Chapter 155: Han You and Chen Shimian Comprehended Nothing! Yang Hao's Face Turned Iron-Blue!

Luo Junming flew into a rage, wanting to ally with the two evil cults! (2) After Xu Chen wiped out the people at the Diyin Sect headquarters, he also began to exterminate the Diyin Sect spies operating outside.

Overnight, every single person of the Diyin Sect was dead; not a single one survived. This news spread like a storm to every sect and school.

The first to know were the Taichu Sacred Land, the Imperial Secret Guard, and Luo Junming's informants. After Yang Hao heard this news, he immediately summoned everyone from the Taichu Sacred Land and laid out the situation.

Han You frowned: "Nine Heavens, a sect from legend, hasn't made a move in a very long time." Chen Shimian seemed to be in a bad mood today and snorted coldly: "An extremely arrogant sect, simply insolent to the extreme."

"In the past, our Taichu Sacred Land also had many spies die at the hands of Nine Heavens." Yang Hao nodded: "Fortunately, there hasn't been much confrontation recently. This sect is too mysterious. Elder Chen, what is wrong with you today?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Shimian's face instantly stiffened, his expression ugly as he said: "Nothing." Han You was also slightly guilty and didn't dare to speak much. Yang Hao seemed to remember something and hurriedly said: "By the way, Elder Han, what did you comprehend last night while watching the Seven-Turn Soul Returning Pill? As a Seven-Grade Alchemist, I am very interested in the techniques inside; please teach me quickly."

At this moment, he was too lazy to care about the Diyin Sect; what was it to him? These alchemy techniques were more important, concerning his own interests.

The other alchemists of the Taichu Sacred Land, upon hearing this, also couldn't help but look at Han You. They praised one after another: "With Elder Han You's past experience and ability, you must have comprehended quite a lot. After all, every time Elder Han You obtained a Pill before, he comprehended a technique. Elder Han You, you are truly a genius alchemist; please teach us quickly." For a moment, their eyes were full of expectation.

Who would have thought that Han You's mouth twitched slightly, cursing these alchemists profusely in his heart. Damn it, really hitting the sore spot. Finally, he forced calmness and said: "Yesterday I only comprehended a little bit of the surface; this technique is too profound. Saint Son, wait for me to comprehend for a few more days, then I will tell you; it will definitely be possible." Yang Hao was displeased: "A whole night? You usually comprehend complete techniques; do you not want to teach?"

Han You gritted his teeth and said: "It is truly not that I don't want to teach, but this technique is quite difficult to comprehend."

Yang Hao frowned and said: "Xu Chen is a Seven-Grade Alchemist, and you are an Eighth Grade Alchemist; now you tell me you cannot comprehend his technique?"

"Han You, hiding your strength like this and harboring selfish motives, this Saint Son is very disappointed and very angry with you." After speaking, Yang Hao turned to look at Chen Shimian: "Chen Shimian, tell me the results of that Six-Rank Long Sword!" Chen Shimian's eyes also flickered, hesitating to speak: "I, I also find it quite difficult to comprehend over here, Saint Son..." "Enough!" Upon hearing this, Yang Hao finally exploded completely. He spoke in a rage beyond reason: "Is it because this Saint Son lost face this time that you look down on this Saint Son?"

Two Eighth Grade Alchemists and Artifact Refiners, yet they have such thoughts! Good, very good!

When this Saint Son returns, I will have my father remove you; I want to see where you can hide." He was truly furious; he clearly saw the old things, yet one wouldn't speak and the other wouldn't speak.

Wasn't it obvious that they looked down on him, Yang Hao?

"Yes, two Elders, speak quickly."

"As long as you speak, no matter how little, the Saint Son can forgive you."

"We are all of the Holy Land; there is no need to hide your skills like this!"

The alchemists and Artifact Refiners around the Taichu Sacred Land also sent resentful glances.

These two are too selfish; they comprehended something but won't speak, not united at all.

No wonder the Saint Son is angry; if they were the Saint Son, they would be angry too!

Yesterday they were already very aggrieved, and today it is still so aggrieved; who could bear it?

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao snorted coldly.

The implication was that he agreed with what his disciple said.

If you speak, no matter how much, then I, the old man, won't be angry.

If you don't speak, then don't say our relationship is good in the future.

Upon hearing this, Han You and Chen Shimian's eyes instantly flashed with a trace of panic.

Yang Hao's father is the Holy Lord of the Taichu Sacred Land!

If Yang Hao told the Holy Lord, wouldn't they be finished on the spot?

Therefore, they thumped down and knelt directly.

"R-report, Saint Son, actually we comprehended nothing." The two showed bitterness on their faces and spoke in unison: "What?"

Once this statement came out, the crowd around instantly looked completely confused.

Impossible, usually you can comprehend every time; how come this time...

Han You was speechless and said: "Those techniques of Xu Chen are probably Emperor-Rank Techniques, not something we can comprehend..."

Chen Shimian, wanting to cry but having no tears, said: "We two researched all night, our eyes are almost blind from looking, but there is no way."

Yang Hao's pupils shrank slightly: "Em, Emperor-Rank Technique?"

He couldn't believe that Xu Chen actually had Emperor-Rank Techniques in his hands. Han You gritted his teeth and said: "Xu Chen has a high expert guiding him behind the scenes." Chen Shimian said bitterly: "Perhaps it is fate; anyway, it is unclear, but this technique must have reached above Emperor Tier."

If not, there would absolutely be no way to complete the alchemy or artifact refining in such a short time." Yang Hao cursed angrily: "Damn! Xu Chen, that damn bastard."

The crowd around was dumbfounded; so, they wasted four hundred and fifty thousand high-grade Spirit Stones for nothing?

Damn! If it were low-grade Spirit Stones, it would be fine, still acceptable; medium-grade Spirit Stones, one could grit their teeth and get through it.

But this is high-grade Spirit Stones, four hundred and fifty thousand! This value is so great, it could buy a Ninth-Grade Pill.

The result was just exchanging it for a Seventh-Grade Pill and a broken Six-Rank Long Sword? This isn't a loss; this is a bloody loss!

Yang You's mouth also twitched: "Two wastes! This matter is not allowed to be spread back to the Holy Land; I, the old man, can't afford to lose this face. Whoever dares to gossip, I will wipe out your whole family."

It was his first time leading a team; not only did he not get the championship, but damn it, he also lost four hundred and fifty thousand Spirit Stones. Although he didn't buy them, his subordinates bought them.

If it spreads back, won't the geniuses of the Holy Land, especially his older brother, mock him crazily?