A sinner of the Holy Land, My Shoulder Is Very Slippery

"Holy Son, Yang Chan of the Spiritual Medicine Tower must have prepared long ago. Our plan may fail!"

Lu Feng came to the courtyard where Quasi Holy Son Gongye Zhe resided. After reporting his results, he slowly voiced his speculation.

Provocation worked when it enraged someone on the spot. Once they had time to think it over, it became useless.

When his first attempt outside the Spiritual Medicine Tower failed, he had already felt that things were not going well. By the time there was still no result after the third attempt, he had guessed that their plan would be unlikely to go as they wished.

Even with their half-month agreement, this period was enough for Yang Chan to make his choice and bring their plan to an end without a sound.

Knowing this, Lu Feng had personally come to Gongye Zhe's courtyard to report.

It was not that he had not tried hard enough. The enemy was simply too cunning.

He had none of the bearing of a genius Pharmacist. He was far too steady, not giving him even the tiniest sliver of an opportunity.

"Even if we cannot destroy his confidence, we can still make Yang Chan lose face and vent the anger of those Spiritual Medicine Tower disciples!"

"Pharmacist Lu's alchemy is somewhat stronger than Yang Chan's. Even if Yang Chan chooses to refine an Internal Refinement pill, Pharmacist Lu, you can still defeat him in that regard!"

"As long as you beat Yang Chan, that is enough!"

"During this time, Pharmacist Lu can try refining more Internal Refinement-level pills and let him see that even with the same Internal Refinement pills, there is still a gap between you!"

Upon hearing this, Gongye Zhe knew things could no longer proceed as he had imagined. But since they