Return of the Celestial King

As the master of a sect, Ding Gaoyi’s strength was surprisingly formidable.

The aura flaring from him at this moment was in no way inferior to that of Liao Feiying!

Ding Gaoyi focused every ounce of his aura into his fist.

The punch descended with immense power. This Martial Extreme Fist contained the force of a thousand pounds—a single touch meant death!

This terrifying power brought a look of pride to the eyes of all his disciples watching from the side.

Only Huang Junchang’s eyes were filled with deep worry…

Confronted by Ding Gaoyi’s ferocious advance, Qin Tuo remained as still as a mountain, completely motionless.

As Ding Gaoyi’s fist was about to land, Qin Tuo simply extended a hand and gave a slow, casual push forward.

BANG!

A shockwave erupted. Qin Tuo had met Ding Gaoyi’s terrifying fist head-on.

Ding Gaoyi’s eyes went wide in disbelief.

His punch could kill a bull, yet it hadn’t budged Qin Tuo in the slightest. It was simply unbelievable!

Then, a slight smile touched the corners of Qin Tuo’s lips as he gave a gentle push forward.

An immense wave of Spiritual Power erupted outward!

Ding Gaoyi’s face flushed crimson. He felt an overwhelming force shove him back violently, completely unable to resist.

Ding Gaoyi stood frozen, his expression shifting uncertainly, speechless for a long moment.

The entire table fell silent. The other disciples couldn’t believe it. ’Had their master actually lost the exchange?’

Anyone with eyes could see that Qin Tuo had used only a casual move, yet Ding Gaoyi had been completely unable to block it.

And that was without Qin Tuo even launching a proper attack. If he had pressed the assault, it was obvious Ding Gaoyi would have suffered a grievous blow.

Seeing Ding Gaoyi standing there in utter embarrassment, Qin Tuo snorted coldly and said:

”I’m sparing your life now for Huang Junchang’s sake. If you dare to pester me again, don’t blame me for wiping out your entire sect!”

Ding Gaoyi’s face turned deathly pale. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he knew full well that Qin Tuo’s power was on a completely different level from his own.

The disciples of the Martial Extreme Sect all looked grim; they didn’t even dare to meet Qin Tuo’s gaze.

Huang Junchang let out a deep sigh. ’Why does no one ever listen to me?’

Finally, after his expression shifted several times, Ding Gaoyi could only lower his head and say resignedly:

”Mr. Qin, we were blind just now. My apologies!”

With that, he gave Qin Tuo another deep bow.

Having done all this, he knew he had lost too much face to remain. He turned and departed in a hurry.

His disciples, their hearts filled with complicated feelings, followed Ding Gaoyi and left as well.

Huang Junchang quickly apologized to Qin Tuo before hurrying after them.

When Huang Junchang entered the room, he saw Ding Gaoyi sitting there, sighing and silent.

To Huang Junchang’s astonishment, he saw that Ding Gaoyi seemed to have aged years in a moment, and half his hair had turned white.

His fellow disciples all sat nearby, unsure of what to say.

Seeing his master in such a state, Huang Junchang’s heart ached. After a moment’s thought, he walked over to console him.

”Master, please don’t let this setback damage your health. That Mr. Qin even defeated a Warlock from the Blood Moon Pavilion. His strength is immense, so there’s no shame in losing to him.”

Previously, such words would have enraged Ding Gaoyi.

But now, he just sighed helplessly.

”Sigh... Today, I finally understand what it means to say the younger generation is one to be reckoned with.”

Huang Junchang knew from his master’s demeanor that he was now utterly convinced of Qin Tuo’s superiority, and that his spirit had taken a heavy blow.

Then, Ding Gaoyi said with grim seriousness:

”Junchang, go and invite Mr. Qin back to the Heaven-grade room. I am not worthy of staying in such fine quarters in the presence of a man like him!”

Huang Junchang said no more, simply nodding in silence before leaving the room.

Upon returning to the main hall, Huang Junchang found Qin Tuo and relayed Ding Gaoyi’s message.

Qin Tuo just smiled, not holding any grudge.

Suddenly, Qin Tuo recalled something and said:

”Actually, since we have some free time, why don’t you show me around?”

Since arriving, Qin Tuo hadn’t had a chance to stroll through the market in Qingshui Town.

He knew that such places were often where one could stumble upon some incredible treasures.

Huang Junchang nodded without hesitation and led Qin Tuo to the famous trade street in Qingshui Town.

Qin Tuo noticed that the trade street was crowded with Martial Artists from all over.

And because so many Martial Artists were gathered here, the goods for sale were all useful treasures, such as precious weapons, Pill Furnaces, and the like.

However, after a careful scan, Qin Tuo was somewhat disappointed. He found that nearly everything being sold at the stalls was substandard; true treasures were few and far between.

Seeing this, Qin Tuo couldn’t help but ask:

”By the way, am I allowed to sell things here?”

Huang Junchang nodded with a smile.

”Of course, Mr. Qin. You just need to find an empty spot!”

Relieved, Qin Tuo began carefully searching the area for a suitable spot.

Huang Junchang asked, a little curious,

”Mr. Qin, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it you want to sell?”

Without a word, Qin Tuo took the Small Rejuvenation Pills from his robes. He then found an empty space and prepared to sell the pills.

Huang Junchang, who had followed him, saw this and quickly asked:

”Mr. Qin, and what pill is this?”

Qin Tuo explained with a smile:

”This is called a Small Rejuvenation Pill. It’s an extremely precious pill.”

Huang Junchang looked puzzled; he had clearly never heard of such a pill.

However, as Qin Tuo spoke, a passerby stopped nearby, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He silently committed the pill’s name to memory, noted the location, and then hurried back to Medicine King Valley.

It turned out this man was a servant from Medicine King Valley. With the upcoming Martial Artist convention, he had been frequenting the trade street, hoping to find something useful to report back to his superiors.

The man rushed to find the steward, Old He, and told him what he had just witnessed.

”Oh? Are you sure you heard correctly? The pill is called the Small Rejuvenation Pill?”

Steward Old He’s face was a mask of astonishment.

The servant nodded emphatically and thumped his chest.

”Yes! I’m absolutely certain I heard correctly!”

At that, Old He immediately had the man lead him to the trade street.

He had to find out if this was the very same Small Rejuvenation Pill he had encountered before!