Chapter 57: Even the Dou God Would Kneel!

On the square, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, staring at Chen Mo on the field. After a while, he turned his head slightly and asked the minister behind him, "Is that Chen Mo?"

"Your Majesty, that is indeed Chen Mo," a minister replied.

"Not bad," the middle-aged man praised.

In the VIP seats below, as Chen Mo's fame continued to grow, the gap between him and others widened further. If Mo Li had harbored hatred for Chen Mo before, he had now transferred that hatred, planning to use Liu Ling to exact revenge on Chen Mo.

First, he would destroy Nalan Yanran.

"How about it? Are you confident about tomorrow night's friendly match?" Mu Chen gently tapped the backrest with his fingers, slightly turning to speak to Mu Zhan behind him.

"The Dou Grand Master and Dou Master are a watershed. Even if he can fight above his level, it's all in vain if he doesn't reach the Dou Grand Master," Mu Zhan said with full fighting spirit.

Mu Chen raised an eyebrow, "Have you broken through to the Dou Master?"

"I managed to break through last night."

"I hope so. Don't underestimate him; that kid has many tricks up his sleeve," Mu Chen said. "Remember, no matter the outcome, do not hold a grudge against Chen Mo."

"Why would I hold a grudge against him? As long as he doesn't get close to Ya Fei, we might even become brothers," Mu Zhan said with a smirk.

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"No matter how talented he is, he's still just a Dou Master. Maybe I won't even need to step in; Wu Hao could defeat him."

"Don't be careless. I've heard he has many methods. Don't take this lightly. This friendly match isn't just about winning or losing; it's also about the reputation of Jia Nan Academy."

"If that's the case, why not call Liu Qing? That would be foolproof."

"Liu Qing is a senior student in the Inner Sanctum, and there's a significant age difference. Having him compete would make it seem like our academy is bullying the younger ones."

In the third round, Chen Mo was eliminated, causing a wave of sighs among the crowd.

"After all, his time of learning has been too short. If he had another year, he would likely be the strongest contender for the championship this time," Jia Lao said, perhaps to himself or to Yao Ye behind him.

"I understand, Great Grandfather," Yao Ye said.

With Chen Mo's elimination, fewer than ten people successfully advanced, including the Little Princess Yao Yue and Liu Ling.

As an eliminated contestant, Chen Mo left the stage early, not wasting time watching the others perform.

Returning to the VIP seats, Chen Mo clasped his fists towards the important figures on the field and then sat down between two people.

"I failed," Chen Mo said indifferently.

"Becoming a third-grade Alchemist in such a short time is already quite impressive," Yun Yun said.

"Young man, you're still young. By the next Alchemist Convention, the championship will undoubtedly be yours," Fa Ma said with a smile, hearing the slight dejection in Chen Mo's tone.

The Alchemist Convention is held every eight years. If Chen Mo can refine third-grade Elixirs in three months, what level would he reach in eight years?

Fa Ma dared not imagine.

With both alchemy and cultivation talents that could be called monstrous, his rise was inevitable.

Many eyes were fixed on Chen Mo, many of them filled with admiration.

Nalan Yanran looked at the young man beside her, who had fully blossomed into brilliance, feeling a hint of unease in her heart.

His future was destined not to be bound by just one woman.

Time slowly passed, and as the clamor in the square grew louder.

In the final round, only Liu Ling, Yao Yue, and a young man from the Heavenly Snake Empire successfully completed their elixirs.

Fa Ma personally inspected the quality of the three elixirs.

In the end, Princess Yao Yue's elixir surpassed the others in purity, earning her the championship of the Alchemist Convention.

Upon hearing that Yao Yue had won the championship, countless spectators became excited and exhilarated.

The grand spectacle of the Alchemist Convention was created with the participation of the royal family, the Apothecary Guild, and the citizens of the capital. Hearing that a contestant from their own country, and even a princess, had won the championship, filled their faces with a sense of pride.

The middle-aged man on the dragon throne stood up with an excited, flushed face, his arms raising and lowering as he silently immersed himself in the cheers of his subjects.

As the convention concluded, the spectators and participants gradually left the venue.

At this moment, Chen Mo noticed that Yao Ye personally stopped the contestants who had performed well at the Alchemist Convention, handing them royal invitations.

She invited them to attend the gathering the following evening and to watch the friendly matches held during the event.

Not only the royal family, but Chen Mo also saw a elder from the Yunlan Sect handing out the sect's name cards.

This was a recruitment tactic. As long as they accepted the invitations, the royal family or the Yunlan Sect would express their intent to recruit them, and upon agreement, they would be exceptionally admitted.

"However, in the royal family's territory, isn't the elder openly recruiting people like this going against the royal family?"

Chen Mo looked at Yun Yun, only to find that she was unaware of this.

Was this going to cause trouble?

Chen Mo couldn't help but shift his gaze to the square above, only to find that the middle-aged man who had been sitting on the dragon throne had disappeared.

"Let's go, little one, come with me to collect your Alchemist Robe," Fa Ma approached at this moment.

The Apothecary Guild had always remained neutral, not participating in factional disputes.

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"Mm," Chen Mo nodded.

As the group left, Chen Mo encountered a few people from the Jia Ma Academy.

Their gazes met, and a strong sense of fighting spirit arose.

But this was merely their wishful thinking; Chen Mo's gaze remained calm.

Not a single word was exchanged during the encounter, and their eyes met only briefly.

After collecting his Alchemist Robe, Chen Mo settled down at the Nalan residence.

In his room, Chen Mo sat cross-legged.

Currently, he had several Dou Skills in his possession.

The Extreme Flame Skill and the Thousand Thunder Incantation had both been mastered to perfection.

The Body Like a Swimming Dragon had also been cultivated to its final layer, Flying Dragon Riding the Clouds.

"After tomorrow's friendly matches, it's time to acquire an Earth Rank Dou Skill to cultivate."

With this thought in mind, Chen Mo opened the system panel.

Name: Chen Mo

Race: Human

Cultivation: Eight-Star Dou Master (Indeed, he had broken through another star on the way to the capital.)

Luck Points: 9300

Dou Skills: Nethergod Spear, Devil's Wings, Extreme Flame Skill, Body Like a Swimming Dragon, Thousand Thunder Incantation.

Items: Aura Concealment Technique.

Functions: Treasure Chest Lottery, Plunder, Mall.

Faction: Lofty Cloud Pavilion.

Dharmakaya: Hell Stupa.

Chen Mo opened the faction panel.

He discovered that the northeastern border of the Jia Ma Empire was already covered by a red dot the size of a fingernail.

Although it appeared small on the map, it encompassed several cities.

There was also a red dot the size of a pinprick in the Black-Corner Region.

Chen Mo then looked at the Yunlan Sect.

It was already half-covered.

The Yunlan Sect's square was included within this half.

Chen Mo's gaze was icy cold.

"Xiao Yan, oh Xiao Yan, you'd better not show up for our three-year agreement. If you dare to appear before me, even if a Dou God comes, you'll still have to kneel!"