Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The others who were praised were either especially old, or deacons or elders.    

Deacons and elders were all people with no future.    

Except for his father and Sect Master, he did not put anyone in his eyes.    

But today.    

Qin Ming had stolen his limelight.    

How could this be?    

Xi Hsing felt that the praises around him had lessened. He seemed to have seen Qin Ming slowly rise up in the sect until he was left behind.    

Qin Ming had only been in the sect for three to four months, and he had already gained such a great reputation. He would definitely be able to make a name for himself in the future.    

Although his father was Vice Sect Leader, the sect was not ruled by his father.    

If he wasn't strong enough, his position would most likely be snatched away by Qin Ming.    

In the Moon Wolf Sect, strength was the most important.    

"Qin Ming, you're just an Alchemist. Why did you come here instead of concocting pills?" Xi Hsing walked to Qin Ming's side and said indifferently. "If you are not careful and get injured, it will affect your concoction process, and the sect will suffer a great loss."    

On the surface, they were concerned, but everyone could tell that Qin Ming was overestimating himself.    

Hearing Xi Hsing's words, Qin Ming raised his head and said with a faint smile: "You are not afraid of injuries, how can I be afraid?"    

"Qin Ming, how dare you compare yourself with the young master? Do you know that the young master is a peak Origin Scholar Nine Layer? He will soon become an Earth Warrior."    

"You only know how to concoct pills. In terms of martial arts, what right do you have to talk to the young master?"    

Before Xi Hsing could say anything, a man with a sideways glance walked out from behind him. He pointed at Qin Ming and scolded him loudly.    

The other people who surrounded Xi Hsing also pointed at Qin Ming and pointed at him at the same time.    

When they saw this tense scene, how could they not know that Qin Ming and Xi Hsing had a deep grudge against each other?    

All of a sudden, the people who were surrounding Qin Ming retreated, drawing a clear line between them and Qin Ming.    

They heard that Qin Ming's talent in alchemy was very good. That was why they were by Qin Ming's side. They only hoped that Qin Ming would become rich in the future. They could let him drink some soup from the gaps between their fingers.    

However, Qin Ming had offended Xi Hsing. If they were still standing behind Qin Ming, it was very likely that they would be hated by Xi Hsing.    

Whether it was Qin Ming who would become Heavenly Pill Master in the future or Xi Hsing who was now Vice Sect Leader's son, there was no need to consider this.    

It was true that Qin Ming was a Pill Tao genius.    

However, no matter how great the potential of a Pill Tao genius was, it was still just a genius.    

First of all, it was not possible for Qin Ming's talent to suddenly drop while he was on the path of alchemy.    

Even if this didn't happen, it would still be a long way for Heavenly Pill Master. Who knew if there would be any accidents along the way?    

They didn't have much of a relationship with Qin Ming, so they definitely wouldn't stand by Qin Ming's side and make Xi Hsing their enemy.    

Seeing that the people surrounding Qin Ming had left, a smile emerged on Xi Hsing's face.    

"It seems like although Qin Ming has some reputation in the sect, compared to me, he is still far inferior."    

Thinking of this, Xi Hsing felt delighted in his heart.    

He looked at Qin Ming, who was standing there, and wanted to see the disappointment and fear on his face.    

Unexpectedly, Qin Ming's expression didn't change at all. He was still as calm as ever.    

It seemed like the departure of the people around him had no effect on Qin Ming.    

Xi Hsing's heart sank when he saw this scene.    

Initially, he thought that he had dealt a blow to Qin Ming and won the match, but he didn't expect that Qin Ming wouldn't care about it at all.    

He felt as if he had punched cotton, as if he was a clown.