Unusual ninth-grade elixir

Therefore, the fact that Yang Quan was able to lend Spirit Stones to Qin Ming that time really exceeded Qin Ming's expectations.

Qin Ming's initial plan was to bid for the spirit plant and leave it with Yang Quan as collateral.

Unexpectedly, Yang Quan didn't even take the spirit plant; it could be said that he trusted him one hundred percent. Qin Ming was a bit confused as to why Yang Quan trusted him so much.

He certainly wouldn't think that he possessed that kind of kingly aura.

At that time, he was only a Martial King and a Pill King. In the Yang Family, a Martial King and a Pill King were nothing at all.

"It is a kind of self-confidence," Yang Quan replied. "A kind of 'who else but me' self-confidence. I have only seen this kind of self-confidence in the Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty."

"Self-confidence?" Qin Ming nodded thoughtfully. He was a Pill God; as long as he continued to Cultivate step by step, he would at least reach the level of a Martial Saint, so how could he lack self-confidence?

Qin Ming's future achievements would be far beyond what the Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty could compare to, so how could he not be confident?

Qin Ming poured a cup of wine, placed it in front of Yang Quan, and said: "Regardless of the reason, the fact that you could trust me so much exceeded my expectations. I offer this cup of wine to you."

Lifting the wine cup, Yang Quan drained it in one gulp and said: "Facts have proven that I did not misjudge the person. Didn't you return the Spirit Stones later on!"

Nodding, Qin Ming smiled and said: "Do you still remember what I said? I owe you a favor, and now you can let me repay that favor."

"Repay what favor? Brother Qing, you were in a difficult situation, and I only helped you a little. In this Secret Realm, you traded so much perfect elixir to me; strictly speaking, I am the one who owes you a favor! All of us in the Major Power owe you a favor. If you walk sideways in Yan City in the future, I believe no one would dare to touch you," Yang Quan joked.

"I will not be returning to Yan City. Having been out for so long, I miss my sect. After leaving this Secret Realm, I plan to return. I do not know when we will be able to meet again." Qin Ming poured another cup of wine and placed it in front of Yang Quan.

Yang Quan picked up the wine cup and smiled: "The green hills remain unchanged, and the green waters flow on; there will be a time for us to meet again."

"Do you really not want me to repay the favor? My favor is very valuable," Qin Ming looked at Yang Quan playfully and said slowly: "For example, you could use this favor to exchange for a ninth-grade healing pill."

Qin Ming was now telling Yang Quan how much his favor was worth: treating a Martial Venerable was something Qin Ming could handle.

A mere Martial Venerable was simply not worth Qin Ming's favor.

Shaking his head, Yang Quan sighed and said: "You do not understand. The Old Ancestor did not suffer a simple injury, but an extremely severe one. It is not something an ordinary ninth-grade elixir can cure."

"Oh?" Qin Ming was a bit puzzled. How could it be that a ninth-grade elixir could not cure it?

It was just a Martial Venerable; even for a Martial Saint, general injuries could be cured by a ninth-grade perfect elixir.

As long as they were not dead, a ninth-grade heart mending pill would quickly make them whole again.

Because it was a perfect elixir, it could not only restore the injury but also heal old hidden wounds.

A ninth-grade perfect elixir was something only a Pill Emperor could barely refine. If even that could not cure it, then one might as well just wait for death.

Besides, hadn't Yang Quan just said that he came to the Secret Realm this time specifically to find a Medicinal Pill for their Old Ancestor?

Why was he now saying that a ninth-grade elixir could not cure it?

Wait, Yang Quan just said "ordinary" ninth-grade elixir. Could it be that an unusual ninth-grade elixir was needed?