Two Pills

Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint spoke vehemently, doing everything he could to stop Fan Lang from choosing the so-called Half-Step Ghost Gate Pill.

No wonder Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint was so agitated. The Half-Step Ghost Gate Pill was simply too dangerous. After taking it, life and death each stood at a fifty-percent chance. It was like tossing a coin into the sky—heads or tails, it was up to fate.

Warmth rose in Fan Lang's heart. Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint's strong reaction was for his own good, proving how much he cared about him as a disciple.

"Master, I am no ordinary man. I have my own unique methods and can subdue the Half-Step Ghost Gate Pill's medicinal power. I will never lose my life because of it, so please rest assured. You cherish my life, but I cherish it even more. I will not gamble with my own life. I cannot afford a fifty-fifty gamble," Fan Lang said solemnly.

After hearing Fan Lang's words, Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint's expression eased somewhat, but he still refused. "No. Even if you are confident, I cannot let you take this risk. The Half-Step Ghost Gate Pill is the kind of pill that raises one's cultivation. Your cultivation speed is already fast enough. Is there any need to risk taking such a forcibly accelerated pill?"

"Of course there is. I am in a hurry to increase my strength. I wish I could become a Mystic God right now!" Fan Lang's eyes gleamed as his tone turned resolute.

He thought of that elusive handsome man, Sage Emperor Fan Sha, who sought to unify the continent, that dangerous moon, and the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth that would destroy and reshape the world...

All of these drove him forward, like a primordial beast chasing after him.