I'm not a drama god

As it turns out, the strength of the Alchemist Guild leaders in different eras did indeed vary greatly.

A peak eighth-tier guild leader like Tessa is not something every era has. Some guild leaders in certain eras were only seventh-tier, and some were even sixth-tier...

But Brand, this excellent member of the alchemy society, didn't care about the lives of these leaders at all. He would awaken them as soon as he saw the golden statue, and then they would face the fear of an apocalyptic calamity.

During this process, some guild leaders chose to fight to the death, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some thought they could escape by relying on the magic of the alchemy array... But in front of Chen Ling, their methods all seemed extremely ridiculous.

Chen Ling personally slaughtered generation after generation of guild leaders. In the end, even Brand's speed in waking up the guild leaders couldn't keep up with Chen Ling's speed in killing people.

Chen Ling wasn't in a hurry. She slowed down and followed the terrified Brand leisurely, as if she were strolling in her own backyard.

This underground space seems to have reached its end.

A stone wall engraved with alchemical runes stood at the end of the light, and two golden figures were slowly returning to human form as they trembled. Exhausted, Brand stood beside the two golden figures, looking at Chen Ling with terrified eyes, his face deathly pale.

He had nowhere to run and could only place his last hope on the first and second Guild Masters. Legend had it that these two masters founded the Alchemy Guild and helped it gain the emperor's trust during the chaotic times, giving it a head start. The Alchemy Guild's current existence as the Imperial Observatory and its rapid expansion of power were all thanks to them.

The figure, draped in a red and black theatrical robe, slowly stood before the stone wall, patiently waiting for the two golden statues to return to human form, as if they were guests who had come specifically to visit them.

rustling—

Two aged figures descended from the stone wall.

One was a typical Westerner, while the other seemed to be of mixed Eastern and Western descent. However, their bodies were already decaying and rotten, like withered, decaying wood, barely holding on in the dim light.

"I……"

"What have I done..."

The storm of thoughts gradually subsided in Brand's mind, and he finally regained a sliver of clarity. He saw the gruesome corpses strewn haphazardly along the way, and a feeling of utter absurdity washed over him!

He actually let wolves into the house, and even woke up the past presidents one by one, allowing Chen Ling to kill them?!

How is this any different from destroying the Alchemy Guild's centuries-old foundation with one's own hands?

Brand would never have imagined that he would one day do something so foolish and ridiculous. He was supposed to become the next alchemist guild master and the one in charge of the Grand Historian!

He looked at Chen Ling with despair and anger, speechless for a moment. His chest heaved violently, and he felt a breath stuck in his throat. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood...

Then he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The two presidents seemed confused about what had happened, but seeing this scene and the corpses scattered on the ground in the distance, they naturally knew that Chen Ling's visit was ill-intentioned... They exchanged a glance, and simultaneously, in unison, their legs buckled...

thump--

The two elderly people knelt down in front of Chen Ling without hesitation!

"Sir! I don't know how the descendants of our Alchemy Guild offended you, but I believe they deserved to die..."

"Although I don't know how many years have passed, perhaps they have already gone astray..."

"Thank you for cleaning house for the Alchemy Guild!"

This kneeling not only stunned Chen Ling, but also left Li Laide, who followed behind, completely dumbfounded...

Can you do this?

I have no idea how long I've been in seclusion, or how alchemy has developed to this point... Why would I start by thanking my enemy for cleaning up my house?

It was only then that Lee Lai-de truly understood what it meant to be "flexible and adaptable".

This trip has been truly eye-opening.

"Goed astray?" Chen Ling sneered. "What? Were you originally on the right path?"

Both alchemists were taken aback, seemingly not expecting Chen Ling to seize on this point and ask a counter-question... Shouldn't it be that this generation of alchemists offended him, and then the other party came with hatred to uproot them completely?

"Sir...have we met somewhere before?"

Just then, the mixed-race president stared at Chen Ling's face, feeling that she looked somewhat familiar.

The first guild master's heart skipped a beat, a sudden sense of foreboding rising within him... Could this familiar face be someone from before the Great Cataclysm? But if so, would they still look the same? And if that were the case...

Could this person in front of me be related to the rise of the early Alchemy Society?

Li Lai De was also a little puzzled at this moment. These two old men did not seem to be from this era, so why did they seem familiar to them? Could it be that Chen Ling was not from this era either?

"Oh?"

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly. "What... do you recognize me?"

As those scarlet eyes curved into a smile, the mixed-race president suddenly felt a connection to a certain image in his mind. His pupils contracted sharply, and he spoke incredulously:

"It's you...it's you!!!"

Bang bang—!

Two red paper tentacles flew out from behind Chen Ling, suddenly wrapping around the two guild leaders and pressing them firmly against the stone wall.

The immense force caused cracks to spread across the stone wall behind them, and also caused their aged bodies to cough up blood, like candles flickering in the wind, as if a gentle breath would extinguish them completely.

"It seems you still remember me," Chen Ling said slowly.

"I guess... it's because of Hachi-kun, right?"

“Since you carefully selected the Mortal Realm from among all the bases back then, you must have secretly studied these Eight Lords, and naturally you would have known of my existence…”

"Since that's the case... you should know why I've come here."

The mixed-race president's face grew increasingly pale!

The first president, standing to the side, seemed not to know much about the matter. He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with various thoughts, before finally speaking:

"Sir, it seems my junior has gone astray, causing you trouble..."

"I was blind back then to choose him as my successor. Sir, rest assured, you can do whatever you want with him. Such a filthy and despicable fellow..."

Click——! !

Before the first president could finish speaking, Chen Ling didn't even glance at him. She simply raised her hand lightly, and the red paper tentacles wrapped around the other man suddenly tightened, twisting off his head.

The first president's voice abruptly stopped...

He wanted to repeat his old tricks, directly "severing ties" with the second-generation chairman, sacrificing the lives of the second-generation chairman and the younger chairman to extinguish Chen Ling's anger and give himself a chance to live.

But little did anyone know that Chen Ling had no intention of leaving any survivors from the very beginning. The Alchemy Society was founded with the initial goal of using human lives to forge the Philosopher's Stone, and this was also the objective of the first guild master…

Even if Chen Ling knew that such a madman wouldn't live much longer, she would never spare his life.