family, we will certainly do everything in our power to assist you!"

Seeing that the other party was so direct, Xiao Qing stopped beating around the bush, nodded, and said, "Since Clan Chief Tengshan has asked, Xiao Qing does indeed have a request!"

"I urgently need to collect some rare medicinal herbs that can enhance or restore soul power. I wonder if the Mittel family, with their extensive network and connections throughout the empire, could help me look for and procure such herbs?"

"The older the vintage, the better the quality, and the more desirable it is!"

"Medicinal herbs to enhance or restore soul power ——————" Upon hearing this, Mittel Tengshan frowned slightly and fell into deep thought, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest of the chair.

These kinds of medicinal materials are extremely rare, and are priceless treasures for alchemists. They usually cause a frenzy of competition among major forces as soon as they appear, and very few circulate in the market.

He pondered for a moment, then a glint of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes. As if he had remembered something, he slapped his hand and hurriedly said, "I've got it! Young friend Xiao Qing, the kind of medicinal herbs you need are indeed not currently in stock in our family's storeroom. Such treasures are extremely rare."

"However—I've just remembered something important!"

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and continued, "I heard that the prize for winning the Alchemist Tournament, hosted by the Alchemist Guild of the Gama Empire, is supposedly an extremely precious medicinal herb that has a miraculous effect on restoring soul power!"

"The specifics haven't been fully disclosed yet, but the source is reliable!"

He looked at Xiao Qing, his gaze intense: "I heard from Hai Bodong that you, young friend Xiao Qing, are also an alchemist? And quite accomplished at it? If so, perhaps you should consider participating in this year's Alchemist Conference!"

"With your abilities, you have a very good chance of winning! That way, you can rightfully obtain that medicinal herb!"

"The Alchemist Conference—" Upon hearing this, Hai Bodong, who was standing to the side, also showed a thoughtful expression and let out a sigh.

"Time flies, another conference is about to begin."

Hai Bodong turned to Xiao Qing and said confidently, "Xiao Qing, with your alchemy skills, winning this competition shouldn't be a problem! This is a good opportunity to acquire medicinal herbs legitimately."

Unable to contain his curiosity, Mittel Tengshan interjected, "Hai Bodong, what grade of alchemist is Xiao Qing, our young friend?"

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To be able to refine a Grade 5 Restoration Purple Pill that can repair Hai Bodong's foundation, it must be at least Grade 5, right?

A fifth-grade alchemist in his teens? Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.

Hai Bodong just smiled mysteriously, crossed his arms, and kept everyone in suspense: "Hehe, you'll find out when the time comes!"

Anyway, it won't let you down.

"You old codger, still keeping me in suspense!" Mittel Tengshan glared at Hai Bodong helplessly, but his curiosity and anticipation grew stronger.

At this moment, Xiao Qing lowered his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts.

The Alchemist Conference — Following the original story, the champion of this conference seems to be Gu He, who is known as the Pill King.

Xiao Qing had some impression of this person; he was a sixth-grade alchemist who was obsessed with Yun Yun, and should now be a fourth-grade alchemist.

However, none of this matters.

The important thing is that herb that can restore soul power.

No matter who his opponent is, he is determined to win this championship!

He must obtain it in order to awaken the old medicine master as soon as possible!

Thinking of this, Xiao Qing raised his head, his gaze clear and firm, and looked at Mittel Tengshan, asking directly, "Clan Chief Tengshan, how do I register for this Alchemist Conference?"

Seeing that Xiao Qing was interested in participating, Mittel Tengshan was overjoyed. Even the pain in his facial injuries seemed to have disappeared. He thumped his chest loudly and assured him, "Don't worry, young friend Xiao Qing! I'll take care of this small matter of registration! Our Mittel family has a long-standing cooperative relationship with the Alchemist Guild. Getting a spot in the competition is a piece of cake for us! I'll send someone to take care of it right away!"

He paused, then continued enthusiastically, "In addition, I will immediately utilize all the resources and connections of my family to do everything in my power to find and gather information on other medicinal herbs that can restore soul power for you!"

"We will notify you immediately if we have any leads!"

Mittel Tengshan was well aware of the potential of investing in Xiao Qing, a young Battle King and high-level alchemist with unlimited potential.

No matter the cost, it's all worth it!

This may be the key to the Mittel family's prosperity for centuries to come!

He had already made up his mind to devote the entire clan's strength to meeting Xiao Qing's needs and firmly binding him to this chariot that was destined to soar to the sky.

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