Wasn’t that the country bumpkin? Hadn’t he come to join in their dinner on Jin Wuji’s invitation? Why was it that even a noble alchemist like Grandmaster Yuanchu had to address him so respectfully as Young Master Han? What was going on here?
Wu Qian Feng was also shocked. He was very well aware what the identity of a Black Grade middle level alchemist implied, but even a person of such noble stature was behaving so reverently in front of Ling Han. This was practically unbelievable.
Even if the head of the Wu Clan himself was here, there was absolutely no way that Yuanchu would behave so submissively.
Alchemists were a group of very proud people. If you wanted them to lower their heads to you, the only way to accomplish that would be to surpass them in terms of alchemy. But the problem here was, how old was Ling Han exactly? How could anyone believe that he was above Yuanchu in terms of alchemy skill?
In that instant, the surroundings turned completely quiet. No one spoke a single word.
“Really, what kind of people are you getting yourself involved with?” Ling Han frowned, looking very displeased.
Wu Qian Feng wanted to fly into a rage at that moment. This was practically insulting them in a roundabout manner. If Ling Han was the Grand Elder of one of the Great Clans, he would not react. But a mere wet-behind-the-ears brat like Ling Han actually dared to mock him right in front of his face. How could he endure such humiliation?
“Yes, yes, yes. It is all Yuanchu’s fault for not seeing clearly enough. Please forgive my error, Young Master Han.” Who would have thought that Yuanchu would actually incessantly admit the error of his ways, his demeanor more and more humble, as if he was Ling Han’s alchemy apprentice.
Wu Qian Feng forcibly swallowed the words that were right on the tip of his tongue.
Was Yuanchu an idiot? Of course not. Did Yuanchu have a high status? Of course.
But even Yuanchu had to behave so cautiously and reverently, so how terrifying would Ling Han’s real identity be?
Wu Qian Feng was not a rash man. He immediately reconsidered the situation here.
“Forget it!” Ling Han waved his hand, and beamed brightly at Wu Qian Feng as he said, “I was the one who thrashed the members of your Wu Clan, so what do you want to do now?”
What to do? Naturally to kill him in public as a warning to others.
These were Wu Qian Feng’s initial thoughts. But how could he dare to have such intentions now? Because Yuanchu was already looking at him in a very unfriendly manner. Obviously, if he dared to say one word about the matter, Yuanchu would really become hostile immediately.
He gave an internal sigh, and knew that he had lost the battle before it had even started.
There was nothing he could do. Who asked him to have a request to make of Yuanchu? Moreover, even if he had nothing to ask of Yuanchu, his clan would definitely not dare to offend a Black Grade middle level alchemist either.
“Hehe, Young Master Han must be joking. These few guys must have offended Young Master Han. Even if Young Master Han did not make a move, I would have taught them a lesson too,” Wu Qian Feng laughed. He looked very natural and his demeanor didn’t betray the slightest sign of his previous thoughts.
What an old fox.
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The members of the Jiang Clan felt like they were about to pass out from the absolute shock. First, it was Grandmaster Yuanchu who put on a boot-licking display in front of Ling Han, and now, Wu Qian Feng looked completely supportive of Ling Han’s actions. They really felt that their world view had completely been shattered to pieces.
But they were not idiots. For example, Eldest Aunt and Youngest Aunt had already been shocked sober from their drunken state. Now, their whole bodies were shivering as they recalled how they showed much disdain and disrespect to Ling Han. Who knows if he would be calling them to account for it.
They were also filled with overwhelming regret. If they had known that Ling Han was actually such an awesome character, wouldn’t it have been great if they had flattered him endlessly just now? Looking at the boot-licking display that Grandmaster Yuanchu was showing now, he would agree even if he was commanded to address them as father, what more concocting a mere few furnaces’ worth of alchemical pills.
Who had asked them to act so snobbishly earlier?
Meanwhile, Yuanchu asked angrily, “Young Master Han, what did they do?”
“Oh, this guy called himself my father.” Ling Han pointed at the green-robed man.
“Pu,” Wu Qian Feng almost leaped up in indignation. Martial artists were typically rough and coarse in their ways. It was very common for them to say things like “Grandson”, or “I, your father”. You actually gave them such a severe thrashing just because of something like that? Wasn’t that a bit of an overreaction?
Yet Yuanchu’s expression changed drastically, as he said, “How dare you actually call yourself Young Master Han’s father! You deserve to die!”
Who was Ling Han? He was a real Grandmaster Alchemist, and very soon, he would be able to possess the badge of a Black Grade high level alchemist! Moreover, those who had observed Ling Han’s alchemy skills yesterday would know that Ling Han was able to concoct alchemical pills close to Earth Grade. That meant that Ling Han actually already had one foot in the ranks of Earth Grade alchemists.
He was such a high-ranking, noble person. Who would be able to call himself Ling Han’s father?
Oh, if you’ve become the father of an Earth Grade alchemist, then wouldn’t that mean Black Grade alchemists like them would have become your grandsons, great-grandsons, or great-great-grandsons?
Yuanchu and the other alchemists had already long been subdued by Ling Han’s impressive alchemy skills, and took him to be half their master. How could a disciple not be furious when their master was being insulted?
He focused his gaze on the green-robed man and his two companions, and asked coldly, “How do you want to die?”
Damn. Just calling yourself someone’s father and it was a death sentence? Then how many people would need to die everyday in Rain Country?
The faces of the green-robed man and his two companions were completely dark. They were the real victims here, and they were so harshly thrashed that they had lost all their teeth. And now, they were actually being asked how they wanted to die? They really felt extremely wronged.
This time, even Wu Qian Feng could no longer overlook the matter, and asked, “Grandmaster Yuanchu, isn’t this going a bit too far?”
“Too far?” Yuanchu smiled coldly, “Then let us go and see Grandmaster Fu Yuan Sheng, and see what Grandmaster Fu would say! However, I can guarantee that if Grandmaster Fu personally makes a move, then that would require a personal apology from the Clan Head of the Wu Clan.”
When he had finished saying these words, a dead silence had fallen over the entire side courtyard.
For the Clan Head of the Wu Clan to make a personal apology… what kind of unbelievable concept was that? Even if this brat was Fu Yuan Sheng’s own son, he would not dote on him to this extent. It was practically as if Fu Yuan Sheng was worshipping him like a son worshipped his father.
Wu Qian Feng wiped off the layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and said, “Grandmaster Yuanchu, are you joking with me?” No matter how he looked at it, such a brat like Ling Han could not possibly be so capable.
“You can gamble,” Yuanchu said coldly.
Wu Qian Feng could not help but hesitate. If Yuanchu was not exaggerating, then if matters advanced to the point that Fu Yuan Sheng would make a move, that would really be a very horrible thing. The question here was, could Yuanchu’s words be believed?
It was not likely that a Black Grade alchemist would lie, but the words he had said were really too overwhelming. Wu Qian Feng really found it a very difficult thing to believe.
He could not help but be stuck in a dilemma.
“Forget it. Just have them apologize, and this matter
is over.” Ling Han gave a wave of his hand in dismissal.
“Young Master Han is indeed magnanimous!” Yuanchu quickly flattered.
This was being magnanimous? He thrashed them and still wanted them to apologize. How could someone be as overbearing as that?
Wu Qian Feng finally sighed. He decided to admit his loss as he had a request to make of Yuanchu. That was the reason why he had invited Yuanchu to dinner here in the first place, but he had never thought that things would turn out this way. Actually, he was really innocent in all of this. It had been those two shrews who had made trouble in the first place, and that was why he had told his clansmen to stand up for Yuanchu. He never thought that he would crash into a hard wall like Ling Han.
“Zi Feng, apologize to Young Master Han!” he said to the green-robed man, forcing down the flames of rage burning in his heart.
The green-robed man felt an indescribable fury fill his whole body. His hands were tightly curled into fists. He really wanted to give Ling Han a thrashing of his own, but when he saw the threatening look Wu Qian Feng was directing at him, he could not help but lower his head, and forced out through gritted teeth, “I was wrong. Please forgive me, Young Master Han.”
Ling Han smiled faintly and calmly accepted the apology. He did not have much of a good impression of the Wu Clan. There was a Wu Bo among their ranks that he was definitely going to kill off one day.
“Grandmaster Yuanchu, about that Clashing Yang Pill…” Wu Qian Feng said to Yuanchu submissively.
“Heng, after such a thing has happened, you still want me to help you concoct the Clashing Yang Pill?” Yuanchu glared, refusing without any slight bit of hesitation.
There was a layer of cold sweat on Wu Qian Feng’s forehead as he said, “Grandmaster Yuanchu, you can’t go back on your word!”
“I don’t want to concoct alchemical pills for your Wu Clan. So what?” Yuanchu said shamelessly.
“You!” Wu Qian Feng pointed a trembling finger at Yuanchu, but could not say anything else. Yuanchu was in Spiritual Ocean Tier like him, and merely due to his status as a Black Grade middle level alchemist, he dared not say any threatening words.
Ling Han’s eyes swept over him, and could not help but feel a slight shock. He asked, “Old Wu, why do you need to concoct the Clashing Yang Pill?”
Old, Old Wu?
Wu Qian Feng almost rushed over to slap him. He was an elite warrior in Spiritual Ocean Tier and was more than old enough to become Ling Han’s grandfather. Yet Ling Han actually addressed him as Old Wu; how could he tolerate such humiliation?
However, in Ling Han’s eyes, for a martial artist of merely Spiritual Ocean Tier and an old man in his sixties, he had given him enough face by not calling him Little Wu.
“Young Master Han, one of his legs is suspected to have been bitten by an extremely poisonous snake. Thus, he needs the Clashing Yang Pill to heal his poison,” Yuanchu immediately explained.
Ling Han looked over and saw that Wu Qian Feng’s left leg was obviously much thicker than his right leg. He was very curious, and said, “Pull up your pant leg and show me.”
Wu Qian Feng immediately looked displeased. Are you commanding me?
Meanwhile, Yuanchu said calmly, “Young Master Han’s alchemy skills is above even mine. It would be extremely tough for me to concoct this Clashing Yang Pill, but for Young Master Han… it would be a piece of cake!”
“Young Master Han, please take a look!” Wu Qian Feng did not say another word and immediately pulled up his pant leg.
The speed at which he changed his attitude was enough to make everyone dumbstruck. They also felt like they were going to faint. So an elite of Spiritual Ocean Tier and a member of one of the Eight Great Clans could act so shamelessly too.
A very strange smell wafted out. It smelt a bit like iron, and upon a closer look, Wu Qian Feng’s left leg was not only very swollen, it was also as black as ink. From the looks of it, it definitely looked like he had been poisoned by some strange venom.
Ling Han pressed lightly with a finger on Wu Qian Feng’s thigh, and asked, “Do you still remember how you were bitten?”
“I was exploring an ancient tomb when I found something black. Just when I was about to pick it up to take a closer look, it suddenly shot forwards and bit my leg. After that, it completely vanished,” Wu Qian Feng answered.
Ling Han smiled, and said, “I can help you solve your problem.”
“R-really?” Wu Qian Feng was instantly excited.
“Since Young Master Han has said so, how could it be that he would lie to you!” Yuanchu immediately humphed in displeasure.
“Hehe, I was just excited. Please bear with me, Young Master Han!” Wu Qian Feng said with a smile full of flattery. There was not a single hint of his earlier pride in his current demeanor.
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Ling Han did not take it to heart. There was a flash of delight in his eyes that no one else noticed.
It was not a snake that had bitten Wu Qian Feng, but a treasure.
Of course, he could not confirm it yet. However, he was quite sure that it was the case.
“Come, change your position and lay your leg down flat,” Ling Han instructed.
Wu Qian Feng quickly sat down and laid his leg down on another chair. He then looked at Ling Han anxiously.
There was no way that a great alchemist like Yuanchu would make empty boasts. Thus, when he said that Ling Han’s alchemy skills were even above his, then that had to be the truth—even if that was a very astonishing fact that he really couldn’t believe.
Everyone else now had become minor characters as they all directed their stares at Ling Han, an unbelievably young man with unbelievable skills.
Ling Han did not feel uncomfortable at all. In his last life, he was already long used to becoming the focus of everyone’s attention. What he wanted now was to confirm the idea he had in his mind. He stretched out a hand and tapped repeatedly on Wu Qian Feng’s leg. After every few taps, he would stop and observe for a moment.
After a moment, a confident smile came over his face as he said, “Old Wu, I’m going to start the treatment now. However, it will be very painful!”
“Please don’t worry, Young Master Han. I am a practitioner of martial arts, so what hardships have I not experienced before? Please do as you like, Young Master Han. I can- ah!” Wu Qian Feng was just getting impassioned talking about his pain tolerance when all of a sudden, he let out an agonized yell.
A powerful crimson flame suddenly appeared on Ling Han’s palm that transformed into a sharp point that was currently burning Wu Qian Feng’s skin.
Yuanchu was watching from the side, and sighed ruefully, “Young Master Han is indeed extremely fortunate to be able to fuse with a Strange Fire. I am about to die from envy!” In front of Ling Han, there was naturally no need for him to act all high and mighty.
Strange Fire!
When the others heard this, the majority of them were confused. Only Wu Qian Feng looked astonished. He naturally knew what Strange Fire was. This thing was extremely rare, and by itself, it possessed great power. But to actually refine it?
Sorry, even the current Rain Emperor may not be able to accomplish such an extraordinary feat. Perhaps only that mysterious old monster from the Qi Clan would be able to subdue a Strange Fire.
Ling Han was only in Element Gathering Tier. How had he managed such a feat?
Wu Qian Feng definitely did not believe that Ling Han had managed to fuse with a Strange Fire all on his own ability. Then it was very simple. It must have been the master behind Ling Han or his clan that had helped him to fuse with a Strange Fire. A party that could retrieve a Strange Fire and allow one of their juniors to fuse with it… How abominably generous was that?
As his thoughts turned in this direction, Wu Qian Feng could not help but feel gratitude towards Yuanchu. The matter just now had become too serious. Putting aside the problem of his treatmen
t, merely Ling Han’s terrifying background was not something that the Wu Clan would be able to stand against.
“Ah!” His thoughts flashed through his mind, and he once again released a horrible scream. Just now, he had been distracted and had managed to momentarily forget the agonizing pain. But now, the pain made a comeback, driving him practically crazy enough that he wanted to beat someone up.
“Hiss!”
The people surrounding them all revealed expressions of utter shock, because they actually saw one vein after another all reveal themselves on Wu Qian Feng’s leg. Upon a closer look, these veins were actually continuously twisting around as if they were a group of very slender snakes.
Ling Han gave a humph. His fingers continuously touched, pressed and pushed. With the burning of the flames, these slender snakes kept retreating and finally converged around the ankle.
Wu Qian Feng’s thigh was visibly regaining the color of normal skin at a detectable speed. As the black color continuously moved downwards, it became darker and darker, as if it was about to turn solid and gush out of his leg.
It was really very strange.
However, Wu Qian Feng looked elated at this. Even if he was an idiot, he could tell that Ling Han did have his ways, and was slowly forcing the “poison” in his body to accumulate in his foot.
But it was… really painful! Very painful! Extremely painful!
As a Spiritual Ocean Tier elite, Wu Qian Feng still had a very high pain tolerance. By now, he could already force himself not to let out any moans of pain. However, layer after layer of cold sweat appeared on his skin, and both his legs were endlessly quivering.
By this point, all the black color had converged into the sole of his foot.
Ling Han drew his sword, and said, “Old Wu, I have now forced all the ‘poison’ into your left foot. Everything would be all right after I amputate your foot. Is that fine?”
‘Fine your sister! This is one of my feet we’re talking about here!’
Wu Qian Feng mocked internally. However, he had visited many doctors previously, and they had all advised him to amputate his whole left leg to be able to preserve his life. In comparison, merely cutting off his left foot was already a much better bargain.
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