Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

The next morning.

After an entire night of testing, the Alchemist Association finally confirmed that the three pill formulas were indeed genuine fifth-grade formulas!

The three formulas were for the Breaking Nirvana Pill, the Rising Sun Pill, and the Longevity Pill, each with incredibly potent effects.

Among them, the Rising Sun Pill was particularly impressive. This pill was expected to be even more popular than Master Pang Qi's Bust-Enhancing Pill!

In this world, martial arts were prevalent.

Most men were strong and physically formidable, but even the strongest body had one significant shortcoming.

A shortcoming that was very… short.

And the Rising Sun Pill was precisely what could solve that shortcoming, turning a weakness into a strength!

"Hahaha, congratulations, Master Qin! These three pill formulas are not only genuine but incredibly practical as well," said the old man with the red dot on his forehead, who was the president of the Alchemist Association of the Jiuyang Dynasty, smiling broadly.

"I'm a master now?" Qin Chuan was a bit surprised.

"Hahaha, Master Qin, even though you may not be an alchemist, your contribution to the alchemy world has earned you the title of master," laughed a nearby fifth-grade alchemist.

"Indeed! These three pill formulas are incredibly practical. Once these pills are circulated, the influence of our Alchemist Association will further increase, and the status of all alchemists will rise!"

"Master Qin, your contribution is immense!"

"Master Qin, with these three formulas, you could very well become the wealthiest person in the Alchemist Association in a few years, perhaps even the wealthiest in the entire dynasty."

The other alchemists around him chimed in, all in awe of the man who now owned three fifth-grade pill formulas.

Especially since these formulas were so sought after. Just hearing the names was enough to understand their effects!

"You're too kind, really. I just happened to be lucky," Qin Chuan responded modestly.

The others simply smiled, but one person took those words to heart, clenching his fists in determination.

Master Pang Qi.

His already small eyes narrowed further, giving him a shifty, rodent-like appearance. He lowered his head slightly, his round belly pushing against his white alchemist robes, making him look like a plump rat.

Inwardly, he was muttering to himself, "Three hundred miles southeast of the capital, there's a large tomb that seems quite extraordinary…"

…

At Seven Martial Sect.

The news that Qin Zi had crippled Wu Xiu quickly spread throughout the sect, even catching the attention of the sect's upper echelons.

During a high-level meeting, some elders suggested that Qin Zi be detained until further notice.

But Wu Xiu's grandfather, Elder Wu, intervened, stating that he had an agreement with Qin Chuan and that detaining Qin Zi was unnecessary at this time.

Since the victim's own grandfather had spoken, the other elders had no grounds to argue, and the matter was postponed.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed since Qin Chuan had left.

That evening, the sky was painted with a brilliant red sunset.

"Three days are almost up, and Qin Chuan still hasn't returned. Could he be planning to break his promise?" Elder Wu stood at the peak of his mountain, gazing anxiously at the horizon.

"But then again, Qin Zi is still within the sect. If Qin Chuan were trying to deceive me, it wouldn't make any sense," he reasoned.

Still, he couldn't shake his concern.

What if… Qin Chuan, confident before, had now encountered difficulties in finding the necessary materials to heal Wu Xiu's dantian?

What would happen to his grandson then?

If his grandson truly couldn't recover, crippling Qin Zi wouldn't bring any satisfaction or solve the problem.

Moreover, now that his anger had subsided, as a sect elder, he found it difficult to bring himself to harm a junior.

Just then, a streak of golden light cut through the sunset and landed directly in front of him.

"Did you succeed?!" Elder Wu asked, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Mission accomplished," Qin Chuan replied with a smile, tossing a pill that emitted a faint white glow to Elder Wu.

"Careful!"

Elder Wu was startled and quickly caught the pill with both hands. He fumbled with it a few times, as if holding a hot potato, before finally securing his grip.

"Five Dao Pill Marks—this is indeed a fifth-grade pill! It looks like everything's in order… I'll be on my way now. Let's drink together tonight!" Elder Wu examined the pill before bursting into a joyful laugh and rushing toward his residence.

Qin Chuan smiled and shook his head, then turned and flew toward his own mountain.

As soon as he landed, Qin Zi came running over.

"Father, you're finally back!"

Qin Zi called out happily.

"What's got you so excited?" Qin Chuan asked with a smile.

"Master taught me a powerful cultivation method, and my potential has been reactivated. My cultivation speed has greatly increased!" Qin Zi said excitedly.

"Oh, you're at the fifth level of the Pure Yang Realm already?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow. This kid was progressing quite rapidly.

"Hehe, not only that, but my meridians have widened, my physical strength has increased, and my combat power at this level has improved again!" Qin Zi added with a grin.

"Not bad."

Qin Chuan praised him and then said, "Your master's pill formulas were a great help this time. Be sure to thank her for me."

Qin Zi paused for a moment, his eyes becoming unfocused as if he were mentally communicating with the golden-haired woman. Then he smiled and waved it off, saying, "Master says there's no need to thank her—it's what she should do."

"Well, that's true. We're all on the same side, no need to be overly formal," Qin Chuan said casually, then headed toward the palace.

Qin Zi nodded and was about to follow when he noticed his left hand felt a bit damp. He looked down at the black ring on his finger and saw that it was dripping water…

"Huh, when did my ring get wet?"

He wiped the ring clean and followed after his father.

Inside the ring, the golden-haired woman was still lost in thought over the phrase "on the same side." Her delicate face was tinged with a blush, her eyes dreamy as she savored those words…

…

That night, Qin Chuan's palace was brightly lit.

In the grand hall, a low table had been set up, with Qin Chuan and Elder Wu seated cross-legged on the floor, facing each other.

On the table was a jar of fine wine.

Accompanied by a dish of amber-colored peanuts, the two drank and talked, enjoying each other's company like old friends.

After a while, they put down their cups.

Elder Wu smiled and said, "Brother Qin, no matter what, my grandson's dantian was saved thanks to you. I owe you a great debt, and if you ever need anything, just say the word."

"Haha, there's no need for such talk. It was my son who injured him in the first place," Qin Chuan replied with a laugh.

"But a favor is still a favor."

Elder Wu shook his head. "My grandson was injured because he allowed his subordinates to bully the weak. He deserved it. But you saved him, and that's a favor."

Qin Chuan smiled, no longer being modest.

When someone sincerely thanks you, a little humility is fine, but overdoing it just kills the mood.

He thought for a moment and decided to take this opportunity to ask about something he had long been curious about.

"Brother Wu, I've heard that your family has been part of the Seven Martial Sect for generations. You must know a lot about the sect's origins, right?"

Elder Wu was momentarily taken aback, instinctively showing a hint of caution. But then his expression softened.

"Yes, that's true. Ask whatever you want; today, I'll tell you everything I know."