Chapter 227: Long Bad Dao

Long Bad Dao saw Jiang Feng standing frozen, holding the Elixir, with no sign of handing it over, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

However, his steps didn't stop; he still swaggered toward Jiang Feng.

He glanced at the Elixir in Jiang Feng's hand.

"Nice kid, looking at your technique, you must be an Alchemist, right?"

His gaze swept over the Bagua furnace on the table, then returned to the beauty‑preserving Elixir in Jiang Feng's hand.

"Being able to craft a top‑quality Elixir with Dan markings shows some talent; it's far better than those guys who are all hype and no substance."

Jiang Feng frowned, "Who the heck is this guy? He's so overly familiar."

At that moment, the man pulled a black card from his pocket and tossed it casually; the card landed steadily on the stone table before Jiang Feng.

"Don't worry, I Long Bad Dao never take other people's things for free!"

He patted his chest, his tone arrogant.

"Since you live on Yitian Pavilion's territory, you should know what this card stands for, right? Take this card to Duanmu Ya and say it's from me, Long Bad Dao; whatever you want—techniques, treasures, money—if Yitian Pavilion has it, she'll grant it to you!"

Jiang Feng lowered his head, glanced at the black card on the stone table, and instantly recognized it as Yitian Pavilion's top‑tier Supreme Member Card.

Earlier, Lin Qinghan also had a similar one in his hand.

So this guy called Long Bad Dao must, like Lin Qinghan, also be a Supreme Member.

No wonder he's so arrogant here.

Honestly, the regard he receives from Yitian Pavilion exceeds that given to Jiang Feng.

After Long Bad Dao tossed the card, he assumed Jiang Feng would obediently hand over the Elixir.

He rubbed his hands excitedly and reached straight toward Jiang Feng.

"Quickly give me the Elixir; this is a top‑quality beauty‑preserving Elixir, I've been searching for this thing for ages!"

He had already calculated his plan: he's been courting Meng Qiu Xianzi for years; no matter what rare treasure he offers, Meng Qiu Xianzi never spares a glance, and her greatest lifelong wish is to keep her looks forever.

This top‑quality beauty‑preserving Elixir bears Dan markings; its effect is certainly extraordinary. If he gives this Elixir away, it might win Meng Qiu Xianzi's heart, and then he could take home a beauty—what a wonderful outcome!

At the thought of Meng Qiu Xianzi receiving the Elixir and looking at him differently, Long Bad Dao couldn't help but smile, reaching out to snatch the Elixir from Jiang Feng's hand.

But just as his hand was about to touch the Elixir, Jiang Feng twisted his wrist and slipped the beauty‑preserving Elixir into his portable Jade Bottle.

He slipped the Jade Bottle into his pocket and said calmly.

"Sorry, I don't need this card; I've already promised these beauty‑preserving Elixirs to someone else, so I can't give them to you."

Since he promised Duanmu Ya to craft 100 beauty‑preserving Elixirs, he naturally can't renege midway and hand the Elixir to just anyone.

Moreover, it's someone who inexplicably barges in to snatch things.

This guy's rudeness makes Jiang Feng very displeased.

The moment he said that, Long Bad Dao's smile froze, his outstretched hand halted in midair.

His complexion darkened instantly, replaced by a thick aura of hostility.

He stared at Jiang Feng fixedly, his gaze as if to devour a person, brimming with unabashed threat.

"Kid, do you know what you're saying? No one in the jianghu has ever dared to refuse me, Long Bad Dao! You're the first!"

The moment his words fell, an overwhelmingly domineering true Qi burst from his body, instantly surging throughout the room.

The invisible wave of energy spread outward; the implements on the stone table quivered slightly, and for a moment the whole room's temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

Grand Master?

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, understanding in his heart.

No wonder this guy is so overbearing; he's actually a Grand Master‑ranked expert, and not just a novice Grand Master—at least mid‑stage Grand Master strength.

But even so, what of it?

Seeing the flash of surprise on Jiang Feng's face, Long Bad Dao realized his power had already intimidated him.

He restrained some of his true Qi, a faint confident smile appearing, his tone bearing a hint of condescension.

"Kid, although top‑quality Elixirs are valuable, to me, Long Bad Dao, they're not particularly rare. If I didn't happen to need this beauty‑preserving Elixir for a friend, even if you begged to give it to me, I might still not take it!"

"So, I advise you to be sensible and hand me this box of beauty‑preserving Elixirs, consider it a favor I owe you. In the future, if you encounter trouble in the jianghu, invoke my name, and no one will dare touch you!"

"Otherwise, I'll have to snatch it outright; then you'll not only gain nothing but also suffer, a loss you won't recover!"

In his view, Jiang Feng, a mere small Alchemist, even with some skill, would never dare oppose this Grand Master; a little pressure from him would surely make the other submit.

What surprised him was that Jiang Feng, after hearing his words, showed not the slightest fear but a faint smile, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement.

"You're quite an interesting person."

Speaking, he pulled the Jade Bottle filled with beauty‑preserving Elixirs from his pocket.

He opened the lid, poured out the dozens of beauty‑preserving Elixirs inside, placed them into a Wooden Box, and set the box on the stone table before Long Bad Dao.

Long Bad Dao saw this and immediately wore a smug smile.

"As expected, you're scared! If you'd just done this earlier, I wouldn't have had to waste words!"

He nodded, reaching out to take the Wooden Box.

"That's the spirit—those who know the times are heroes. Rest assured, I Long Bad Dao keep my word; I'll definitely protect you from now on!"

But just as his fingers were about to touch the Wooden Box, Jiang Feng shot out his hand like lightning.

He snatched the Wooden Box back in one swift grab, clutching it tightly, a mocking grin on his face.

"Don't be so eager to take it; I never said I'd give it to you for free."

Long Bad Dao's hand froze again in midair, his smile instantly solidified, his gaze filled with anger.

"What do you mean? Are you playing with me?"

"Not exactly playing you."

Jiang Feng shook the Wooden Box in his hand, his tone relaxed.

"If you can snatch this box of beauty‑preserving Elixirs from me, it'll be yours. If you can't, then stop bragging here, leave quickly, and don't delay my alchemy."

He never took Long Bad Dao's threat seriously, and now, seeing the other's arrogant and comical demeanor, he simply wants to toy with him and see how much weight this self‑proclaimed Long Bad Dao Grand Master actually has.

Long Bad Dao froze in place, clearly not expecting Jiang Feng to speak to him like that, and still daring to let him snatch.

His complexion turned iron‑blue in an instant, his chest heaved violently, clearly he was angry, and the malice in his eyes grew ever thicker.

He stared fixedly at the Wooden Box in Jiang Feng's hand, like an enraged beast.

"Kid, do you know that a Grand Master cannot be insulted?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Feng only saw a afterimage flash before him!