Three-Grade Pill Saint
At this point, even outsiders like Shentu Zhanfeng, Nie Tianhou, and Bai Rushuang could see the enormous gap between Lin Shiqing and Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian had already successfully refined a batch of immortal pills, while no one knew how much longer Lin Shiqing would need before finishing.
In everyone's eyes, Lin Shiqing's earlier aggressive suppression had been nothing more than a joke. If Lu Xiaotian had not held back, Lin Shiqing would never have gotten off with merely spitting blood.
Nie Tianhou and Shentu Zhanfeng both looked at Lu Xiaotian with a trace of shock. Seeing that Lin Shiquan was a disciple of a One Transformation Daoist, they had previously been somewhat cold toward Lu Xiaotian. Lin Shiquan's alchemical attainments were indeed extraordinary. Who could have imagined that Lu Xiaotian had reached such an astonishing level and would defeat Lin Shiquan with ease?
If their strengths had been comparable, or even if Lu Xiaotian had only been slightly stronger, then if they had been forced to choose between them, they would have sided with the more familiar Lin Shiquan. But when the gap between them was so vast, the situation was different. After all, Lin Shiquan was merely the disciple of a fourth-grade Pill Saint. Compared with someone who had a chance of becoming a fourth-grade Pill Saint, his weight was ultimately far less.
"Junior Brother, why must you do this?" Meng Changzai was anxiously rubbing his hands at the side. Earlier, during the clash of pill energy, even though Lu Xiaotian had injured Lin Shiqing with his pill energy, Lin Shiqing could have stopped and gone back to recuperate for a while, after which he would naturally have recovered.
Yet Lin Shiqing had an exceedingly stubborn temperament. He actually suppressed his internal injuries and continued