Don’t envy

Qin Yuan gasped, desperately swallowing his saliva.

What Rank of Medicinal Pill was this? Why was it so enticing? Just inhaling a bit of the pill's Qi made one's Divine Soul feel intoxicated.

He looked at Qin Ming with burning eyes, wanting his son to explain.

"Uh… these are some Medicinal Pills I obtained by chance; they are very effective for healing injuries." As he spoke, Qin Ming took out another jade bottle and handed it to Qin Yuan.

Such precious ninth-grade perfect elixirs were usually stored with only one pill per jade bottle.

Because they were so precious, an ordinary Alchemist, even if they could refine a ninth-grade elixir, could only produce one at a time. Therefore, one pill constituted a single portion.

Qin Ming cautioned, "These Medicinal Pills are incredibly precious. You must never let outsiders know. No matter how severe the injury, as long as there is still a breath left, this Medicinal Pill can save a life and restore them to perfect condition."

"Mhm!" Qin Yuan nodded solemnly, placing the jade bottle into his robe and tucking it away carefully.

Those around them were all direct descendants of the Family, loyal and devoted, so there was no fear of the news leaking.

"Son, have you really prepared the resources to build the Secret Realm?" Compared to the Medicinal Pills, Qin Yuan was more concerned about the Secret Realm. Of course, this was because he didn't know the Rank of the pill; if he did, he would realize its value was entirely comparable to a Secret Realm.

He would likely become paranoid, fearing all day that someone might steal the Medicinal Pill in his possession.

Qin Ming smiled and said, "Everyone might have to work hard during this time. Building a Secret Realm requires not only massive resources but also a lot of manpower."

"It's not hard at all." Qin Yuan's grin was so wide it almost split his face. "I'd rather endure more of this kind of hardship. Once the Secret Realm is established and the Qin Family has its support, the Shen Family of Stone City will be nothing at all."

Having received Qin Ming's confirmation, he still felt like he was dreaming. Ever since he learned his son was already a Martial Emperor, he had been paranoid, feeling as if he hadn't woken up yet.

He had always felt his son was mysterious, but he hadn't expected him to be mysterious to such an inconceivable degree.

He felt even more that his decision not to ask about his son's experiences or secrets and to cooperate fully was incredibly correct.

"I also need to remind his mother not to interfere with our son's plans. Don't ask, don't pry, don't investigate—just cooperate fully," Qin Yuan thought to himself.

Qin Ming raised his hand, and the nearby Huayu Sect Disciples instantly gathered around him.

"We will set up camp here. Remember to patrol well."

"Yes, Sect Master." About forty Huayu Sect Disciples cupped their hands in command and immediately dispersed to begin setting up defenses.

These Disciples had been following the Qin Family, responsible for the safety of their group. That was why no one from the Qin Family had been attacked by Demonic Beasts along the way. These Disciples were all experts at the Martial Spirit Rank; protecting the Qin Family was more than easy for them.

"Are they all Disciples of your Sect?" Qin Yuan asked curiously, looking at the group of Huayu Sect Disciples dressed in white.

Qin Ming had already told him that he was the Sect Master of a Sect.

At the time, he thought that since his son was very capable, being the Sect Master of a Sect was no big deal.

Now it seemed this Sect was anything but simple.

Qin Yuan was a Martial Artist himself, yet he couldn't see through any of those Disciples just now. What did that mean?

The strength of these Martial Artists was all greater than his.

Qin Ming nodded and smiled. "Father, there's no need to be envious. I believe that once the Secret Realm is established and the Qin Family receives its support, our strength will increase very rapidly."

A look of anticipation appeared in Qin Yuan's eyes.