Martial Master

Qin Chen smiled淡淡: "Little brat? I am a Wang of Medicine, would I trick you? As long as you win, you gain without any loss."

The old man was taken aback, looking Qin Chen over in shock: "You... Wang of Medicine?"

How could such a young boy be a Wang of Medicine? He wouldn’t believe it even if you beat him to death. Although there were many Wangs of Medicine in the Pill City, they were all old, most of them were in their seventies or eighties. The youngest Wang of Medicine was over forty. Qin Chen looked to be in his early twenties at most; how could he possibly be a Wang of Medicine?

Moreover, if Qin Chen were really a Wang of Medicine, he had been in Pill City for quite some time. Such an impressive genius wouldn’t go unnoticed, right?

"You don’t believe it?" Qin Chen smiled and examined the old man closely,淡淡: "Your true essence flows isn’t very smooth; you must have been injured when you broke through, right?"

As soon as Qin Chen spoke, the old man's body suddenly shook, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"You, how did you see that?" The old man was shocked.

"What’s so hard to see?" Qin Chen smiled淡淡: "As a peak 中期武皇 of the eighth stage, your true essence should have long since fused into one, almost flowing endlessly. With your perception and understanding of the Spatial Law, you should easily form a spatial domain, smooth and effortless, like the unity of myriad origins. But when you transmitted your voice, there was a hint of stagnation. Although it’s very subtle, even other Wu Huang experts may not notice it, but it can't escape my eyes."

"You... how did you know I am a 中期武皇 of the eighth stage?"

The old man trembled all over, his eyes wide in shock. He had used a secret method, so ordinary people couldn’t perceive his cultivation. Even those with strong mental senses could only detect that he was at the level of a Wu Huang or the peak of an early stage Wu Huang, yet this boy in his twenties could see at a glance that he was a peak 中期武皇 of the eighth stage!

"Kid, who exactly are you?" The old man finally couldn’t hold back, asking in a serious tone, a faint hostility emanating from him, an invisible pressure instantly enveloping Qin Chen.

What was his purpose in probing into himself?

"Old man, don’t be nervous, relax a bit. I’m not a bad person, and I’m not interested in an old geezer like you. It’s just your strength is barely worth my attention," Qin Chen said with a smile. "So, what do you say, still betting?"

At a glance, the old man was a loose cultivator. Upon arriving at Pill City, Qin Chen could clearly sense that Zhuo Qingfeng wasn’t as powerful in Pill City as he had previously claimed. If he could recruit such a peak 中期武皇 of the eighth stage, it would be an incredible opportunity.

"You think I would fall for your trick?" The old man sneered, his gaze cold.

Initially, he found Qin Chen somewhat amusing, but now, he harbored a hint of hostility.

"Oh? That's really too bad," Qin Chen shook his head. "From the flow of your true essence, it should be an old ailment that has been lingering for some time. Previously, it shouldn’t have been serious; while it affects your cultivation, the impact isn't too great. But now that you're at the peak of the 中期武皇 of the eighth stage, have you noticed that your cultivation can no longer grow? That's why you thought of coming to Pill City to find a solution. Unfortunately, with such a problem, I’m afraid there are few people in the entire Pill City who can solve it, but I just happen to be one of them."

"You can treat my injuries?" The old man was even more shocked, looking at Qin Chen with suspicion, his eyes flickering, unsure of what he was thinking.

Qin Chen smiled淡淡: "Of course, but for now, I can only see this much. How about you circulate a strand of true essence towards me? Let me observe it closely!"

"Oh?" The old man’s eyes flickered, suddenly grinning, "Alright, you be ready!"

With a wave of his hand, a wave of invisible true essence swiftly spread out and instantly rushed into Qin Chen's body.