These Legs Can Kill

"Master, I-I've successfully refined the pills!"

Qin Lan Shan seemed to notice the strange look in his eyes and hurriedly changed the subject.

She took out a Jade Bottle containing the pills and solemnly handed it to him.

A faintly smug smile inevitably appeared on her gentle, breathtakingly beautiful face.

"Oh? This progress is rather beyond my expectations. Not bad, not bad."

Su Qing opened the Jade Bottle, took a look inside, and praised her.

He had originally been prepared to stay up all night working by lamplight. This was not something easy to refine.

Yet unexpectedly, the Shopkeeper had given him a pleasant surprise.

Together with that surge of true qi from not long ago, the surprises really had come one after another.

The young man's mood improved considerably, and he directly placed his hand atop Elder Sister's head.

Her soft, silky black hair felt exceptionally pleasant, making him want to stroke it from beginning to end.

"Master, what are you..."

Qin Lan Shan felt that gentleness, something she had never experienced before, and her heart trembled once more.

"Mm, this is your reward for succeeding. Sister Qin must have put a great deal of care into it."

Su Qing calmly explained.

Qin Lan Shan, who had initially found it somewhat pleasant, now had a trace of astonishment in her eyes.

This was a reward?

But what kind of reward was this? She was not some child—she was older than him!

She should not be treated this way. Had he not realized that?

Qin Lan Shan did not voice those words. She merely puffed out her cheeks slightly in a weak protest.

Unfortunately, though she possessed reserve and dignity, she simply lacked the courage.

Making a protesting expression was already an extremely brave thing for her.

As for actually saying something, she did not have the nerve.

"With these pills, your Foster Father can be saved tomorrow."

"The effect of these pills is very simple: they can increase one's Lifespan."

"If they are presented to the Yan Emperor, Duke of Tang will naturally be safe."

Su Qing explained how the pills were to be used.

He had deliberately not made it clear before, just to prevent the Shopkeeper from becoming anxious.

Pill refinement required a calm and steady mind. Failing to control one's emotions could easily lead to failure.

"Huh?"

After hearing this, Qin Lan Shan froze completely.

"You thought I forced you to refine pills because I was bullying you? I was merely trying to stimulate your potential."

"Without my urging, who knew how long it would have taken before you successfully formed a pill? By then, it would have been too late."

Su Qing looked at those startled eyes, his tone exceptionally gentle.

Feeling the warmth from the young man's hand, Qin Lan Shan was overcome with guilt.

Had she not suspected before that he was merely looking for amusement?

That was not the case at all!

"With these pills, many troubles will cease to exist. Sister Qin deserves great credit."

"Go back and rest properly. You've been tired all day as well."

After saying this, Su Qing rose and left at once.

As the warmth on top of her head vanished, Qin Lan Shan inexplicably felt reluctant to let it go.

She watched the young man leave with longing eyes, her gaze filled with complicated emotions.

Without a doubt, he was quite a terrible master, exceptionally skilled at bullying people.

But... it seemed that everything bad he did had a reason behind it.

He had treated her that way when they first met because she had wanted to drag the Realm Protectorate into the matter.

And he had treated her that way today only so that he could save her Foster Father.

What did she need to do, then?

She did not need to do anything. She only needed to obediently listen to him.

Her gaze became even more docile, a sign that her obedience had increased further.

Su Qing paid no attention to the Little Slave's thoughts and instead found a Quiet Room.

That surge of true qi from not long ago had further increased his strength.

Having realized the benefits of strength, he naturally wanted to improve himself a little more.

He calmed his mind and focused his spirit, guiding his true qi as he prepared to cultivate without relying on the pendant.

Half an hour later, he slowly finished his cultivation and realized something.

When it came to cultivation talent, the only word that could describe him was mediocre.

If he had been one of those geniuses, he surely would have gained some insight after breaking through in cultivation.

Unfortunately, such things had nothing to do with him.

After his strength had improved somewhat, he could sense the state of his own body.

His physical condition had further strengthened, his vitality was vigorous, and the true qi within him could now independently form a minor circulation...

For someone with his aptitude, that seemed like an exceptionally fruitful result.

There was an extremely clear distinction between cultivation realms.

Third-Rate True Qi was like a stream, while Second-Rate True Qi was like a great river.

By merely accumulating experience and time, anyone who persisted in cultivation for several decades could become a Second-Rate expert.

This process was the so-called stage of accumulating quantitative change.

Without the pendant, improving his strength would naturally have been unimaginably difficult.

Even with cultivation methods, mediocre aptitude would make the cultivation process extraordinarily long.

Fortunately, the Shopkeeper's true qi feedback allowed him to skip those years and avoid bitterly toiling away himself.

What was even worse was that advancing to First-Rate could no longer be accomplished through true qi accumulation alone.

Reaching that level required sufficient aptitude. It required qualitative change.

One had to run true qi throughout the entire body, forming the Great Cycle of the Heavens and controlling it as easily as one controlled an arm.

At that point, one could nearly be considered to have reached the limits of an ordinary mortal.

It could also be called... the Peak of the Acquired Realm!

Although the true qi provided by the Shopkeeper was convenient, it could only support him up to Second-Rate.

If he wanted to go any further, he would have to win over that Goddess he had met once.

He had to hurry and make arrangements. Fortunately, the pills were already in his hands.

Everything was under his control, and his plan was advancing steadily.

Once he resolved the Tian Family's crisis of trust, he would begin the hunt!

Thinking of this, he could not help feeling excited and impatient.

Once he made up for his deficient aptitude, he would be able to improve his strength far more efficiently and quickly.

Once he fixed the problems with his body, that would be when the world truly became his oyster.

Just then, Su Qing suddenly felt a gust of cold wind behind him.

He had just closed his eyes to examine the state of his body, but he abruptly opened them and looked in one direction.

An uninvited guest had silently appeared in the room.

The visitor wore a black Night Suit, perfectly displaying her golden-ratio figure.

A pair of black high heels covered her long, straight, beautiful legs.

Her face was concealed beneath a black hood, though a pair of eyes could vaguely be seen.

Those eyes carried undisguised coldness and pressure.

Compared to her stunningly alluring figure, the object in her hand was even more eye-catching.

It was a sharp Longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold, chilling light.

Clearly, this uninvited guest had not come to catch up with an old acquaintance.

In that instant, Su Qing felt himself enveloped by an icy aura.

The sensation of a blade at his back made the hairs on his body stand on end.

Clearly, a life-and-death crisis stood before him!