"Say, Chen Ping, why do you know so much about doping? Doesn't your shop only sell supplements without side effects?"
With Jiang Nannan treating him like an idiot, Xu Sanshi hurriedly changed the subject.
"From what you're saying, most of the Soul Kings and Soul Ancestors in this tournament, and even previous tournaments, squeezed out their future potential to forcibly realize all their cultivation levels before twenty, giving up the possibility of cultivating steadily afterward and climbing another step beyond the top of a hundred-foot pole."
"That isn't your specialty, either. How come you know even more than Bei Bei, a Tang Sect disciple?"
Before Chen Ping could explain anything, Bei Bei's face darkened.
This guy always loved bringing up the sorest subject. Bei Bei was reluctant to go around telling people that the Tang Sect specialized in doping. After all, that was hardly something to be proud of at Shrek. He had not expected Xu Sanshi to bring it up first.
Chen Ping rolled his eyes and shot a scornful look at Xu Sanshi, who had fled blindly down any available path to change the subject, before explaining.
"Who told you everything my shop sells is free of side effects? The supplements I sell don't affect your future cultivation potential. That doesn't mean they have no side effects whatsoever. Take the Power of Purple Sweet Potato Spirit, which greatly boosts physical performance. Your face turns purplish red after you use it."
"Besides, I don't just use the supplements sold in my shop. I've injected far more of those drugs that damage future cultivation talent than those guys in the Soul Fighting Arena."
Chen Ping rose onto his tiptoes to watch the distant match and chuckled. "Most of the drugs they inject are just one or two kinds that stimulate