Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Elder Xiao Yun actually went in. Could it be that Qin Ming really has a backer?"    

"That's not right!"    

"Elder Xiao Yun is in charge of accepting the Martial Cultivator from the small world. That's why he knows Qin Ming."    

"Could it be that Elder Xiao Yun found out that Qin Ming is very talented?"    

For a moment, Zhang Ziqing couldn't understand.    

With Qin Ming's current talent, he was indeed worthy of being recruited by the elder.    

However, it wasn't to the extent where the elders would come personally.    

It seemed like Elder Xiao Yun had attached great importance to Qin Ming since a long time ago.    

"No wonder I keep feeling a faintly discernible aura surrounding Qin Ming's stone house. It turns out that Elder Xiao Yun is protecting him."    

Thinking of this, Zhang Ziqing felt a lingering fear.    

It was strictly forbidden for disciples to kill each other in the sect. If he rushed into Qin Ming's room to kill him, he would be caught by Elder Xiao Yun on the spot. Even the Eldest Young Master wouldn't be able to protect him.    

Furthermore, given Qin Ming's talent, it was most likely that Xiao Yun would kill him as soon as he attacked.    

Xiao Yun was a Celestial Scholar. He was not someone a puny Origin Scholar like him could deal with.    

"If I can't rush in, then how should I kill Qin Ming?"    

Zhang Ziqing frowned.    

He had waited for more than a month. During this month, Qin Ming did not leave his house. This made him want to rush in a few times.    

He wanted to give up, but the young master was furious. If he went back like this, wouldn't he be beaten to death?    

……    

Time passed by slowly. It had been one and a half months since Qin Ming started cultivating in seclusion.    

On this day, the sun shone down from the horizon. Through the paper window, it hit Qin Ming, who was sitting cross-legged, and reflected some light.    

"Squeak..."    

A soft sound was heard in Qin Ming's room. His body, which had not moved for half a month, trembled. Qin Ming opened his eyes, and a dark light flashed in his bright eyes.    

Qin Ming stood up calmly and stretched his muscles.    

"Finally, an Origin Scholar Nine Layer."    

After a month of cultivation, Qin Ming had finally broken through to the Origin Scholar Nine Layer from the second level of the Origin Scholar.    

Although he had been cultivating day and night for more than a month, Qin Ming did not find it boring at all. Instead, he was cultivating with great interest.    

He could feel that he was improving every day. The joy in his heart was not enough to communicate with outsiders.    

"The current me can at least fight me who is at the first level of the Origin Scholar. Ten!"    

Clenching his fists, Qin Ming felt the surging energy in his body and felt even happier in his heart.    

Only Origin Scholar warriors could cultivate at such a fast speed. Once he advanced to the Earth Warrior, even with the pill, he would slow down.    

Unless he changed his bloodline to Celestial Scholar bloodline.    

Furthermore, cultivating without sleep or rest was harmful to the Martial Cultivator.    

As the saying goes, haste makes one unable to achieve. Although this kind of painstaking cultivation would allow one to make great progress in a short period of time.    

However, as time went on, one's heart and body would be exhausted. If one continued to cultivate like this, not only would they make rapid progress, they might even form a huge bottleneck.    

Another reason was that cultivating the Martial Cultivator meant that one's state of mind and experience were equally important.    

A Martial Cultivator that cultivated in seclusion would not be able to reach a very high realm.    

He had already cultivated for a month and a half, so he had to rest for a while.    

If it was in the past, he would definitely be resting and trying to refine pills.    

But now, he had more important things to do.    

"It's time to compete for the championship of the Potential Competition"    

Qin Ming pushed open the door and walked out with firm steps.    

Looking at the main mountain, Qin Ming took a step forward. Today was the day of the Potential Competition.