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Everyone was stunned.

Li Mingxue held his forehead, looking extremely disappointed. If a man couldn't judge the timing, how far could he go in the future?

Bai Han was speechless. He originally wanted to step out and stop this kind of unilateral abuse, but now it wasn't necessary.

Chen Yu's eyes sparkled as he thought back to how Ling Hao had been beaten into a dog.

Young Master Wang held back his laughter and said, "Seeing how confident Brother Ling is, you must be very confident. Then I'll have to ask for some advice."

He pulled away.

"So much nonsense. Hurry up."

"Eat my fist!"

Young Master Wang's eyes were like lightning. He raised his hand and punched forward with the momentum of a tiger. This was the Fierce Tiger Fist he practiced earlier in the morning!

"Full force."

Ling Hao stretched out his arm, easily dodging it, and grabbed Wang Shao's right hand.

With a cold roar, he punched out with his fist, and the wind howled!

"It has no form, no spirit."

Everyone held their breath as their eyes turned round.

Ling Hao's punch actually revealed the charm of a tiger.

Young Master Wang was the first to fall. He fell a few dozen feet back, his eyes were aghast, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Li Mingxue revealed an expression of disbelief. That Young Master Wang was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, why?

A pin drop like this could be heard on the scene. This kind of surprising turn of events was out of everyone's expectations. Only Ling Hao's expression was indifferent. He waved his sleeves and left everyone's line of sight.

"Master, he's at the 3rd level of Qi Condensation!"

When Bai Han heard Wang Shaotian's words, he couldn't help but say, "Impossible. Breaking through realms takes at least 10 days, then 3 days, then 5 days. Even if you want to make a breakthrough, you can't just break through."

"Also, that fierce tiger from earlier had a godly form. It's truly inconceivable!"

While everyone was still in shock, they didn't notice a purple-clothed woman in the pavilion behind them. Her figure was enchanting, and she wore a veil that covered her face. Beside her were two maids around fifteen to sixteen years old.

"Looking at his weak appearance, does Miss really have any talent?" The maid couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph. What do you know? Although the Fierce Tiger Fist is an inferior martial skill, when that young man used it, he was like a fist faction of his generation."

"Order an investigation into his identity."

The purple-clothed woman said indifferently.

The maidservant was slightly stunned. Her young miss had never been this attentive towards anyone before. Was this young man really that outstanding?

However, due to an order, she nodded and said, "Don't worry, Miss. We will find out about it tonight."

In the training field, everyone gradually dispersed, leaving behind one person, Chen Yu and Young Master Wang.

Chen Yu's face was ashen as he smashed the table with his fist.

"Trash! He's only at the 3rd level of Qi Condensation, and yet you can't even defend against him! What's the use of me asking you to follow him?"

"Brother Yu, that guy's strength is not to be underestimated. Just his strength alone might be no less than four thousand Jin."

Chen Yu held his hands behind his back as he walked forward, his eyes filled with doubt, "You mean, he didn't use his full strength?"

Four thousand jin of strength, if he used his full strength, how could Wang Shaotian only spit out blood?

Young Master Wang's eyes first revealed a hint of fear as he said, "His fist was full of power, I …"

"That's enough, show others' determination and extinguish your own prestige!"

What kind of climate could a 3rd level Qi Condensation cultivator have?

Leaving the Spirit Flame Mountain Range, Ling Hao circulated his inner strength and ran towards the center of the Ash Wolf Mountain.

The sound of birds and beasts could be heard as they shuttled through the jungle. It was currently spring, and the flowers, plants, and trees were full of vitality.

Ling Hao stopped in his tracks and looked ahead.

He came to Green Wolf Mountain because of his father's disability, and because he was looking for treasures to use in his alchemy practice. Relying on cultivation all night long, reaching the eighth level of Qi Condensation within a month was a fantasy.

The [Nine Heavens Creation Scripture] encompassed all sorts of elements in the universe, be it refining pills or weapons, or setting up a treasure hunt.

What he needed to do now was to set up a formation to search for treasure. Spiritual herbs that were naturally produced by heaven and earth could not be found by the naked eye unless one cultivated to a certain level.

Only by borrowing the natural power of the formation could it reveal its true form.

Ling Hao sat down cross-legged and adjusted his inner breathing, the air around his body swirling.

He raised his finger in front of his eyes, and two streams of light shot out from his finger.

"Go!"

All of a sudden, the spiderweb-like airflow rose up, as if it were about to grow larger.

In the blink of an eye, it landed on the ground in the air above the forest. The network of air currents shot out bursts of splendor.

Ling Hao laughed: "With this path of treasure hunting, who in the world can stand on equal footing with me."

He looked at the originally dull flowers and plants. Some of them were shining.

"Blood Soul Grass, Lingzhi, True Essence Flower."

"These elixirs are sufficient to sustain my current cultivation level."

Ling Hao sighed in admiration and began to pick the herbs. He picked up the Cosmic Bag that all of his clansmen could have and placed all the herbs he had into it.

He wasn't that strong, and the space he gave out was pitifully small.

If he continued to pluck, there would be no room for him in the cave.

If the outside world were to know that the elixirs were packed to the brim, they would definitely be jealous to death.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

Ling Hao only felt waves of coldness coming from behind him as a stream of bloody air assaulted his nose.

Crap!

The stench of blood gradually intensified, and there was even a faint hissing sound. It was not an extreme pain, and it was difficult to make such a sound.

Ling Hao quickly turned around and saw a young man holding a long sword in his hand.

On the ground was a severed snake's body. The huge black snake that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl was separated by its head and tail.

With Ling Hao's gaze, he naturally noticed that this guy had already reached the Exquisite Realm. With his cultivation level at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, it was no wonder that he did not sense the danger behind him.

Having thought through all of this, Ling Hao looked at the young man and carefully sized him up.

It was impossible to see through his cultivation.

Since his previous life, Ling Hao had never owed anyone a favor, and it was always someone else who owed him. He never thought that he would be saved today.

"We're all from the same clan, why are you here when you're a student of the Ling Yan Clan and have yet to enter the academy?"

The youth took out a handkerchief from his chest and carefully wiped his sword, revealing a silver luster.

He was extremely casual and his movements were extremely slow, but his words never stopped.

Ling Hao said, "I came here to play. It was really dangerous!"

"May I ask for your name, brother?"

"Yang Yue."

Yang Yue said, took out a jug of wine and drank a few mouthfuls.

"My name is Ling Hao, thank you brother for your help."

Ling Hao was indeed quite touched. If it wasn't for this strike, even if he himself managed to react, he wouldn't have been this bastard's match. The disparity was too great.

The two chatted for a while, and it was quite an opportune conversation.

Ling Hao's stomach rumbled in hunger. He hadn't even reached the True Sun realm, so he still had to eat every day.

After setting up the bonfire, the two of them sat cross-legged under the ancient tree …

"Brother Ling, this black snake is definitely not edible. Wait here, let me hunt a few prey."

Ling Hao laughed helplessly. This brother's personality was swift and decisive, leaving as he pleased.

He activated his Qing Gong, and within a few breaths time, he was already far away.

After a while, Yang Yue walked briskly while carrying his two prey.

After another round of work, Ling Hao finally knew what Yang Yue was doing here: the softness and smoothness of the rabbit meat, the richness of the liquor.

It turned out that he had been wandering around the mountain for several days already. He had gone through great pains to gather the Blood Soul Grass.

Ling Hao lightly smiled, thought of the bundle of Lingzhi herbs in his heaven and earth pouch, and casually took out a bundle, throwing it to Yang Yue.

Yang Yue wiped off the grease from his wine mouth, then threw the wine to the side. His eyes widened as he picked up the bundle of herbs.

"Heavens, what did you do?"

"Spirit Sesame Grass, this is a thousand years old! My grandfather also has one, but it was used a long time ago. "

"Supreme Blood Soul Grass, a miraculous medicine for healing injuries. It has been a long time since Green Wolf Mountain has appeared."

Yang Yue's handsome face revealed a look of ecstasy. If it wasn't for the saliva at the corner of his mouth, others would definitely think that he was a heroic youth.

Ling Hao smiled faintly: "It's all yours."

It had only been a few hours since he'd gotten to know him, but Ling Hao could already sense the other party's personality. Although this person couldn't be called simple and honest, he was still a person of character.

"No no, I can't take so much Spirit Sesame Grass and Blood Soul Grass." Yang Yue's gaze was resolute. With his experience, how could he not tell that these things were priceless? He could only say that they were too valuable.

After rejecting him a few times, Ling Hao helplessly shook his head. This fellow was really courting death. There were as many trash as he wanted, but in the eyes of the other party, they were already treasures.

"Alright, then take this stalk of Blood Soul Grass."

Yang Yue said solemnly, "This stalk of Blood Soul Grass can save my grandfather's life. I, Yang Yue, will never forget Brother Ling's great kindness."

For the sake of this stalk of Blood Soul Grass, Liu Ming had been scratching his head for several days. It could be said that he had been scratching his scalp but was unable to find it.

He didn't expect to be able to obtain it so effortlessly, even though he had no place to look for it.

After eating their fill, the two walked down the mountain side by side.

The locations were all the same place, Spirit Flame Race. Ling Hao guessed that from this youth's clothes and the luxurious clothes he wore, he could see that he was a young genius of the Spirit Flame race.

How could a stalk of spirit medicine ever be able to offset the favor of saving his life?

He would find an opportunity in the future and give him some good fortune.

When Ling Hao returned to his living quarters, he discovered that his father had already gone to sleep. He went out again to the pill refining room. He needed to refine a White Bone Pill and he needed a furnace.

Under the night sky, the guards of the Spirit Flame Race had lined up and were patrolling the area. This huge square seemed to be empty and quiet.

On the west side of the square, there was a house. This house was reserved for the Spirit Flame pill refiners to concoct pills.

To become an apothecary, one not only had to possess profound martial arts, but also superior aptitude and Pill Fire.

The Pill Fire was destined to be ordinary and outstanding at birth.

Ling Hao looked at the two guards in front of the door and said with a smile: "I want to see Elder Huang."

Elder Huang was a Tier 4 apothecary. From Tier 1 to Tier 9, the number of apothecaries in the hall had increased. However, there were countless of them who were unable to advance to the next tier.

The two guards sneered. "Where did this yellow-haired youth come from? If you want to see him, then go ahead."

"Leave quickly, or else don't blame us brothers for being heartless!" They had seen this type of person too many times and all they wanted was to get what they wanted. Who didn't know how respected the Spirit Flame race's sole alchemist, Elder Huang, was?