Seeing Chen Changming brush aside his test so lightly, the middle-aged man surnamed Qian's expression shifted slightly. He then swiftly exchanged glances with the others.
The four rapidly exchanged opinions through voice transmission.
"This man is far too mysterious. We must not put ourselves in danger. You saw the power of that demonic talisman. If he has a second one in hand, I fear not one of the four of us will make it out alive."
The middle-aged man surnamed Qian transmitted, his tone grave.
"Elder Qian is right."
Li Houhai sighed, his heart filled with helplessness and bitterness. He slowly said, "As for that healing Divine Ability, I fear we can only try to obtain it through a transaction. The path of taking it by force is no longer viable."
He recalled how, last time, he had sent his sworn younger brother Bai Cangshan away and rushed back to the Medicine Sect headquarters. After exhausting every argument, he had finally persuaded three elders at the third layer of the Fusion Realm to accompany him. He had thought nothing could go wrong—that they could capture Chen Changming in one fell swoop and force out that healing Divine Ability.
But reality had dealt him a blow to the head—the trump cards of this Body Cultivator had far exceeded everyone's expectations.
If Steel Sword Elder and the others had not arrived first, and they had attacked the moment they came up, then one of the four of them would certainly have died.
"Let's try! As long as the terms are generous enough, this man may not be unwilling to sell that healing Divine Ability to our Medicine Sect."
The middle-aged man surnamed Qian transmitted, a trace of uncertain hope in his tone.
"Actually, this man is quite strong and has such a