Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming said indifferently, "What right do you have to recruit me?"    

"With me, with the Wang Family's huge family." Wang Zhenwei's eyes swept across the dignified Martial Saint, "With these capable helpers, as long as you join us, we can use the Perfect Pills to control the entire Forest City."    

"After that, we will use the Perfect Pills to cultivate the Martial Cultivator and conquer all the major powers and cities."    

"We can even cultivate Martial Emperor and become the top force in the continent!"    

"Cultivate a Martial Emperor?" Qin Ming shook his head and said with a faint smile, "Ignorant people are fearless. I want to cultivate a Martial Emperor too, and I'm working hard."    

"But..."    

"You think that with the Perfect Grade Nine Pills, you will be able to cultivate a Martial Emperor? "    

"Why not?" Wang Zhenwei replied with a question, "As long as I have a large amount of Perfect Pills, I will definitely be able to choose a Martial Cultivator with extraordinary talent and nurture it."    

"If I let them consume the Perfect Pills since they were young, I'm sure they will have the chance to break through to the Martial Emperor."    

"There is no hope at all!" Qin Ming broke Wang Zhenwei's fantasy, "Not to mention that I'm only trading the most ordinary Perfect Grade Nine Pills, even if I take out the other precious Perfect Pills, I won't be able to cultivate a Martial Emperor."    

"Impossible." Wang Zhenwei said loudly, and said, "It's impossible that you can't cultivate a Martial Emperor. It's only possible that your pill isn't valuable enough."    

Qin Ming looked at Wang Zhenwei. He said faintly. "Whatever pill you want, I can refine whatever pill you want."    

"All perfect quality!"    

"Only if you say the name, or take out the pill formula and Spiritual Plant, I can refine them all."    

"Even if I refine with all my strength, it's impossible for you to cultivate a Martial Emperor!"    

Hearing this, Wang Zhenwei was greatly alarmed. "The Perfect Pills you refined?"    

Qin Ming nodded. "Now you know the channels of the Perfect Pills. Unfortunately, it's not what you think. You can't snatch it from me."    

"Impossible. I can't be wrong about your age." Wang Zhenwei said loudly, "Being able to become a Martial Saint at your age is already an extreme talent. It's impossible for you to be a Martial Saint and a Pill Monarch."    

"A Pill Monarch is much harder to obtain than a Martial Saint. How can you become a Pill Monarch at such a young age?"    

"If you don't believe me, then forget it." Qin Ming said faintly, "Aren't you looking for the Perfect Pills's channel? I have already told you the truth."    

"Humph..." Wang Zhenwei snorted coldly and said, "If you refuse a toast, you will have to accept a forfeit. There are eleven Martial Saint here, and you are now a turtle in a jar. If you obediently hand over the channel, I can let you live."    

"Since you're unwilling, then don't be so obedient. I'm ruthless."    

After saying that, Wang Zhenwei and all the nearby Martial Saint unleashed their killing intent on Qin Ming.    

In an instant, the wind and clouds in the manor changed. An invisible and oppressive aura covered the entire sky. Qin Ming, who was in the center of the manor, remained calm and composed.    

Under the pressure of the aura, Qin Ming's black hair fluttered even though there was no wind. His eyes slowly swept across the entire scene. He glanced at the training room in the distance. The formation was still intact. He then looked at the two corpses in the alchemy room, and finally fixed his gaze on Wang Zhenwei.    

"Eleven Martial Saint. I hope you won't disappoint me. The two Martial Saint lying in the alchemy room are really useless!" Qin Ming clenched his fist, stamped his feet, and stretched his body as he spoke in anticipation.    

Just now, he hadn't even warmed up, and the two trash had already died. Ever since he advanced to the Martial Saint realm, he hadn't had a real battle.    

He was looking forward to the first battle after the Martial Saint.