Qin Shaofeng's Counterattack

"What?"

Qin Shaofeng's words left everyone present stunned.

No one had expected him to simply admit it.

Fang Zai Shan was startled too, but soon burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Good, you admit it! You outsider scoundrel dared to deceive my medical hall—"

"Wait!"

Qin Shaofeng cut off Fang Zai Shan's laughter, looking thoroughly exasperated. "I say, Old Fang! Fine, your surname is Fang, but could you stop being so square-headed? When did I ever admit I was an outsider?"

Old Fang?

Fang Zai Shan's anger flared. "You little thief, still trying to wriggle out of it? You just said you possessed alchemy techniques. Doesn't that prove you're an outsider?"

"Possessing alchemy techniques makes me an outsider?"

Qin Shaofeng looked momentarily baffled. Then he gave Fang Zai Shan an exaggerated once-over, top to bottom. Only when Fang Zai Shan began to look uncomfortable did he speak. "I say, Old Fang, could you try not to be so muddleheaded? If I remember correctly, a long time ago, we medicinal practitioners were merely potion-makers. In the beginning, medicinal practitioners didn't know how to refine pills. You do know where pills came from, don't you? Are you still going to claim that possessing alchemy techniques makes me an outsider?"

Fang Zai Shan was left speechless by Qin Shaofeng's words. He had forgotten about that.

Qin Shaofeng was right. In the beginning, there had been no pills here. The earliest medicinal practitioners weren't called medicinal practitioners at all, but potion-makers.

Qin Shaofeng had read all this in Old Master Liu's book. At first, he hadn't understood it very well, but now the truth was clear to him.

The existence of pills had probably come about because outsiders like him had brought them here.

That led Qin Shaofeng to suspect that people from the Origin Continent