Chapter 261 The Saint’s Blessing

In Lin Lang's field of vision, the message of the mysterious "saint" appeared:

【Zhong Qinglan】

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[Combat power: S]

Um?

9.7 points of appearance!

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Suddenly, Lin Lang's heart moved——

"S-level combat power is pretty good...but unfortunately, that's all."

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"Brother, please kneel down quickly!"

At this time!

The man kneeling at Lin Lang's feet pulled Lin Lang's pants again and lowered his voice:

"On the day when the saint travels, she will often give me the Tongmai Pill!"

"If you eat it, you can open up your meridians and become a warrior!"

"This is an opportunity that many people dream of! It's okay if you're not interested, but don't spoil the saint's interest and cause us trouble!"

After hearing this, Lin Lang felt even more ridiculous and couldn't help but sneered:

"What's wrong with becoming a warrior?"

Lin Lang awakened the martial arts holy body when his physical body was strengthened five times——

This is already the top qualification in martial arts practice!

But for Lin Lang, who is a treasure...

Nothing special!

He had also used the power of the Martial Arts Holy Body once before when he killed the "Black Dragon".

Haven't used it since.

…

And just as Lin Lang was talking to that man.

The massive team was getting closer and closer, and had already arrived in front of them.

The saint in the sedan seemed to have noticed something strange here, and looked slightly sideways.

"Be bold!"

That voice, as thin as a eunuch's, exploded without warning again!

Everyone's eyes were turned towards Lin Lang and others.

Lin Lang's eyes swept across the scene and locked onto the man with a pale face and no beard——

【Wu Ji】

[Combat strength: B++]

[Superpower: Regeneration (Level 7)]

The man named Wu Ji's face darkened, he took a step forward and scolded:

"Who are you? Why don't you kneel down when you see the saint? Don't you know that this is a great disrespect to the saint?"

His voice echoed around, making the surrounding air seem to tremble slightly. His eyes were full of arrogance and anger, as if not kneeling to the Saint was an unforgivable crime in his eyes.

The corners of Lin Lang's mouth raised slightly, outlining a curve full of disdain. His gaze seemed to penetrate Wu Ji, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, and he said casually:

"Humph, the person who is qualified to make me kneel has not been born in this world yet!"

"Um?"

When Wu Ji heard this, the anger on his face instantly solidified, replaced by a trace of imperceptible shock and hesitation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking to himself:

"Is there some unfathomable background behind this guy being so arrogant? Otherwise, how could he dare to be so arrogant in front of this saint?"

A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously took a small step back, as if he wanted to keep a little distance from Lin Lang, just in case.

After a moment of silence, Wu Ji cleared his throat, tried to sound calmer, and asked:

"You...what is your level of martial arts?"

As he spoke, he stared at Lin Lang closely, trying to capture a hint of useful information from the other party's expression and reaction. His hands also clenched his fists subconsciously, as if if Lin Lang made the slightest move, he would immediately Take action.

Lin Lang hesitated slightly:

"Martial arts cultivation?"

The word was really unfamiliar to him.

Wu Ji's heart sank: "You... you are not a warrior?"

Lin Lang shrugged, folded his hands on his chest, and said indifferently:

"So what if it's not? Don't you think you can't speak if you're not a warrior?"

"Besides, aren't you a warrior?"

Obviously, he didn't take Wu Ji seriously at all.

Wu Ji's face turned red instantly, veins popped out on his forehead, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He turned his head suddenly and roared loudly at the group of men behind him:

"Come here! Get these helpless people! How dare you be so arrogant here when you are a mere unknown person who is not a warrior! You simply don't take me seriously!"

His voice became shrill and harsh with anger, and his whole body trembled slightly with anger, as if he had been greatly insulted.

After hearing the order, the group of subordinates immediately swarmed forward and surrounded Lin Lang and others. Everyone had a fierce expression on their face!

…

At this time, the air seemed to be condensed with a thick atmosphere of tension, and not even a breath of wind could penetrate.

Lu Suran was close to Lin Lang, her hands unconsciously holding the corners of her clothes, her body trembling slightly, her eyes full of fear and uneasiness, and her lips turning white. She was obviously frightened by this tense situation.

Ding Xinrou, on the other hand, has a tall and straight posture, eyes as firm as an eagle, and one hand resting steadily on the handle of the knife!

Like a cheetah ready to attack, as long as there is the slightest disturbance, it will draw its sword without hesitation and stand up for Lin Lang.

"stop!"

A clear but majestic shout suddenly sounded, and everyone followed the sound and saw the saint sitting on the sedan chair.

When Wu Ji heard the saint's voice, his body shook violently, he turned around quickly and shouted at the top of his lungs to his men:

"Stop it! Didn't you hear the saint's instructions?"

The voice was flattering and full of awe for the Saint, which was in stark contrast to the ferocity towards Lin Lang and the others.

The Saint's eyes swept over Lin Lang and the other two, with a hint of curiosity that was barely noticeable, and then she said calmly:

"If he doesn't want to kneel, then he doesn't kneel. What's the matter? There's no need to make a big fuss about it."

Her voice was gentle but contained an irresistible force, as if her words were an inviolable will.

Wu Ji lowered his head and said yes, without a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He leaned forward slightly, showing great obedience, and whispered:

"The Saint is right. I was rude."

But when he raised his head slightly, he glared at Lin Lang and the others fiercely, as if he wanted to eat them alive, full of resentment and unwillingness.

Lin Lang caught Wu Ji's eyes, and his mouth corners lifted up, revealing a brilliant smile, which was somewhat provocative and somewhat proud, as if saying:

"What can you do to me?"

Wu Ji saw this, and the anger in his heart burned more vigorously. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his teeth clenched. He secretly swore that he must find an opportunity to teach this ignorant guy a lesson.

...

But at this time.

The saint opened her red lips and whispered a few words to the men beside her.

Immediately.

I saw a maid carefully bringing out an exquisite tray. On the tray, ten pills were neatly arranged. The pills were round and smooth, exuding a faint luster. The fragrance of the medicine instantly filled the air, attracting everyone's attention.

"Tongmai Pill!"

I don't know who shouted loudly, and in an instant, the crowd was in chaos.

Everyone looked greedy, their eyes flashed with fiery light, and they knelt on their knees without hesitation, rushing towards the Saint like a tide, shouting:

"Saint, have mercy, please give me medicine!"

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The voices rose and fell, deafening, as if to break through the sky.

Wu Ji saw this, his face sank, and he stepped forward and shouted loudly:

"Be quiet! The number of pills is limited, everything is arranged by the Saint!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, and his eyes revealed a fierce light. He glanced back and forth in the crowd, trying to intimidate everyone with his majesty.

However, the Saint seemed not to hear the noise. She slightly turned sideways, approached a maid beside her, and whispered a few words softly.

The maid looked respectful and nodded repeatedly. Then she led three servants, holding three pills in her hands, and walked towards Lin Lang and his companions.

"The Saint gave me medicine, why don't you accept it?"

The maid walked up to Lin Lang and said softly.

Her voice was soft and gentle, but it was clearly audible in this noisy environment.

Wu Ji's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment, his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

After a while, he stammered and asked:

"Saint, why... why is this? Why did you give them the medicine?"

His voice was full of doubt and unwillingness, his eyes were full of confusion and jealousy, and he stared at the three pills, as if they were his beloved things that were taken away for no reason.

Everyone also cast surprised glances, and whispered to each other:

"These people are disrespectful to the Saint, and they don't even want to kneel, so why can they get the Saint's reward? What is the reason?"

Everyone's eyes are full of doubts and envy, and even a hint of jealousy.

The Saint's face is calm, and her eyes lightly sweep over everyone, and finally fall on Lin Lang, and slowly say:

"Not afraid of the strong, unyielding and proud, this kind of courage is rare. I see in him the character that a warrior should really have! Therefore, I am willing to give him a chance to let him embark on the road of a warrior."

Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

When Wu Ji heard this, the fire of jealousy in his heart burned fiercely, burning his five internal organs.

He clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves, his nails deeply sunk into his palms, and his face turned pale and red.

He wanted to refute, but looking at the Saint's unquestionable eyes, he finally swallowed the words that were on his lips.

It was just that ugly face, like the haze before a storm, so gloomy that water could almost drip out.

Just when everyone was staring at Lin Lang and his companions with envy, as if they were holding a rare treasure in their hands, Lin Lang looked calm and composed.

He stretched out his hand and took the pill steadily, his movements were neither hurried nor slow, without the slightest tremor or eagerness.

After getting the pill, he placed it in his palm, his eyes instantly becoming focused and sharp, like an experienced connoisseur examining a precious antique.

He first gently turned the pill, carefully observing its color and texture from all angles, his expression seemed to see through every detail of the pill.

Then, he slowly approached the pill, closed his eyes, sniffed it gently, and frowned slightly, as if trying to capture the information contained in every scent emitted by the pill.

How could they know?

Lin Lang had a deep attainment in alchemy, and could be called an expert!

He even built the Shendan Pavilion in Mingyue City's Xingfu Community!

He already knows the characteristics, formulas, and effects of various elixirs!

With his keen perception and rich experience, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong with the pill.

After a careful inspection, Lin Lang was certain that this pill was not the legendary Tongmai Pill that could open up the meridians and help people become warriors.

He raised his head slightly and looked straight at the saint, without any fear or retreat in his eyes, and asked calmly and frankly:

"What kind of pill is this?"

Seeing this, Wu Ji jumped out like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

His face was full of anger and ferocity, and he roared loudly:

"Bold lunatic! The saint gave you the medicine, which is the blessing you have cultivated for several lifetimes. Instead of kneeling down to thank her, you dare to question the saint here. Do you know what kind of God-given fortune this is? You are acting like this, you are simply not knowing whether to live or die!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing all around, and every word seemed to carry endless anger and accusations.

However, Lin Lang seemed to be oblivious to Wu Ji's noise, as if he was just a buzzing fly, not worth his attention.

His eyes were still fixed on the saint, and he continued to say calmly:

"This elixir does not contain any ingredients that can dredge the meridians. It is related to my own safety. If you don't explain its origin and efficacy clearly, how can I dare to take it rashly?"

His tone was very calm, as if he was bargaining with a vegetable vendor.

At this time!

The maid of the saint stepped forward and explained on behalf of the saint:

"Do you think it is easy to become a warrior?"

"This pill is a marrow cleansing pill, which has extraordinary effects and can wash away the impurities and old power in your body. However, at the same time, all the superpowers you previously possessed will be lost!"

"Only after the baptism of this marrow cleansing pill can you be qualified to step into the threshold of a warrior!"

"Then, take the Tongluo Pill to dredge the meridians! In this way, you will have the opportunity to become a real warrior."

While the maid was speaking, she looked at Lin Lang with a slightly scrutinizing look!

As if waiting for him to understand the interests involved, he took the pill gratefully.

After hearing this, Lin Lang frowned slightly, and the original calmness on his face was replaced by a touch of boredom.

He shook his head slightly and said nonchalantly:

"You have to give up your superpowers that you have finally acquired before you have a chance to become a warrior, and you are not sure of success? Who would be willing to do such a losing business?"

As he spoke, he played with the marrow cleansing pill in his hand, as if he was holding just an ordinary stone.

When Wu Ji heard this, he was so angry that he trembled all over. He could no longer bear it. His face turned red, and the veins on his neck popped out. He cursed:

"Asshole! You know shit! Who would not want to? There are so many people who are willing! Becoming a warrior is a matter of ascending to heaven in one step. From then on, you can be superior to others and walk sideways in this world. What is a little risk? You are so ignorant, you are simply a blockhead, hopeless!"

Then!

Wu Ji turned around and bowed respectfully to the Saint, saying flatteringly:

"Saint, this man is too arrogant and ignorant. With such a narrow vision, he is not qualified to be a warrior! I hope you will not waste such precious elixirs on him, lest he abuses them like this."

But facing Lin Lang who disobeyed her again and again, the Saint did not get angry.

There was still some peace and patience in her eyes.

She waved her hand gently, signaling Wu Ji not to speak any more, and then looked at Lin Lang gently, explaining softly:

"Your talent is really good, I can see the extraordinary in your bones. As long as you take this marrow cleansing pill, I will give you the top-grade meridian-opening pill. With this help, your chance of becoming a warrior is as high as 90%. Such an opportunity is not available to everyone."

Her words were full of persuasion, as if she really hoped that Lin Lang could seize this rare opportunity.

Lin Lang sneered, his eyes full of disdain, and responded with a bit of sarcasm in his tone:

"Only 90%? What's the difference between this and committing suicide? You should look for someone else." (End of this chapter)