…If they discovered that even the other Black Grade high level alchemist of Rain Country, the Pavilion Master of Heaven’s Medicine Pavilion, had to respectfully address Ling Han as “Young Master Han”, one wonders what kind of expression these people would have.
“Release me, damn you, you actually dared to step on me, I will definitely not spare you!” Feng Luo was still wailing. His face was still stepped on firmly by Ling Han’s foot, so he couldn’t hear what the others were saying. However, even if he had heard, based on his knowledge, there was no way he would understand the significance of the name ‘Wu Song Lin’.
Everyone’s attitude changed at the same moment. Ling Han was someone that even Wu Song Lin wanted to invite to tea; who would dare to oppose such a person?
Feng Yan indeed had a very bright future ahead of him, but how could he compare with a Black Grade high level alchemist? Wei He Le was even less of a consideration in their minds; the current him wasn’t even Wu Song Lin’s personal disciple yet.
“Apologies for our prior offense. Please bear with us, Younger Brother Disciple Ling. We would definitely visit you to make a formal apology on another day!” Wen Hai Xing and his fellows said as they raised their clasped hands in Ling Han’s direction in apology. In their hearts, they were already gritting their teeth with hatred towards Wei He Le and Feng Luo. If it was not for the two of them, how could they have offended Ling Han?
Ling Han only gave a casual wave of his hand. He had not taken these three young men seriously in the first place.
Wen Hai Xing and his fellows were angered at first, but when they recalled that Ling Han was someone that Wu Song Lin wanted to invite to tea, their anger instantly disappeared—if it was Wu Song Lin who had treated them this way, would they dare to be angry?
Of course not, and that’s the end of it.
On the other hand, Qi Yong Ye and the others all looked extremely satisfied. You guys were so arrogant just now, and now you’re cowering like dogs! They all crossed their arms in front of their chests and raised their heads high, looking very disdainful.
Wen Hai Xing and his friends did not even dare to say anything. They hurriedly turned around and left, not even staying to participate in the auction.
…How would they still have the mood to? Rather, they were all thinking about how to gain Ling Han’s forgiveness in the future.
Wei He Le’s expression changed multiple times, as if he were a chameleon. In the end, he clenched his teeth, walked towards to Ling Han, and said, “Young Master Han, I was ignorant. I hope that you will generously forgive my misdemeanor this one time!”
“Who are you?” Ling Han asked serenely.
Wei He Le instantly felt like he wanted to bite someone, thinking, ‘You didn’t lose anything, and I was the one who received a slap from you. And now I’m actively apologizing, so why are you still unwilling to let the matter drop?’
“Younger Brother Disciple, do you have some kind of misunderstanding with Ling Han?” Li Si Chan’s expression immediately darkened as she watched this happen. She was very clear what kind of position Ling Han held in her Master’s heart. He was someone that her Master would practically respect and revere as a Grandmaster Alchemist.
And you idiot actually dare to come into conflict with Ling Han, that was really seeking your own demise.
“It’s nothing much, really. Just that Brother Ling and Young Master Luo seem to have some kind of misunderstanding between them. I wanted to help them mediate a bit, but who would have thought that both of them were a bit too quick-tempered, which led to a bit of a misunderstanding,” Wei He Le said, playing down the matter.
His cold eyes were fixed on Ling Han, but burning hatred for Ling Han had risen within his heart. However, he had regained his bearings from the earlier shock that he had experienced—he did not believe that Wu Song Lin would invite Ling Han to tea.
Who were you trying to fool?
Who was Wu Song Lin? And who was Ling Han? Even the two of them knowing each other was practically an impossibility, what more drinking tea together.
It must be that Li Si Chan was the one who had been looking for Ling Han, but because she was afraid of letting others know about that, she had pushed all the blame to Wu Song Lin. Why? Because who would dare to confirm this kind of matter with Wu Song Lin? And that’s the answer itself.
He was indeed very respectful and reverent towards Li Si Chan, but because he felt as if he had now gotten hold of her “weakness”, he naturally felt very bold.
“Brother Wei, you’ve spoken too lightly, haven’t you?” Jin Wu Ji said with a cold laugh, “Just now, you had wanted Ling Han to kneel down to lick Feng Luo’s shoes!”
What!” Li Si Chan’s face instantly became as cold as ice, and when she looked at Wei He Le, it was as if she was looking at a dead man.
She would definitely have to report this matter to Wu Song Lin, and based on Wu Song Lin’s respect towards Ling Han, it was a huge question whether Wei He Le would even be allowed to remain at the Alchemy Department, what more to become Wu Song Lin’s personal disciple.
“Elder Sister Disciple Li, you mustn’t just listen to their side of the story!” Wei He Le had already made up his mind to continue his lies, so naturally he would not be making any concessions.
“Ling Han, when are you going to raise your foot?” Feng Luo shouted gloomily, both enraged and embarrassed.
…You guys are really having fun talking, but he was still lying on the ground, and there was still a foot stepping on his face.
Ling Han gave a humph, and added a bit of strength into his foot, causing Feng Luo to suddenly wail in pain. His face was already twisted to an extreme degree. He looked at the spectators, and said with a smile, “Don’t worry, I will not be killing him here.”
When everyone heard these words, they all felt a hair-raising chill. The implication in Ling Han’s words was clear to them—he would still be killing Feng Luo one day.
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Hu Niu’s eyes were staring fixedly at Feng Luo. She had sensed a very strong hatred towards Ling Han from this human, causing her killing intent to rise. She kept staring at Feng Luo’s neck, thinking of taking a bite out of that neck and dealing with that human once and for all.
Ling Han reached out and carried Hu Niu, and said, “He’s too dirty!”
Hu Niu was obviously reluctant, shrinking in Ling Han’s hold. A powerful killing intent was still brimming in her eyes.
“Pa,” Ling Han gave a stomp of his foot, and a sudden, earth-shaking wail was heard from Feng Luo. His whole mouth was filled with blood. He opened his blood and spat out ten plus fragments of teeth. It looked like his entire mouth of teeth had been shattered with this powerful stomp of Ling Han.
The agony caused Feng Luo to tear up and snivel. It was a pain that bore into his heart and went straight into his bones. But because Ling Han had finally raised his foot, he was able to painstakingly get to his feet. As his eyes swept over his surroundings, he felt that all the people here looked detestable to him.
Indeed, they all watched as his whole mouthful of teeth had been shattered by a stomp of Ling Han’s foot and did not even help one bit, damn them! They deserved to die!
However, he was well aware that the current him did not have the ability to oppose the people here, so he could only hatefully cast his eyes over all the people here before abruptly turning around to leave. Naturally, the person he hated the most was Ling Han. He would definitely not let the matter end here.
Wei He Le was also unable to continue staying here, so he quickly followed in Feng Luo’s footsteps and departed.
Qi Yong Ye and the others all frowned. Ling Han’s actions equated creating a blood feud between himself and the Feng brothers. This was not something that could be easily resolved. But actually, the moment Ling Han had stepped on Feng Luo, this feud was already firmly established, and Ling Han was already firmly on the opposing side of the
Feng brothers.
As long as Ling Han continued to stay at the Imperial City, then no matter how overbearing Feng Yan was, he would still not dare to take action against Ling Han.
Ling Han held no fear. In his last life, he had been a powerful warrior of Heaven Tier; though now he needed to start again from the beginning, did he really need to feel dread towards two such minor characters? He would eventually kill the two of them.
“Haha, the auction is about to begin. Let’s go in!” Qi Yong Ye said with a laugh. This time, thanks to Ling Han, they managed to suppress Wen Hai Xing and his companions, so he was extremely happy.
“Let’s head in together!” Li Si Chan suggested.
‘En?’
He Jun Chen, Qi Yong Ye, and the others all revealed expressions of disbelief. Was this really Li Si Chan?
The Twin Pearls of the Imperial City, both stunning and devastatingly beautiful! That’s how Liu Yu Tong and Li Si Chan were known in the Imperial City. Li Si Chan was not like Liu Yu Tong. The latter had the image of an icy beauty, always maintaining a distance from those around her, that none may trespass.
Li Si Chan, on the other hand, was very gentle, but underneath her lay a core made of ice. Though she was polite and well-mannered to everyone, she similarly exuded an aura that discouraged others from getting closer.
And now, she actually invited Ling Han to join her of her own volition. This was an inconceivable scene to Qi Yong Ye and the others. They were all wondering if they had misheard her, or if their eyes had blurred and they had mistook someone else for Li Si Chan.
But He Jun Chen’s expression immediately darkened. From the start, he had disliked Ling Han, and now, it seemed as if the girl that he admired had some kind of unknown relations with Ling Han, causing powerful jealousy to rise within his heart.
“Alright!” Ling Han agreed, without thinking too deeply about it.
The entire group entered the Spiritual Treasures Pavilion. In this Imperial City, Qi Yong Ye’s reputation was obviously not as useful as Li Si Chan’s, for Li Si Chan actually had a private room which she led the others to.
The room could accommodate ten people, so it was not too much of a tight fit for them.
He Jun Chen started to ask about Ling Han’s identity in a roundabout way. Which party did such an awesome person come from? But when he found out that Ling Han actually came from Gray Cloud Town, a town under the jurisdiction of Da Yuan City, he was instantly stunned.
How could that be!
A major, important character like Wu Song Lin actually wanted to invite Ling Han to tea? He could not understand it! He really could not understand it!
Qi Yong Ye and the others, on the other hand, had a slight idea what was going on. Because, back in Da Yuan City, there were already three Black Grade alchemists that gathered around Ling Han. Though Wu Song Lin’s status was far higher than Zhu He Xin and the rest, it was still easier for them to accept such an inconceivable matter.
Meanwhile, Ling Han was indifferent about what the others were thinking. The only thing he was focused on doing now was to see what good things he would be able to see in this auction.
After ten thousand years, it appeared as if a lot of pill formulae had been lost in the passage of time. For example, a treasure like the Dark Moon Grass was actually reduced to being used to concoct the Purple Origin Pill. Then, chances were that there would appear spiritual medicines that were extremely valuable, yet used very wastefully.
Mere moments later, the auction began. Because the auction today was only the small-scale auction that would be held every month, while there were many participants, not many of them could actually pay large sums of money for the items on auction. As a result, the prices of the items on auction all fell into a reasonable range.
Meanwhile, Ling Han was extremely astonished, because some of what he saw as extremely low grade alchemical pills could actually be sold at exorbitant prices.
These people were filthy rich, but very foolish!
He was secretly pondering that it was perhaps time for him to concoct some alchemical pills. Though there were still monetary notes of about hundred plus thousand in his pockets, looking at the generous way the people here were throwing around their money recklessly, a mere hundred plus thousand silver coins really could not buy much.
“I don’t know how many alchemists are present here today, but the upcoming merchandise is truly a valuable medicinal ingredient!” The auctioneer performed with full effort on the stage. He gave a wave of his hand, and a beautiful female attendant walked onto the stage, carrying a tray. There were three herbs on the tray, and if one paid close attention, they were actually glittering like stars.
“Second Star Grass!” Someone immediately called out.
“Second Star Grass is actually on auction. This is indeed a valuable treasure for alchemists, but for martial artists, this Second Star Grass does not have much value.”
The auctioneer cleared his throat, and said, “That’s right. This is indeed the Second Star Grass which can be used to concoct the Refreshing Pill. I believe that most would know of the usefulness of the Refreshing Pill. It can refresh an individual’s state of mind. For a martial artist, this indeed does not have much value, but for an alchemist, its value is beyond measure.”
For a martial artist, when their spirit was exhausted, they would not be able to continue moving their Origin Power and cultivate. Thus, the value of the Refreshing Pill for a martial artist was only extending the time he could cultivate everyday to be a little longer, but who would have so many Refreshing Pills to squander? Even if he had ten, that only meant that he’d be able to cultivate longer for ten days, and what use was that?
But it was a completely different matter for an alchemist.
Controlling flames was something that exhausted one’s mental energy to a great degree, but some alchemical pills needed a very, very long time to be concocted, and if the alchemist’s mental energy ran out midway and he did not have enough spiritual energy left, then what was to be done? It was in such moments that the Refreshing Pill would come into play. It would replenish the spiritual and mental energy of the alchemist, and he’d be able to successfully concoct an alchemical pill that he had initially been unable to concoct.
Thus, Li Si Chan’s eyes immediately lit up. What alchemist dared to say that their spiritual energy was abundant enough to the point that they could concoct every single type of alchemical pill?
Ling Han’s eyes lit up as well. At the same time, he felt an irrepressible urge to swear.
That was Second Star Grass, and it could be used to concoct the Second Star Pill.
And what were the effects of the Second Star Grass? To strengthen one’s mental energy!
One was used to replenish, and the other could be used to strengthen. How could they be the same?
If it was merely replenishing, than it would work only one time. But if it was strengthening, then the effects were permanent. Moreover, even martial artists would scramble madly for the Second Star Pill, and the value of the Second Star Grass could not be compared to the value of the concocted Second Star Pill.
Ling Han was shaking his head mentally. The field of alchemy had degraded too much in this era. Previously, the Dark Moon Grass was used to concoct the Purple Origin Pill, and now, the Second Star Grass was being wasted to concoct the Refreshing Pill. He said to Li Si Chan, “Girl, let me have this Second Star Grass.”
Li Si Chan knew that Ling Han was also an alchemist, so it was not a strange thing that he would want the Second Star Grass too, but she needed it as well. She could not help revealing a troubled expression. She could reject him, but this was a person even her master respected, but if she agreed, then wouldn’t that mean that she would lose such a valuable medicinal ingredient?
Seeing her expression, Ling Han leaned towards her and said in a low voice, “I can sell you a cultivation technique that will allow you to speed up the recovery of your mental energy.”
“Wh
at!?” Li Si Chan forgot their surroundings as she suddenly yelled.
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It was common sense that aside from taking medicine, time was the only way to slowly recover one’s spiritual energy.
And now, Ling Han actually said that he wanted to sell her a cultivation technique that would boost the recovery of spiritual energy. How could she not lose her bearings from such an extreme shock?
“Bastard, what did you do to Si Chan?” He Jun Chen immediately shouted, his whole face filled with thunderous rage. When he saw the expression of utter astonishment on Li Si Chan’s face, he assumed that she had been taken advantage of by Ling Han.
He had a crush on Li Si Chan, and when he had seen the previous intimate interactions between Ling Han and Li Si Chan, he was already extremely displeased. Now, he naturally could no longer restrain his resentment.
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