"They're human, after all. They can't escape fame and fortune." Huang Xiao understood. Treating him would probably require many rare and precious medicinal ingredients, and even the Medicine King Hall would begrudge wasting them on a stranger like him. At this thought, Huang Xiao felt even more grateful to Old Sun, not merely for the gift of his cultivation art, but because Old Sun had clearly paid an enormous price to keep him alive during his treatment. Huang Xiao did not know what that price was, but he knew it was beyond his imagination.
"Of course, once you're strong enough to fear neither the people of the Jianghu nor the Medicine King Hall, you'll no longer need to conceal your cultivation method," Old Sun said with a faint smile.
Hearing this, Huang Xiao was somewhat speechless. From Old Sun's words, it seemed he would probably never achieve that in his lifetime. Moreover, the Medicine King Hall was clearly shrouded in mystery, and its strength was naturally difficult to fathom. If he ever reached the point where he need not fear the Medicine King Hall, few in the Jianghu would be his match, would they?
Still, Huang Xiao asked with some curiosity, "Patriarch, what realm would I have to reach before I needn't fear them? The Peak Realm? Or the Peerless Realm above it?"
Old Sun shook his head. "In any case, your cultivation is insufficient now, and you're not yet qualified to know those things. Once your strength reaches that level, those secrets of the Jianghu will naturally reveal themselves to you. As for what realm, it's one beyond your imagination. Just think of it as the Peerless Realm. It's far too distant for you."
*Yes, how distant such a realm is from me. I can still imagine reaching the