The Third Trial, Imperial Guard

Jiang Fan said calmly.

"We can test the medicine!"

Lu Bo nodded and patted the armrest of the chair beside him. After a moment, a young man jogged over.

"Uncle Lu!"

Lu Bo nodded slightly.

"Go give this to Zhang Qiang and then tell me the effect!"

The young man respectfully took the bottle and left quickly.

Jiang Fan was a bit taken aback by this.

He had expected them to pull someone over for a live test like Lei Zhendong had done, but instead, they just passed the order down.

Lu Bo seemed to have guessed Jiang Fan's thoughts.

"Young man, rest assured, our underground auction house has a professional appraisal department. They will quickly determine the value of your potion!"

"If there are no issues with your potion, we can arrange for an auction soon!"

Jiang Fan nodded.

Before long, the young man returned, handing Lu Bo a piece of paper.

After Lu Bo read it, his expression turned serious.

He waved his hand, and the young man bowed and retreated.

"The medicinal effect of this potion is indeed as Lei Zhendong said, it's twice as effective as the third-generation products on the market."

He pondered for a moment, seemingly confident.

"Leave the other bottle here, and I'll arrange for someone to handle the auction procedures for you!"

"If everything goes smoothly, it can be scheduled for auction in as little as three days!"

After speaking, he added.

"However, you should prepare yourself mentally. I can't guarantee how high the final auction price will be. Although its medicinal effect is very good, it's only twice that of the third-generation products on the market."

"I can only try my best to notify the three major pharmaceutical groups. This potion will be most valuable to them!"

Jiang Fan nodded slightly.

For ordinary people, the value of this potion was at most twice that of the third-generation products from the three major pharmaceutical groups. A single bottle wasn't that enticing.

However, for the three major pharmaceutical groups, it was as good as gold.

If they could obtain it and develop a new product from the potion, it would be equivalent to securing a first-mover advantage.

Jiang Fan left the underground auction house.

After telling Lei Zhendong about the situation at the auction house, he plunged himself into the training room.

He currently had 9 bottles of Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup, which should be enough for him to train for two days.

After training, it would be just in time for the auction to start.

This way, the money from the potion auction could be used to buy medicinal ingredients, ensuring his training would be uninterrupted.

In the training room, as Jiang Fan drank the Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup bottle after bottle.

Heat emanated from his body.

When the last bottle of potion was consumed, Jiang Fan opened his eyes and stood up.

In two days, he felt that his Qi and Blood had improved significantly.

With a casual punch, the Combat Power Testing Device displayed a number of 2185.

The Qi and Blood Testing Device screen finally settled on a reading of 16.3.

A Qi and Blood value of 16.3 was already enough to surpass most teachers at Third High School.

He wondered if this Qi and Blood value would allow him to challenge the third trial.

With this thought, Jiang Fan sat down cross-legged again.

With a thought, he returned to the space.

A prompt sounded in the space.

"Inheritor, do you wish to challenge the third trial?"

"Challenge!"

Jiang Fan confirmed.

Ever since he completed the trial against Qing Yue, he had been training using the Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup.

He had also come to enjoy the process of cultivation through taking medicine.

The surge in his Qi and Blood brought him a great sense of accomplishment.

However, he hadn't yet attempted the third level.

Based on his analysis of the first two levels, the difficulty of each subsequent level would increase exponentially.

When he challenged the second level, he was already close to the mid-stage of a First-level Martial Artist, yet it still took him a considerable amount of time to barely succeed.

Therefore, challenging the third level immediately after reaching Level Two Martial Artist offered virtually no hope!

This time, however, the surge in his Qi and Blood gave him considerable confidence.

Whether he could succeed or not, he had to try!

As Jiang Fan spoke, the space shifted.

A figure clad in ancient official attire instantly appeared on the stage.

He wore a Flying Fish uniform, his clothes luxurious yet exuding a chilling aura.

The intricate patterns, meticulously embroidered with fine stitches, displayed an imposing presence that inspired awe.

His robust build strained the upper garment of his clothes tightly, as if filled with boundless explosive power.

At his waist hung a long, narrow Spring Embroidered Saber.

At this moment, his right hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the Spring Embroidered Saber. Jiang Fan's gaze fell upon his hand, and he could faintly discern the cold glint exposed between the hilt and the scabbard.

It was an Imperial Guard!

And he was armed.

This was the first time he'd encountered an opponent with a weapon. Jiang Fan, facing him unarmed, couldn't help but feel a bit tense, his eyes fixed on the opponent's every move.

Almost instantaneously, the Imperial Guard's feet pushed off the ground, and he charged forward.

Concurrently, his hand, gripping the Spring Embroidered Saber, shot out like lightning.

The Spring Embroidered Saber was unsheathed with a clear, crisp ringing sound, slashing towards Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan's expression changed. He focused on the opponent's movements and slid sideways.

Upon regaining his footing, he saw the opponent attacking again.

Just as Jiang Fan prepared to evade once more, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head. The world spun, and his consciousness instantly returned to the training room.

Jiang Fan opened his eyes, completely bewildered.

He touched his head, which still ached, and remained in a daze.

It seemed he hadn't even made physical contact with the Imperial Guard, and the tip of the saber was still three meters away from him.

But during his second evasion, it felt as if something had pierced his head, instantly rendering him unable to act.

What was that thing?

Jiang Fan refused to believe it and initiated a second challenge.

A few seconds later, he found himself back in the training room.

At this point, he could finally confirm that he had likely been attacked remotely by something from the Imperial Guard.

What exactly was it?

If this was the case, how could he possibly complete the later challenges?

Jiang Fan suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Jiang Fan continued his research at the Thunder Martial Hall.

He attempted a few more times, but there was no progress. So, he decided to put it aside and focus on his cultivation.

Thus, without realizing it, it was already around ten o'clock in the evening.

He checked the time in the training room, quickly tidied up, and headed back to his aunt's house.

Upon arriving home, Su Qingwan had already prepared the meal.

Ma Ning and the others had already eaten.

"Xiao Fan, why are you back so late today?"

"I saved some food for you. Eat up!"

Jiang Fan gave a brief explanation and then sat down, shoveling food into his mouth.

Since his appetite had increased, he now ate at least six bowls of rice each meal. Su Qingwan had prepared a whole pot for him this time.

After devouring the meal with the speed of a whirlwind, Jiang Fan looked around the room, not seeing Ma Jiang, and asked.

"Where's my aunt's husband?"

Su Qingwan smiled and replied.

"He has to go back to work at the patrol team tomorrow. I told him to get an early night and adjust his schedule!"

Jiang Fan's brow furrowed upon hearing this.

"He's going back to work so soon? Why not rest at home for a bit longer!"

Su Qingwan shrugged.

"I said the same thing, but he can't sit still!"

"Just let him go then!"

Jiang Fan recalled their conversation in the living room last time. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

At this point, if Ma Jiang didn't go to work, he'd probably be even more anxious at home.

It would be good for him to get some fresh air!

As for money, the 50,000 Blue Star Coins he gave her last time should still be around.

After this auction, he'd have more income, and he'd find another suitable reason to give Su Qingwan some.

Jiang Fan finished his meal, and Su Qingwan went to the kitchen to clear the dishes.

Just as Jiang Fan was about to head back to his room, Ma Ning quietly slipped out of her room.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Fan asked, surprised.

Ma Ning usually rested early and would be asleep by this time.

Ma Ning whispered.

"I was waiting for you to come back!"

As she spoke, she quietly slipped a bottle into his hand. Jiang Fan looked at it and was stunned on the spot.