Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 194: Hidden Currents, Alchemists’ Terror, Beating Th

Unfortunately, no matter what he thought, as a son, he didn’t dare to contradict his father’s reprimand.

Moreover, he wasn’t the only child; in a large family, there were several factions like the second house, third house, and fourth house, all watching with eager eyes!

Always ready to take his place and gain the father’s favor.

The reason he had the chance to follow along was because he had always been favored before.

Therefore, in the face of such reproach, he could only comply ekly.

On the other side, seeing this scene, the alchemist could not help but show a trace of disappointnt in his eyes. He knew his son’s true nature very well.

Whether he listened or not, he could tell just as well.

Moreover, as a Grandmaster, his observational skills were akin to seeing through everything, especially at such a close range.

In that mont, a new thought arose in the alchemist’s mind.

Based on his personality alone, he was already unsuitable to lead the family forward; it was ti to cultivate soone else.

As it stands, he would find an opportunity to send him off to a small city.

Firstly, out of sight, out of mind; secondly, it also gave him a way out.

After all, with such conduct, there was no telling when he might bring disaster to the family.

At this very mont, the alchemist recalled the scene where Lin Ping’an casually gripped the neck of another Eighth Grade Grandmaster Alchemist, and fear and dread could not help but swell in his heart.

Terrifying!

Truly terrifying!

Fourth Grade Cultivation?

Heh!

A Fourth Grade Martial Artist who could single-handedly clutch an Eighth Grade Grandmaster as if he were an ant struggling futilely?

It’s simply laughable!

Thinking of this, the alchemist couldn’t help but send his son flying again with a spinning slap.

"You unworthy son, almost bringing disaster to the family! Reflect on your mistakes in solitude and watch your words and actions!"

A few monts later.

The son who crashed through another wall staggered out of the rubble, his face dazed and bewildered, his eyes questioning life itself.

After a long while, he finally murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"What’s... what’s with the old man today? Did he take the wrong dicine? Why... why hit again?"

...

At the sa ti.

Similar scenes were unfolding in other alchemist families.

For a ti, countless insolent youngsters who had no sense of propriety found themselves beaten by their fathers or grandfathers.

These ignorant people didn’t know how formidable Lin Ping’an was, but those alchemist elders who had witnessed that famous scene certainly did!

What first prodigy of Great Xia, what youngest and most talented, what a re eighteen and already at the peak of Fourth Grade...

It’s all nonsense.

In truth, the reality was that an old monster of unknown age had hidden his identity, pretending to be a young man, playing the fool while devouring the tiger.

Moreover, whether he was even part of the Human Race was still unknown.

The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races had only been open for a few hundred years, who knew what was hidden within.

Following this, those alchemists who had once been blacklisted unanimously chose to lower their stance, continuing to curry favor.

No one had the thought of using threats or inducents; that would just be asking for death.

Such actions are natural against weaker opponents, but against soone stronger, it is akin to courting one’s demise.

With their lives in the hands of others, provoking them was no different from living recklessly.

Although the Great Xia decrees had various restrictions against the strong bullying the weak, where there are rules, there are loopholes.

In essence, the underlying rule of the High Martial World remained survival of the fittest, with strength revered.

Even the rules were rely the benevolence and charity of the strong to the weak, all based on the moral standards and principles of the strong.

In the current situation, the only correct choice was to submit, to plead for rcy...

Otherwise, any other choice was like dancing on a knife’s edge, not knowing when one might be pierced and end up as a corpse.

...

At the sa ti, besides those alchemist families who had offended Lin Ping’an desperately seeking to appease and win him over.

Other forces were also frantically starting to take action.

An eighteen-year-old newly risen Civilization Master who invented an Earth Level Technique, a status comparable to a Grandmaster, yet with only a Fourth Grade Cultivation.

What is that called?

A rare commodity!

If not drawn in now, then when?

Whether it’s investnt or goodwill, miss this chance, and there won’t be another opportunity.

Once he made up for his shortcomings, even offering gifts to establish connections would be impossible.

It was for these reasons.

In the following period, gift-bearers from various forces in the cities began to flock towards Great Xia Academy.

Of course, while there were factions seeking friendly relations, there were naturally those with ulterior motives.

Lin Ping’an, a Civilization Master who created an Earth Level Technique but only had Fourth Grade Cultivation.

In so sense, it was akin to a child holding gold, swaggering down the street, attracting attention.

At least hundreds of billions, over a trillion rit Points; although generally non-transferable on a large scale, loopholes always exist.

Overall, human strongn were resisting the Ten Thousand Races to prevent mass exotic beast invasions causing casualties.

However, with the passage of ti and environntal changes, human hearts had already shifted.

Behind the light, there was also much darkness.

Previously, the Evil Cult and Evil Martial Artists had always taken the bla, but now they were gradually being exposed.

In a secret room within a large mansion of a certain city, a secret discussion was ongoing.

"Fourth Grade? At most a match for Fifth Grade! Over a trillion rit Points! Several tis more than what our entire family has accumulated in a century."

"A once-in-a-lifeti opportunity; if seized, it could at least increase our family’s power tenfold."

"Hmph! So what if it harms the Human Race? Our family is also part of the Human Race! Let him contribute to our growth!"

"..."

At the sa mont, in different places, similar undercurrents were surging.

When profits exceed tenfold, it is enough to make one overco the fear of death.

Moreover, Lin Ping’an has yet to publicly display any corresponding deterrent power, making such situations quite understandable.

At the Great Xia Martial Arts Association Headquarters, President Zhang Zheng sipped his tea as he gazed thoughtfully into the distance.

He was acutely aware of certain hidden undercurrents, like a mirror reflecting the truth.

As one of the Three Giants of Great Xia, he had control over dostic affairs.

He had tolerated certain parasites for the greater good in the past.

Now that the Human Race as a whole was on an upward trend, those parasites were dispensable, and it was ti to abandon and eliminate them.

Of course, if possible, he hoped to extract the last bit of value from those parasites before they died for the Human Race.

However, plans can’t keep up with changes, and the various impacts brought about by Lin Ping’an made President Zhang reassess the original plans.

Moreover, his lack of interference was also an opportunity to test the old monster disguised as Lin Ping’an.

First, to test the limits.

Second, to use this as an opportunity to eliminate these human parasites.

As for pleading on their behalf, that was impossible; the mont they showed unrest, Zhang Zheng had already sentenced them to death in his mind.

Even if Lin Ping’an did not take action to eliminate those parasites, he would seize the opportunity to act, using their demise to strengthen his relationship with Lin Ping’an.