No, ten times!
"Old Yan, what exactly is that Spirit-Nurturing Powder you mentioned?" Just then, an old man who had been watching earlier stepped forward and asked curiously.
"You don't even know that?"
The scruffy old man rolled his eyes at him and said sourly, "Spirit-Nurturing Powder is rich in spiritual energy. It's immensely beneficial for refining Eighth-Tier Pills, and people can also absorb it to catch a glimpse of the Tier 8 realm!"
"What?! There's actually something that good?" The old man was astonished, his eyes lighting up.
"Quick, quick! That lad shouldn't have gone far yet. Let's catch up and see if we can trade him for the Spirit-Nurturing Powder!"
"Exactly, we... wait, why can't I remember what that lad looked like?"
"Ah! Neither can I! Why can't I remember his face?"
"What on earth is going on?!"
The alchemists who had seen Qin Chen were all shocked by this discovery.
They had intended to find Qin Chen, but the moment they took a step, they realized something was wrong.
In their memories, that face, always wearing a faint smile, had unknowingly grown increasingly blurred, as though veiled behind layer upon layer of clouds and mist.
They remembered only that he was a young man. No matter how hard they tried, they could not recall his actual appearance.
Of course they could not remember Qin Chen's appearance. A layer of soul power had enveloped him the entire time, blocking others from probing him.
The alchemists who had watched earlier were at most in the late Mortal Realm. Their soul cultivation fell far short of his, so naturally, they could not retain his appearance in their memories.
Meanwhile, after leaving, Qin Chen soon found Xiao Yan and his companion, who were already prepared. The three turned into streaks of