At the thought of a Grandmaster, the two of them became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their breathing turning rapid.
They moved in different circles from Meng Zhao. As gang members who lorded it over the prefectural city, their horizons were limited. To them, the Heavenly King was already an invincible demon god; a Grandmaster was practically an immortal walking the earth, a great figure capable of lifting even their chickens and dogs to heaven.
If the Heavenly King could advance to the Grandmaster Realm, their current power and status rising tenfold would be nothing. That was the might and influence of a Grandmaster martial artist—transcending the mundane and entering the sacred.
They might not even need to take the once-dreaded Fire Dragon Cave seriously anymore.
After all, at least openly, Fire Dragon Cave had no Grandmaster-level expert.
"Th-this thing is really that powerful?"
Yuan Qing was rather straightforward. Though delighted, he still found it hard to believe. Could such a bizarre thing really help the Heavenly King advance to the Grandmaster Realm? Wasn't that a little too fantastical?
If it were refined into some divine pill or miraculous medicine, and its medicinal power used to charge at the Grandmaster Realm, that would at least make some sense.
But now, without knowing alchemy or medicine-making, he dared to set his sights on the Grandmaster Realm. Wasn't that far too rash?
Fortunately, he was an old brother valued and trusted by the Heavenly King. If it had been anyone else, how could they have been allowed to question him like this?
"Haha, Heaven favors me. I obtained a secret art and found the crucial item for it: the Flesh Tai Sui. As long as I proceed according to the methods related to this secret art,