Senior Brother Lu, when are you going to pay back the thousand Spirit Stones you owe me? Within Ten Thousand Immortal City, several dazzling streaks of escape-light occasionally swept across the sky.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Zhao Hao walked along the broad bluestone road. His burly figure, coupled with the Foundation Establishment Realm pressure he made no effort to restrain, made the surrounding Qi Refining Realm cultivators instinctively move aside.
He had no mind to bother with any of them; his thoughts were still turning over that young Alchemist named Li Ming.
Just now, when they had signed the Heavenly Demon Contract in the City Lord's Mansion, the flash of disdain that had passed through that kid's eyes had been caught by Zhao Hao.
Three days ago, when the final round of competition had ended.
Originally, Zhao Hao had thought that by refining two mid-grade Crimson Origin Pulse-Forging Pills, he should have been able to steadily take that Golden Core Formation Pill.
But reality had given him a solid lesson.
That female cultivator called Xuan Su had actually relied on an extremely terrifying foundation in the Dao of alchemy and her ability to deduce medicinal properties to complete that tattered ancient pill formula with only seven trial-and-error furnace openings!
Not only had she completed it, she had even truly refined a furnace of Crimson Origin Pulse-Forging Pills—and three whole pills of mid-grade quality at that!
A freak like that, relying purely on talent, left Zhao Hao with no choice but to admit defeat.
Fortunately, the reward for second place was also quite generous: three practical second-rank pill formulas, one third-rank pill formula, and an accompanying batch of five-hundred-year-old spirit herbs.
Earlier today, Xuan Su, Li Ming, and he, who had taken the top three, had been