When the fierce battle erupted moments earlier, surging force had overturned the dozen or so medicine crates he had brought from the Azure Wave Medicine Market.
Crate after crate of high-grade spiritual materials had spilled across the ground, scattered in a chaotic mess among dirt, dead leaves, and broken stones.
Lin Fan gently exhaled a breath of stale air, his thoughts settling.
He knew perfectly well.
Those two had to die today. Neither could be left alive.
If he let either one escape, news of his true cultivation in the late transforming force realm would immediately spread throughout the Ten Thousand Treasures Main Hall, the entire Commandery City, and even the whole Great Zhao Dynasty.
Then, with both his cultivation and his alchemy so heaven-defying at such a young age, he would instantly become the foremost target of every great power.
Endless trouble, endless prying eyes, and endless powerful enemies would soon come one after another.
But if he revealed only his heaven-defying alchemy, those great powers might be astonished, yet they would not take it too seriously.
Alchemy was merely an auxiliary art. Warriors truly blessed with exceptional martial aptitude disdained practicing such arts.
Wouldn't that time be better spent practicing martial techniques and improving their cultivation? Once their cultivation was high enough, would they still lack silver or pills?
In the eyes of top experts, alchemy was like chicken ribs—little meat to savor, yet a pity to discard. Beyond earning a little money, it had little use.
Thus, even though Lin Fan had now revealed his top-tier alchemy, few martial experts had come to pry into his secrets. They paid more attention to the pills he produced, buying them as soon as they could.
It was like seeing an old hen that could lay eggs. A person's first