Chen Lin looked at Qin Churan.
Not bad.
That punch had packed roughly seven or eight hundred jin of force.
It still didn't hurt him in the slightest, but he could sense that the vitality coursing through Qin Churan's body was more than ten times that of an ordinary person.
With her current strength, she could take down four or five Jiaolong Guards single-handedly without trouble.
Thud!
Another dull impact sounded.
Qin Churan pulled back her fist.
She looked down at her reddened, slightly swollen knuckles, then at the man opposite her, whose collar hadn't even shifted.
Her hand dropped.
She clenched it, then relaxed it again.
"Very good."
Chen Lin nodded.
"You're improving quickly. Keep it up."
Qin Churan pressed her lips tightly together, desperately trying to suppress the smile threatening to tug them upward.
She failed.
She quickly turned her head, leaving Chen Lin with a glimpse of her reddened ear.
With the assessment finished, Chen Lin turned his attention back to business.
He opened the two wooden boxes Qin Changhai had sent over.
The rich medicinal fragrance of two century-old wild ginseng roots instantly filled the air.
It was time to refine a batch of Youth-Locking Pills.
He took out his phone and called Song Qiuya.
He asked her to send over a batch of supplementary herbs for pill refining immediately.
Century-old polygonum multiflorum, century-old Solomon's seal, and century-old reishi-he needed all three.
With the Autumn Forest Group's current resources, gathering these things was child's play.
Less than half an hour later.
The piercing roar of an engine approached from the distance.
Vroom!
A fiery red Ferrari LaFerrari raced up to the entrance of the Farmhouse Courtyard.
It swung its rear around in a beautiful drift and came to a steady stop.
The door lifted upward.
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