10: Second-grade Blood Spirit Pill! Why not fight hard in a life-and-death battle?

Looking at the confident young man in front of him, Zhuang Dazhi felt a momentary trance.

Once upon a time, Qin Han was just as spirited and confident.

Confident and powerful, he once promised to be the best of his generation!

However, after meeting Ling Qiuyue, he gradually squandered his will.

He fell from the altar and became mediocre ever since.

At this moment, Zhuang Dazhi couldn't help but feel a surge of heroic spirit, nodding and saying,

“Then I’ll go crazy with you!”

Then, with a flip of his palm, a three-foot-long sword appeared.

“This is the Qiushui Sword, a second-grade divine weapon I exchanged with half a year’s worth of accumulated merits.”

“In urgent situations, we must act according to the circumstances. I can’t help you in other ways, so take this sword as assistance!”

“Let’s be clear, I’m not giving it to you; it’s just to repay your life-saving kindness from back then.”

“You must return it to me after you’re done using it.”

Upon hearing this, a warm current flowed through Qin Han’s heart, and he took the sword, examining it carefully.

The sword body was bluish-green, with subtle ripples of light, and its edge was sharp and formidable.

Waving it twice casually, the air was instantly cut in half, with a visible trace appearing at the cut.

“Good sword!” Qin Han grinned.

“Be careful, this is the Cultivation Technique Hall!” Zhuang Dazhi was almost scared to death by his bold actions.

The previous example had just left.

Are you going to challenge the authority of the guarding Elder right after him?

Or are you confident enough to fight Ye Chen?

“Thanks, I’ll return this sword to you completely intact,” Qin Han said.

“Be extra careful,” Zhuang Dazhi exhorted.

“Let’s go, don’t keep others waiting.”

Qin Han slung the Qiushui Sword behind him and stepped down.

Seeing this, everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, and they quickly followed.

Such a good show is rare.

Lingxiao Holy Land’s number one junior VS Lingxiao Holy Land’s number one bootlicker.

No matter how you look at it, it’s full of anticipation.

“Brother Chen, what do you think of this battle?”

“Originally, there was no suspense, but Qin Han is so confident that I’m suddenly wavering.”

“Oh, what are you thinking? Who is Pei Zhi? Once his Sword Qi is unleashed, it’s basically time to collect the body.”

The calm Lingxiao Holy Land was suddenly thrown a large stone, stirring up huge waves!

Originally, with the Sect Grand Competition approaching, the Holy Land was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Now, with this sudden development, many Martial Artists who were in seclusion became interested.

“Are they really going to fight?”

“Dozens of Personal Disciples witnessed it personally, how could it be fake?”

“Blood Moving Realm fighting Spirit Sea Realm? That’s too interesting.”

“He’s probably been blinded by jealousy.”

“Qin Han’s mind hasn’t been normal since he started exchanging for Burning Blood Pills, and now provoking the Sword Fanatic is truly seeking death!”

Many people rushed towards the Wrestling Arena with a playful intent.

They wanted to see how the two would fight to the death.

In less than half an hour, hundreds of Disciples gathered in the viewing area of the Wrestling Arena.

Everyone craned their necks, eagerly awaiting Qin Han’s arrival.

Pei Zhi sat cross-legged on the wrestling platform, surrounded by unparalleled Sword Qi, as sharp as a gale, incredibly powerful.

An Executive stood beside him.

He was responsible for serving as the referee for this battle.

Originally, such a life-and-death battle only required signing a life-and-death agreement to begin.

No referee was needed.

But Pei Zhi’s older brother is Ye Chen.

Many Executives vied for this favor.

“There’s still half an hour…” Liang Executive looked up at the sun.

Many people were already impatient; the Cultivation Technique Hall was only ten li from the Wrestling Arena.

At the speed of a seventh-level Blood Moving Realm, he should have arrived long ago.

But Qin Han’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

“Are they fighting or not? Are they fooling us?”

“Huh?! Zhuang Dazhi is here, let’s go ask him.”

A sharp-eyed person caught sight of a familiar figure and quickly went forward to inquire.

“What’s up, Brother Zhuang? Where’s Qin Han?”

Zhuang Dazhi’s expression was slightly strange; he coughed twice to clear his throat and said,

“Brother Qin has important matters to attend to; he’ll be here once he’s done.”

What?

He has urgent matters to deal with at this time?

What could be more important than a life-and-death battle?

Could it be that he secretly went back to write his will?

On the other side,

Lingxiao Holy Land’s Treasure Pavilion.

Qin Han came here again, and seeing Executive Huang’s face, a sense of familiarity arose in his heart.

And Executive Huang, upon seeing the visitor, looked as if he had seen a ghost.

After all, he had just bought a hundred Burning Blood Pills there that morning.

Coming again in the afternoon, could it be…

A ghost?!

Coming to claim his life?

“Don’t come over, I don’t have any yellow paper here,” Executive Huang said, retreating two steps in horror.

Qin Han: ?

Perhaps because of the scheduled battle, the Treasure Pavilion was empty at this time.

Qin Han scanned the area, then directly pulled out his waist token and placed it on the table, “Do you have Blood Spirit Pills?”

Executive Huang looked him up and down suspiciously, quickly touched his hand, and then quickly pulled it back.

“It’s not cold,” Executive Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Han: ??

At this moment, his gaze towards Executive Huang carried a hint of fear and confusion.

“Executive Huang, are you… towards me…”

“Nonsense!” Executive Huang quickly denied, explaining, “I was just confirming whether you ate the Burning Blood Pill.”

“I ate it.”

“Was it tasty?”

“Sweet, a bit like candied hawthorn.”

Hearing this, Executive Huang’s eyes were filled with relief.

He guessed that Qin Han must have only tasted the coating of the Burning Blood Pill and did not swallow it.

After all, Qin Han’s complexion was rosy, and he was full of vigor, with no signs of blood Qi depletion.

“What did you say you wanted to buy just now? I didn’t hear clearly,” Executive Huang said, casually tapping his abacus.

“Second-grade Blood Spirit Pills.”

“How many do you want?”

“How many can eight thousand merits exchange for?”

“Forty pills.”

“So that’s two hundred merits per pill, four times more expensive than Burning Blood Pills,” Qin Han stroked his chin.

Hmm?

Wait!

What did he say about blood?

“Blood Spirit Pills?!” Executive Huang’s eyes widened as he confirmed.

“Yes,” Qin Han nodded.

“Why are you buying so many?” Executive Huang felt his brain wasn’t working fast enough.

Coming to buy Burning Blood Pills in the morning, and Blood Spirit Pills in the afternoon?

One depletes blood Qi and damages the Foundation.

The other transforms blood into spirit, overdrawing potential and squeezing out talent.

The side effects are only stronger, not weaker, than Burning Blood Pills!

If taking Burning Blood Pills makes one feel weak,

Then Blood Spirit Pills will make one cut off their own path!

A Martial Artist’s potential is Innately given; consume one bit, and there’s one bit less.

There’s a saying in the Archaic Great Thousand World—

Innate talent determines the upper limit, effort determines the lower limit.

Of course, this is under the premise of not cheating.

From ancient times until now, many people have overturned this statement.

It’s just that Executive Huang couldn’t understand.

You, a mere Personal Disciple.

Buying both Burning Blood Pills and Blood Spirit Pills.

What are you trying to do?

“Have you thought it through?” Executive Huang didn’t press further this time.

He knew Qin Han wouldn’t tell him, nor would he confess.

But as long as he was alive, he wouldn’t feel guilty.

“Hurry up, otherwise Pei Zhi will say I’m a coward later,” Qin Han said anxiously.

Executive Huang suddenly caught a key piece of information and said in shock, “Are you buying Blood Spirit Pills to fight someone to the death?”

Qin Han said with a matter-of-fact expression, “If it’s a life-and-death battle, what else would I fight with besides my life?”

“Bayonets?”