Qin Ming’s Confidence

The Scarred Man bowed with cupped hands and asked solemnly, "May I ask who Your Excellency is?"

The Scarred Man had traveled far and wide and seen many people, but he knew that some Martial Artists trained by large Families were invincible among their peers.

Even if the three of them combined, they would not be a match for such an outstanding talent.

He was also afraid of encountering such an existence, so he decided to inquire about his background first.

"Alright, may I leave now?" Qin Ming said indifferently. He had no time to waste with these people; he still needed to find spirit plants and a building to Cultivate in.

"You…" the Sturdy Sword-Wielding Martial Artist said in a rage, "My big brother asked you a question, didn't you hear it?"

They were, after all, beings who stirred up trouble across the continent; when had they ever been treated with such disdain? This Middle-aged Man ignoring the three of them was truly infuriating.

He also didn't understand why his big brother wouldn't just attack instead of dithering here.

"I heard it." Qin Ming nodded and said, "I don't care about what happens here. May I leave now?"

Upon hearing Qin Ming's words, the Scarred Man felt uncertain and looked Qin Ming up and down.

"Please, take us with you. We are willing to do whatever you ask, even if it means becoming your slaves or servants. As long as we can find the Medicinal Pill to cure our father, we will do anything." The woman had also heard Qin Ming's words and could see that the Scarred Man was wary of the Middle-aged Man before him.

Although she didn't know why he was wary of him, if this Middle-aged Man could take them away, why worry about anything else?

Qin Ming glanced at the two women, then looked toward the tall tower in the distance, but said nothing.

The Scarred Man thought for a moment and said, "Alright, please." He stepped aside, seemingly willing to let Qin Ming leave.

Qin Ming nodded and walked toward the two men. He had originally intended to go to the tall tower building, not turn back. Since the Scarred Man was willing to let him leave, he would naturally continue toward his destination.

The Sturdy Man looked at the Scarred Man, his eyes seemingly asking, "Are we really letting him go? This seems to be a fat sheep."

Qin Ming's Aura was like that of someone from a large Family, and he possessed an indelible Aura of a big shot. It was obvious at a glance that he was not simple, which was why he attracted the attention of the Bandits.

After all, in his past life, Qin Ming was a Pill Emperor, and the top Pill Emperor at that, revered by all. Those he interacted with were beings at the level of Martial Saint and Martial Venerable.

Furthermore, he had countless subordinates under his command, among whom were countless Martial Emperors and Martial Kings. How could the Aura on him be anything less than sufficient?

Although his cultivation had not yet reached the Martial Emperor Realm of his previous life, and he did not have the connections of his previous life, in this lifetime, he was a Pill God, and a Pill God with a God-level Innate Divine Ability at that.

Whether it was his God-level Innate Divine Ability or his abilities in the Dao of pills, neither could be compared to his previous life.

More importantly, his Martial Dao Foundation had not been laid well in his previous life. Even as a Pill Emperor, he had no way to change his Foundation, and in the end, he could only be a Martial Emperor in his previous life.

This life was different; he had a God-level Innate Divine Ability and a Martial Dao Foundation. By Cultivating step by step, he could reach at least the Martial Saint Realm.

Moreover, in this life, his loved ones were all alive, his heart was in a perfect stage, and he was full of confidence, which was incomparable to ordinary people.

This was also the reason why Qin Yuan, as the head of the Family, had never questioned Qin Ming's actions.

There was an Aura about Qin Ming that made people afraid to ignore him and always made them believe in him involuntarily.

Confidence is contagious.