Poisonous Scheme

"Whoa!"

A chorus of sharp intakes of breath burst from the crowd.

That pile of iron ingots weighed at least ten thousand jin; Old Zhang the blacksmith knew that better than anyone.

It would not have been strange for a cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Realm to lift it with Spiritual Power, but there was not the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power on Lin Changhe.

The market grew quieter and quieter.

Old Zhang stared at Lin Changhe's arms. The veins on them had not bulged, nor had his muscles swelled. He held up a ten-thousand-jin weight with an expression no different from carrying a bowl to drink soup.

What made people's scalps prickle even more was his skin.

It was clear and bright, carrying a fine sheen, like top-quality warm jade.

No green veins, no blackening, and certainly no signs of mutation.

His complexion was better than that of most mortals in the city.

Lin Changhe set down the stack of iron ingots and lightly patted the rust from his hands.

"This is Vow Power."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but the several hundred people in the market heard him clearly.

"My name is Lin Changhe. I used to guard the mine at the Extreme Bone Sect. My Spirit Root was low-grade, my aptitude was at the bottom, and in my whole life I never broke through Qi Refining."

"Three months ago, I began cultivating the Vow Power method. I didn't take pills, didn't gather spiritual energy. Just one word: train."

"Now you've all seen it."

Someone in the crowd shouted, "How do you prove you didn't take Spirit Stones or pills? Maybe the Yang Clan poured something into you!"

Lin Changhe turned his head and glanced at that person.

"Come here."

That person shrank his neck, then was