Outside Tianbao Tower, Shen Xiuyong and Qiao Hongyun hurried forward.
Shen Xiuyong even pulled out a jade bottle, poured out a Healing Pill, and stuffed it into Chen Qing's hand without another word. "Nephew, take it quickly. Stabilizing your internal injuries is what matters most!"
Chen Qing accepted it without refusing and swallowed the pill at once. A gentle stream of heat instantly spread through him.
"Thank you, Uncle Shen. Uncle Qiao."
"Brother Chen, congratulations! The twenty-ninth floor—that truly is... astounding!"
Shang Lujing stepped forward, his expression complicated, yet he still offered his congratulations.
He had originally believed himself firmly planted in the top ten, standing in a league of his own within this small circle. Who would have thought that Chen Qing would silently overtake him and reach the twenty-ninth floor as well?
Zhuo Xiaoyun also offered her congratulations softly. "Brother Chen, you hid yourself deeply indeed. With the potential you displayed this time, you are more than qualified to be a True Disciple Candidate."
At this moment, quite a few Hundred Sect Geniuses came forward, hoping to exchange a few words with Chen Qing and make themselves familiar to him.
Chen Qing's face still carried a trace of pallor, and his aura was somewhat unsteady. He cupped his hands and said with a wry smile, "You flatter me. It was merely luck. My injuries are not light, so I'll take my leave for now. We can speak another day."
Seeing that he truly was not in good condition, everyone understandingly made way for him.
Presumably, he had exhausted every trump card he possessed to clear the twenty-ninth floor, squeezing himself dry.
Chen Qing nodded to them, then, beneath countless watching eyes, dragged his "weary" body away from the bustling plaza step by step, heading toward his own small