Favors

"An heir to a small Family?" The old man frowned. "Where would an heir to a small Family get a ninth-grade perfect elixir?"

He thought for a moment, then said with relief, "His identity doesn't matter, as long as he truly is the one who saved me."

Hearing the Old Ancestor say this, Yang Quan felt relieved. "Old Ancestor, I can guarantee this. He is definitely the Green Cliff Elder, the person who gave me the Medicinal Pill. It's just that his background is so bizarre it's hard to believe."

"What kind of background is so bizarre that it's making you act like this?" The old man grew curious. Their Yang Family was a top-tier Family on the continent, and Yang Quan was the heir, so he was certainly well-versed in the world. What kind of background could make him feel it was bizarre?

"The Old Ancestor might not believe it, but Qin Ming is only the heir of the smallest of Families. Yet, his current achievements are world-renowned; he is the Sect Master of the Huayu Sect, which he founded single-handedly."

"Furthermore, he is a Martial Venerable Realm Expert who personally slew a Martial Venerable of the Pill Alliance," Yang Quan said solemnly. Even as he spoke this information, he found it hard to believe himself.

Even the most skilled storyteller couldn't come up with such a bizarre tale.

"An heir from a tiny Family becoming a Martial Venerable? While rare, it's not exactly bizarre," the old man said with a slight smile.

"True," Yang Quan nodded and continued, "But if you knew his age, you wouldn't think so. He is only in his twenties. To be precise, he is twenty-three."

"What? Twenty-three years old and a Martial Venerable?" The old man's face paled in shock as he muttered in disbelief, "And from a small Family background, no less."

The birth of an Expert requires resources, Cultivation Techniques, and the guidance of good teachers in addition to talent. He couldn't fathom how someone from a small Family could become a Martial Venerable at twenty-three.

No, regardless of background, becoming a Martial Venerable at twenty-three was incredible.

"There's more. His Pill Dao Strength is no less impressive than his martial arts. In an Alchemy competition with a Pill Saint, he completely crushed him. He frustrated the Pill Saint so much that the latter proposed a life-and-death Alchemy duel, only to end up poisoning himself to death," Yang Quan recounted each detail carefully.

"That bizarre?" The more the old man listened, the wider his mouth opened.

"Furthermore, I suspect that the Medicinal Pill he gave me wasn't something he found by accident, but something he refined himself," Yang Quan shared his suspicion.

"Refined it himself? To be able to refine a perfect ninth-grade elixir… could he be a Pill Emperor?" the old man asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Although a Pill Emperor is only one Rank higher than a Pill Saint, the difference in their abilities is like heaven and earth.

A Pill Emperor is the highest known Rank in the Pill Dao. They can refine perfect ninth-grade elixirs, turning the mundane into the miraculous, and have their own unique Pill Dao philosophies.

The gap between a Pill Emperor and a Pill Saint is like that between a Martial Venerable and a Martial Emperor; a single Martial Venerable can crush a group of Martial Emperors.

"What did you just say? He killed a Martial Venerable of the Pill Alliance? Why would he do that? An Expert like him must be broad-minded; he wouldn't kill a Martial Venerable of the Pill Alliance for no reason!" the old man asked curiously.

The reason he was particularly concerned about this was related to the favor he owed.

He wanted to repay the favor to Qin Ming, but given that the man was both a martial arts master and peerless in Alchemy, there was nothing he possessed that the other would value. How could he repay the favor?

But now, it seemed Qin Ming was making an enemy of the Pill Alliance. This might be his chance to repay that favor.