Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Hey, you so-called Alchemy Master, if you want to leave, then leave behind what you're holding!" Fang Jueyu noticed Hu Yin, who was planning to slip away.

"Hmph, even if you're an Alchemist, this is the reward promised to me by the Bai Family. What's it got to do with you?" Hu Yin said defiantly. He came this time solely for this Medicine Tripod; otherwise, he wouldn't lower himself to a small family that doesn't even have a Force Transform expert.

"If you had really healed old Bai's injuries, that would be different. But you brewed a pot of crap and still dare to ask for a reward?" This Medicine Tripod was left behind by Fang Jueyu's ancestor, so naturally, it couldn't fall into the hands of such a worthless fellow.

Hu Yin's face turned blue and then purple. If anyone else said what he crafted was garbage, he'd be furious. But compared to someone like Fang Jueyu, who could refine true elixirs, this pot of residue really was no different from crap.

"Hand it over!" Fang Jueyu raised his voice. "Or are you saying you want to have a bout with me?"

"Hmph! Arrogant! To leave something from my hands, you'll have to show you have the skills!" Hu Yin decided to make a run for it rather than engage.

The entire Bai Family didn't have a Force Transform expert; with his Force Transform-level nine strength, he could easily be unbeatable here.

"Trying to run?" Fang Jueyu snorted coldly. He didn't just learn the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms at the Super God Academy.

He channeled his Biological Current, his body suddenly became incredibly light, and he chased after Hu Yin at a speed almost too fast for the naked eye to track.

"Hmph, just a Force Transform expert, after all!" Seeing that Fang Jueyu hadn't caught up, Hu Yin breathed a sigh of relief. An Alchemist was someone he couldn't cross, but could he not avoid them? With this Medicine Tripod, a little research would surely get him to the realm of an Alchemist someday, and then they would be on equal footing.

"Hey, aren't you too slow?" While Hu Yin was daydreaming, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him—Fang Jueyu, who had somehow run ahead of him.

"Move it!" Hu Yin punched forward. With the strength of a ninth-level Force Transform practitioner, he could easily smash a boulder with one punch. For regular Dark Force practitioners, being hit could be fatal.

But Fang Jueyu sidestepped with ease, like a loach slipping past him.

"Hey, where are you aiming? I'm behind you!"

Startled, Hu Yin immediately turned to attack again. But Fang Jueyu's movement was incredibly odd; though Hu Yin could see him, he didn't land a single blow, instead exhausting much of his own Inner Strength.

"What kind of technique is this?"

"Wave-skimming Light Steps, have you never seen it?" This set of steps, taught by Teacher Duan Yu from the Super God Academy, had caused Fang Jueyu considerable trouble to learn.

"Wave-skimming Light Steps? Do you think this is a martial arts novel?" Hu Yin's hands kept moving, but Fang Jueyu continued to neutralize them effortlessly.

"You guessed it right!" Fang Jueyu lightly touched the ground with his toe and suddenly leapt high. "Let me show you the Wind God Leg!"

Like a gust of whirlwind, Fang Jueyu's legs swept towards Hu Yin, leaving no gap.

"Goddamn..." Faced with such an unstoppable attack, Hu Yin swore unintentionally.

After blocking just a dozen kicks, Hu Yin got kicked in the chest by Fang Jueyu and tumbled off a villa roof.
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"Impossible, I'm a ninth-level Force Transform martial artist, how can I not defeat a twenty-year-old young man?" Hu Yin clutched his chest, feeling a powerful Inner Strength running rampant in his body—though less in quantity, it was more than ten times purer than his own.

"Damn! You got my AJs dirty! These are limited edition Travis Scott's, they're expensive!" Fang Jueyu complained while dusting off the dirt from his shoes.

"Is he truly just a Force Transform?" Watching the scene unfold, members of the Bai Family thought of two words—"freak"! At just twenty years old, not only could he easily concoct elixirs, but he also incapacitated a ninth-level Force Transform expert. What kind of person could cultivate such a mind-boggling genius?

Bai Lang, who was just injured by Fang Jueyu, felt fortunate. If Fang Jueyu had used that move on him earlier, it wouldn't just be two broken ribs.

Though both within martial arts worlds, Jin Yong's series like the Legend of the Condor Heroes paled in comparison to the superior martial arts in Fengyun Series. The power of the Wind God Leg surpassed even the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, though using it also taxed Fang Jueyu more.

He casually popped a Qi Replenishing Pill into his mouth and chewed it like a bean.

"Do you still want to fight?" Fang Jueyu asked, as he broke a twig from a nearby flowerbed and twirled it lightly. "Want to see my new skill, Lonely Nine Swords, which I just learned in two hours?"

"You're kidding about two hours!" Hu Yin felt like crying; those casual swings actually left deep Sword Qi marks. Only highly skilled swordsmen could achieve that, and he claimed to have learned it in just two hours?

Gritting his teeth, Hu Yin placed the black tripod on the ground unwillingly and turned to leave.

"Who let you leave?" Fang Jueyu said coldly.

"I gave you the tripod. What more do you want? Don't push me into a corner!" Hu Yin said.

"Push you into a corner? You?" Fang Jueyu replied, "I just wasted a First-grade Elixir, should that loss be charged to you?"

"You!" Hu Yin realized Fang Jueyu was extorting him! But trying to fight Fang Jueyu again was hopeless.

He took out a checkbook, wrote a number, and handed it to Fang Jueyu.

"Is this enough?"

Fang Jueyu glanced at the check, slightly stunned—seven zeroes, ten million dollars! Was his elixir that valuable?

"Oh well, I'll take a hit, you can go." Fang Jueyu pretended to feel he'd suffered a loss even though the cost of materials for the Qi Replenishing Pill was only a few thousand bucks; the key was the alchemy technique.

"Er Gouzi, we'll have sausage again tonight!"

Er Gouzi poked its head out of Fang Jueyu's hoodie. It must have heard the words "sausage."

"Alright, that's that. I should be going too. Could you tell old Bai we'll meet at the park pavilion by the lake in a couple of days?"

"Mr. Fang, wait!" Bai Xun called out.

"What now, Mr. Bai?" Fang Jueyu asked as he turned around.

"This is the payment for Mr. Fang's alchemy work, and we insist you accept it!" Bai Xun handed over a check for one hundred million.

"Do I look like I need the money?" Fang Jueyu laughed. He helped purely out of his friendship with Bai Ruhai.

Bai Xun was momentarily stunned. With Fang Jueyu's assets, he truly didn't lack that hundred million; after all, he once casually donated hundreds of billions of US Dollars.

But Fang Jueyu's earlier extortion of ten million from Hu Yin seemed more like something a poor man would do, which left people puzzled.

"Oh right, take this tripod back!" Fang Jueyu returned the black Medicine Tripod to them. "Our ancestors had some connections, I guess this is fate!"

"Mr. Fang!" This time it was Bai You who stopped him.

"What now, I'm quite busy!" Fang Jueyu said.

"It's nothing, just wondering if it's true you learned alchemy in two days?" Bai You recalled Fang Jueyu mentioning something about joining a crash course in alchemy. If true, it would be a massive opportunity for the Bai Family.

"Of course," Fang Jueyu suddenly thought of something, smiling softly, "Want to learn? I can teach you!"