When Tong Jiuyang saw Huang Xiao nod, he could not help sighing. "The Medicine King Hall's pills truly are unique in this world, and they certainly have the power to prolong Li Jiqian's life. A Seven Spirit Blade! That old monster Wan Qingteng certainly profited."
"Old monster?" Huang Xiao was somewhat surprised. Tong Jiuyang's way of referring to Wan Qingteng was rather interesting.
"He is an old monster. In fact, everyone in the Medicine King Hall is a monster. They're all monsters who have lived for who knows how many years. That cultivation method is simply too bizarre, too unnatural," Tong Jiuyang said.
"Then Wan Qingteng is much older than you, Divine Lord?" Huang Xiao asked.
"That's right. In terms of age alone, even I would probably count as a junior before Wan Qingteng. Still, he's merely lived a little longer. Fortunately, miraculous though the Everlasting Spring Youth-Restoring Art is, it isn't particularly powerful. Otherwise, with every one of those old monsters possessing such immensely deep internal power, what would become of us?" Tong Jiuyang said.
Huang Xiao understood what Tong Jiuyang meant. After all, he practiced the Everlasting Spring Youth-Restoring Art himself and knew that its power indeed fell short of certain other extraordinary arts.
Its advantage, however, lay in the depth of its internal power. No matter how slowly that internal power grew, how vast must the reserves of an old monster like Wan Qingteng be, when there was no telling whether he had lived for over a hundred years or several hundred?
In the Jianghu, there was probably no one who could match the people of the Medicine King Hall in sheer depth of internal power. Even the master of the Taixuan Sect would not dare claim otherwise.
But deep internal power did not necessarily mean great