624: Chapter 624 Liquid Rejection!

"I don't need this grandmaster true liquid; you keep it."

Qin Yan looked at the jade bottle Zhao Lei handed over, shook his head, and calmly refused.

Although grandmaster true liquid could help increase the probability of breaking through to the Grandmaster Realm, it had its drawbacks—it would make one's blood and Qi impure, and this impurity was very difficult to eradicate.

Once consumed, Impurities would mix into the blood and Qi, like ink stains on a blank sheet of paper that could never be wiped away.

And this would greatly affect one's future progress in the martial Dao.

If the Foundation is unstable, the great Dao is difficult to traverse.

With Qin Yan's Aptitude, he naturally would not consume grandmaster true liquid.

His goals were the True King, True Emperor, and even higher Realms; how could he destroy his own Foundation for the sake of a temporary Breakthrough?

Despite this, there were still many Martial Artists on the market who would fight tooth and nail for a single drop of grandmaster true liquid.

It wasn't that they didn't know the drawbacks of the grandmaster true liquid, but rather that they were not Prodigies.

Being able to break through to Grandmaster was their lifelong pursuit.

As for taking a step further in the future, that was not something they needed to consider.

For them, being able to break through to Grandmaster was already a stroke of incredible luck, as if smoke were rising from their ancestral graves.

Zhao Lei was puzzled, but he still obeyed and put the grandmaster true liquid away.

Though he was confused, he didn't ask any questions.

In his view, grandmaster true liquid was a treasure, a supreme item that countless Martial Artists dreamed of.

But since Qin Yan didn't want it, he naturally had his reasons.

"Then rest well for now. I'm leaving first; we set out from Jumu City tomorrow morning."

After giving Zhao Lei his instructions, Qin Yan turned and left the room.

"Take care, Young Master."

Zhao Lei bowed his head respectfully, watching Qin Yan depart.

Having served in the Secret Guard Division for decades, he naturally understood the distinction between superior and subordinate.

When the master spoke, he listened; when the master ordered, he obeyed.

He didn't ask what shouldn't be asked, and didn't say what shouldn't be said.

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The next morning.

Sunlight spilled down, illuminating the entire Jumu City.

On the streets, pedestrians gradually increased, shops opened one after another, and the sounds of shouting, laughter, and footsteps intertwined into a scene of prosperity.

Qin Yan led Zhao Lei and the remaining four members of the team toward the Jumu City teleportation array.

The five of them walked ahead, while Zhao Lei followed respectfully behind Qin Yan, maintaining a distance of three paces.

On the way, Zhao Lei's gaze fell upon the four people beside Qin Yan, his expression turning solemn.

Although the Realms of these four were not as high as his—he could tell most were at the Middle or Late Sixth-Grade, while he was already at the Rank 6 Peak—the innate noble air they carried did not escape his eyes.

Especially the woman dressed in red robes.

Just by standing there, she exerted an inexplicable pressure that made even an old hand of the Jianghu like him, who had survived decades in the Secret Guard Division, feel a flicker of trepidation.

That pressure wasn't intentional; it was innate, an imprint from the depths of her Bloodline.

And his 'master,' Qin Yan, standing in the same team as these four, was as conspicuous as a Husky mixed into a pack of wolves.

It wasn't that Qin Yan wasn't strong, but rather that he lacked that noble air.

He was more like an ordinary person, one who had climbed up step by step from the bottom.

"These four are not simple at all, and their Rank in the Taixuan Holy Land Disciple hierarchy is definitely not low—likely First Grade Disciples or even Special Grade Disciples!"

Zhao Lei immediately made a judgment in his heart.

After so many years in the Secret Guard Division, he had at least this much discernment.

The temperament, speech, and conduct of those four were by no means comparable to ordinary Disciples.

"In that case, is Young Master Qin Yan also a Disciple of a very high Rank?"

Zhao Lei thought to himself.

One must know that those who could become Holy Land Disciples were all proud and arrogant.

If Qin Yan's Disciple Rank were low, these Disciples would not have teamed up with him.

Being able to team up meant that Qin Yan's Rank was at least equal to theirs, if not higher.

In an instant, many thoughts crossed Zhao Lei's mind.

At the same time, he was secretly happy—Qin Yan was likely even more gifted and had more potential than he had imagined!

Now that he followed Qin Yan, the stronger the other party was, the happier he became. This meant his hope for revenge was greater.

While Zhao Lei was observing Huang Jiuli and the others, the four of them were also looking at Zhao Lei.

Of course, a minor figure like Zhao Lei wasn't worth much of their attention.

Their gazes fell upon Zhao Lei's left arm.

Zhao Lei's left arm had recovered!

Yesterday, they had seen with their own eyes that Zhao Lei's left arm was severed, and he was heavily injured, on the verge of death.

But now, he actually appeared completely whole!

His left arm moved freely, his complexion was ruddy, and his spirit was full, as if he had never been injured.

What on earth had happened during this one night?

Was it Zhao Lei's own miraculous trait? Or had Qin Yan stepped in to help?

The several of them thought to themselves.

However, they all leaned toward the second possibility.

Although they hadn't had much contact with Zhao Lei, yesterday's observation was enough to see through him—he only had Qi Refining cultivation, no Body Refining, an average Foundation, and mediocre Aptitude.

Moreover, if he really had some miraculous means, how could he have failed to defeat five unremarkable Martial Artists of the same Rank yesterday?

Those five, though all at the Rank 6 Peak, wouldn't even count as Third Grade Disciples in the Taixuan Holy Land.

Zhao Lei being beaten by them without any power to fight back showed that his strength was just so-so.

Therefore, his ability to recover was most likely due to Qin Yan's assistance.

This Qin Yan truly has remarkable means!

One must know that making a Martial Artist's severed limb regrow is an extremely difficult task.

The simplest way was to ask a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster to act, using powerful True Qi to stimulate flesh regeneration to reconnect the limb.

But the cost of asking a Grandmaster to act was more than the entire net worth of most Middle-grade martial artists combined.

Besides that, there were a few other ways—for example, taking a Seventh-Rank Bone-Knitting Pill, but that pill was worth a fortune, costing nearly a thousand taixuan points each;

Or taking Eighth-Rank Regeneration Spiritual Liquid, but that liquid was even rarer, often unavailable even with money;

Or Cultivating some special Cultivation Technique or Divine Ability, but those were even more elusive.

Even with their status—the Young Miss of a True Emperor Family, a direct descendant of the Phoenix Divine Mountain, or a scion of a great clan in Taixuan City—obtaining these resources was relatively difficult.

What's more for Qin Yan?

A poor boy with no background, no backing, and no resources had actually managed to make Zhao Lei's severed arm regrow?

These means were not simple.

However, they did not speak up to ask.

After all, this was the other party's secret.

In the world of Martial Artists, prying into others' secrets was a major taboo.

No matter how good the relationship, one must maintain a sense of propriety.

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