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C1903
Previously, Zhang Zhibai did not think about the God Stage at all.
What a joke, he had been in the Alchemist Sect for two years, and was still a outer sect disciple.
According to the normal road, Zhang Zhibai being able to enter the inner sect and become a inner sect disciple was already the peak of Zhang Zhibai's entire life.
Chen Sanqiu directly said that he wanted to take a look at God Stage.
This boldness, this domineering aura, this insufferable arrogance …
It directly triggered the heroic spirit that Zhang Zhibai had been hiding in his heart for a long time.
"However, you should just call me Junior Brother Chen from now on. I don't want to be that flamboyant." Chen Sanqiu paused for a moment, and then said to Zhang Zhibai with a serious face.
Zhang Zhibai …
[You don't want it to be that obvious?]
Can this even be called low-key?
What the hell.
As soon as he came to the Alchemist Sect, he beat up a few of his Senior Brothers who had cultivated the Nameless Sword Arts for two years.
After that, it took seven days and seven nights to raise the score on the Pill Refining Sect's examination column to 100.
It was a record that the Alchemy Sect had not had since its establishment.
How could it be called being low-key?
Did he really not want to be arrogant?
The corner of Zhang Zhibai's mouth twitched. Under Chen Sanqiu's smiling gaze, he could only nod in agreement.
"Zhi Bai, I have never understood one thing. Since we are from the Pill Refining Sect, we should not be lacking in medicinal pills, right?" Chen Sanqiu frowned and asked Zhang Zhibai with a puzzled expression.
Zhang Zhibai was stunned for a moment before nodding his head, "Of course we have plenty of pills. However, the herbs we refine are all collected from the sect. We have to turn in a certain amount every month."
Chen Sanqiu nodded, "That is fair. However, you can't be telling me that the medicinal pills refined from the herbs you receive from the sect have all been handed over to the sect, right?"
Zhang Zhibai's face turned red and he quickly said, "Of course not. Even the disciples with weaker alchemy skills can only keep one or two pills every month. I think I can keep seven or eight pills."
Chen Sanqiu nodded in satisfaction after hearing Zhang Zhibai's words.
And then he smiled and asked, "What about the remaining seven to eight pills? Why not take it yourself? Was it used to increase his own strength? "
Hearing Chen Sanqiu's question, Zhang Zhibai looked at him in surprise.
However, when he thought about Chen Sanqiu's actions after coming to the Alchemist Sect, he felt that Chen Sanqiu's words were not that surprising after all.
"The pills we concoct are too precious, we are unwilling. Moreover, even if we were willing, we would not be able to sustain so many resources. Normally, we would sell the rest of the pills to the disciples of other sects. Of course, some of them were taken away by others." Zhang Zhibai said to Chen Sanqiu with a wry smile.
Chen Sanqiu looked at Zhang Zhibai in surprise.
"Snatched it?" The corner of Chen Sanqiu's mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of a sneer.
"He didn't need to pay a single cent, he just directly snatched it away." Chen Sanqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Zhibai: "Are you just going to let them steal the pills you painstakingly refined?"
"We can't beat them, and the opponents are mostly Sword Sect's disciples. They often go out to train, so, many of the Sword Sect's disciples would come to get some pellets, which can be considered as half of a rob and half of a gift. They didn't even think about giving us money, and we didn't dare take it." Zhang Zhibai sighed and said dejectedly.
Back then, when Zhang Zhibai was robbed for medicinal pellets by a Sword Sect disciple for the first time, he became furious and fought against the other party for a reason, which eventually turned into a martial arts competition.
Only after being beaten half to death by the Sword Sect disciple did he realize just how enormous the gap between the two of them was.
After being refused again and again and being beaten up, Zhang Zhibai now accepted such a life.
To console himself mentally, Sword Sect disciples were, after all, the strongest among all, Sword God Zong.
It was all thanks to these Sword Sect disciples that he was able to safely stay in the Alchemist Sect to refine pills.
Chen Sanqiu couldn't help but sigh when he heard Zhang Zhibai's words.
Damn, no wonder the Pill Refining Sect was so weak.
The pills he refined were not willing to be consumed by him, he still needed to sell them to others, and he still needed to steal them. He also needed to concoct pills, and did not have the energy to practice the Nameless Sword Arts and the mysterious sword technique.
This was a dead end.
In the end, the Pill Refining Sect became increasingly weaker, so weak that anyone could bully them.
Right at this moment, two rays of light flew out from Cloud Peak and landed outside the main hall of the Alchemist Sect.
"Zhang Zhibai, I knew you were here, haha." A Sword Sect disciple who wore a long white robe and held a treasure sword in hand laughed heartily as he walked towards the Alchemist Sect.
"We are going down the mountain today to get rid of evil, and we lack pellets. You should still have some left over, right? Give us each a Qi Returning Pill, a Blood Replenishing Pill." Another Sword Sect disciple who wore a long white robe and held a treasure sword in hand walked in with narrowed eyes, and said to Zhang Zhibai.
Zhang Zhibai's expression changed when he saw two people walk in.
He hurriedly stood up.
"I don't have many pills on me anymore." Zhang Zhibai said to the two Sword Sect disciples with a terrified expression.
"What is it? Deliberately not giving it to us? " The first Sword Sect disciple to walk in coldly snorted, and said disdainfully to Zhang Zhibai: "You want to get beaten up again to the point that your butt is blooming?"
Zhang Zhibai's face flushed at the Sword Sect disciple's words.
Especially since the other party had humiliated him in front of Chen Sanqiu.
However, Zhang Zhibai was helpless because he was not his opponent's opponent.
At this time, Chen Sanqiu smiled and stood up, and said to Zhang Zhibai: "Senior Brother Zhi Bai, our Qi Returning Pills and Blood Replenishing Pill, should be sold for 50 gold coins per pill on the market."
Zhang Zhibai was stunned, but he still nodded.
"Of course, if you don't have that much gold coins, you can exchange it for those medicinal herbs." Chen Sanqiu said while smiling towards the two Sword Sect disciples.
After the two Sword Sect disciples heard Chen Sanqiu say this, their expressions immediately changed. Staring coldly at Chen Sanqiu, they said: "Brat, you look unfamiliar. Hehe, you have guts.
"What's the result?" Chen Sanqiu chuckled, stood up, and looked at the two Sword Sect disciples as he asked without changing his expression.
Seeing Chen Sanqiu provoke him like that, the two Sword Sect disciples couldn't help but get angry.
He felt embarrassed.
"A new disciple of the Alchemy Sect dares to speak to us like this. Today, we will teach you a lesson and beat you up into a pig's head." The Sword Sect disciple who was the first to speak shouted in anger.
At this moment.
Chen Sanqiu's figure suddenly flashed, and directly rushed in front of the Sword Sect disciple, and fiercely crashed into his chest.
Bang!
It was as if an incomparably ferocious bull had ruthlessly slammed into his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly backwards.
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared.
Zhang Zhibai …
F * ck.
So fierce.