Alchemy & Martial Supreme

1The scar-faced Martial Cultivator cupped his hands. Zheng Zhong said, "May I ask who you are?"    

    

The scar-faced Martial Cultivator had been to the north and south and had seen many people. However, he knew that some of the Martial Cultivator cultivated by some big families were invincible amongst those of the same level.    

    

Even if the three of them joined together, it was still impossible for them to be a match for such an outstanding talent.    

    

He was also afraid that he would run into one. For such an existence, he had to first inquire about its origins.    

    

"Alright, can I leave now?" Qin Ming said indifferently. He didn't have the time to talk nonsense with these people. He still had to look for the Spiritual Plant, as well as the buildings for cultivation.    

    

"You..." The burly man with the saber and Martial Cultivator said furiously, "My big brother asked you a question. Didn't you hear him?"    

    

They were existences that stirred up the winds and rain on the continent. When had they ever been looked down upon like this? This middle-aged man ignored the three of them. It was truly infuriating.    

    

He also did not understand why his big brother did not directly make a move and was still chattering here and there.    

    

"I heard it." Qin Ming nodded and said, "I don't care about the matters here. Can I leave now?"    

    

When the scar-faced Martial Cultivator heard Qin Ming's words, he looked up and down at Qin Ming with uncertainty.    

    

"Please take us with you. No matter what you want us to do, we are willing to do anything. We can even be slaves. As long as we can find the pill to cure father, we can do anything." The woman heard Qin Ming's words and could tell that the scar-faced Martial Cultivator was afraid of the middle-aged man in front of her.    

    

Although she didn't know why she was afraid of him, if this middle-aged man could take them away, why would she care?    

    

Qin Ming looked at the two girls, then looked at the tall tower in the distance. He didn't say anything.    

    

The scar-faced Martial Cultivator thought for a moment, and said, "Alright, please." He moved aside, as if he was willing to let Qin Ming go.    

    

Qin Ming nodded and walked towards the two men. He originally wanted to go to the tower and not go back. Since the scar-faced man was willing to let him go, of course he wanted to continue heading towards his destination.    

    

The burly man looked at the scar-faced Martial Cultivator, his eyes seemed to be asking, "Do you really want to let him go? This seems to be a fat sheep."    

    

Qin Ming's Qi was like that of a big family. He also had the Qi of a great figure that he couldn't get rid of. Anyone could tell that he wasn't a simple man, which was why he had attracted the attention of the bandits.    

    

After all, Qin Ming was a Pill Monarch in his previous life, and he was a top tier Pill Monarch. He was respected by everyone, and the people that came and went were all existences at the level of Martial Saint and Martial Sovereign.    

    

There were also countless servants that were under his command. Amongst these servants, there were countless Martial Emperor and Martial King. How could his aura be lacking?    

    

Although his cultivation base hadn't reached the Martial Emperor Stage in his previous life, and he didn't have any connections in his previous life, in this life, he was a Pill God, and a Divine Grade innate ability Pill God.    

    

Whether it was a God Level innate ability or a Pill Tao, none of them could be compared to him in his previous life.    

    

More importantly, he didn't have a good foundation in his previous life. Even if he was a Pill Monarch, he wouldn't be able to change his foundation. In his previous life, he could only have one Martial Emperor.    

    

This life was different. He was a Divine level innate ability, and he had a foundation in martial arts. If he cultivated it step by step, he would at least be able to reach the Martial Saint realm.    

    

Furthermore, in this life, none of his family members had died. His heart was perfect, and he was full of confidence. He was not someone ordinary people could compare with.    

    

This was also true. This was also the reason why Qin Yuan, as the head of the family, had never asked Qin Ming about the things he did.    

    

Qin Ming had an imposing manner that no one dared to ignore, and they couldn't help but believe him.    

    

Confidence was contagious.