Who determines sincere heart? Isn’t it still decided by the Medicine Immortal Pavilion?
Meng said Wei Yiyuan must kneel ten thousand times to prove his sincerity; even if he possesses incredible wealth, he must do so obediently.
Because money is inconsequential here!
Just when everyone was eager to see Lin Beichen’s embarrassment, Lin Beichen suddenly smiled and said indifferently:
"You don’t want to sell? Fine by me, I didn’t intend to buy!"
Lin Beichen smiled, a strange expression flickering across his lips.
For some reason, Meng felt a sudden jolt seeing Lin Beichen’s smile!
Why is this kid’s smile so terrifying?
"If you don’t wish to buy, why come to the Medicine Immortal Pavilion to make trouble?"
"I’d say he does not want to buy because he cannot afford it."
"Mr. Meng, this boy is just an inexperienced youngster, why bother getting upset and hurting yourself? It’s not worth it!"
Everyone advised hastily.
The commotion here had already attracted outside attention.
Wei Yiyuan had already knelt over a distance, hearing sounds from behind, he turned around to look, with a hint of confusion on his face.
He remembered Lin Beichen had clearly stated he was here for medicine, why the sudden change?
Wei Shuqi stared blankly at Lin Beichen but remembered more clearly than Wei Yiyuan.
Back then, although Lin Beichen answered her brother, he said it wasn’t for medicine, but to retrieve something.
To retrieve something?
This "retrieve" was incredibly odd.
What kind of place is the Medicine Immortal Pavilion?
Many people must kneel and abandon all worldly rights and status, begging for an elixir.
Yet this lad says to retrieve—could the Medicine Immortal Pavilion owe him?
Just when everyone was stunned, Lin Beichen waved both hands, a surge of Five Elements Power converged in his palms.
Lin Beichen grasped Gale in his hand, brought it to his lips, and softly blew, speaking clearly:
"Lin Beichen from the Imperial Capital, here to meet Mr. Li Jiang, seeking an audience!"
Lin Beichen’s voice rolled like thunder, resonating through the entire valley.
Between heaven and earth, it felt like a roaring dragon echoed among the mountains, causing reverberations throughout.
Everyone stared blankly at Lin Beichen, filled with fear in their eyes.
The Divine Hall of Concealment within the Medicine Immortal Pavilion.
The head of the Alchemy Team and regular elders sat on the outskirts while the Law Enforcement Elder was in the center.
Hundreds of people on both sides, each stating their arguments.
Since the incident days ago returned to the valley, they had been debating fervently.
Qi Tiankuang was dead.
Despite there being twelve Law Enforcement Elders, Qi Tiankuang’s position wasn’t negligible; he ranked third.
Given more time, he might have risen to first.
After all, Qi Tiankuang might not have been Mr. Li Jiang’s inner disciple but was still a registered disciple.
"Everyone, you talk too much nonsense. An Elder died, how long must we debate before seeking revenge?
I refuse to believe that this Lin Beichen cannot be killed with all our numbers!"
An older man in short sleeves roared, flames flaring from his cuffs, his body emanating a bizarre aura.
This man, despite his age, had an explosive temper; typical folks would dare not speak when he was furious.
"Elder Sun, you shouldn’t speak so slowly. Qi Tiankuang died, your strength doesn’t match his; how will you avenge?"
Opposite the older man, a beautiful woman spoke coldly.
"Qi Meisheng, who said I’m defeated by Qi Tiankuang? Besides, I’m helping you now!
Your sister’s life is uncertain, likely already a plaything. Yet you oppose me, do you even care about your sister?"
Elder Sun roared.
Qi Meisheng stood abruptly, cold air surrounding her, dropping the temperature by over 20 degrees.
Frost condensed in Qi Meisheng’s hand; she had broken past Peak strength.
"Don’t use my sister as your shield. A mysterious power capable of killing Peak-level strength, isn’t terrifying enough without emphasizing?
Acting rashly only drags Medicine Immortal Pavilion into a quagmire! If we fail to kill, will Mr. Li Jiang handle the aftermath?
Are you aiding Medicine Immortal Pavilion, or aiming to destroy it?"
Qi Meisheng confronted Elder Sun sternly; she might be a woman, but her words were sharper than Elder Sun’s.
Elder Sun was rendered speechless, saying mi half a day without further words.
Seeing no conclusive result in the discussion, a man at the center of the city coughed.
Upon hearing this, they fell silent, turning to the man.
"We all want the best for Medicine Immortal Pavilion, calm down, don’t damage the harmony."
The older man spoke calmly.
With Mr. Li Jiang absent, internal affairs were managed by him.
He ranked first among Law Enforcement Elders.
"The matter of Tiankuang requires addressing but Medicine Immortal Pavilion mustn’t act alone.
Moreover, Lin Beichen isn’t powerless; if we attack too many, will his backers intervene?
I’ve heard his backing is official."
He spoke leisurely.
On hearing, they buzzed in agitation.
Involving officials complicates simple matters.
Simple—these ancient clans are always regulated and suppressed by officials.
Officials never trusted them.
Even during critical times decades past, they limited their progress by every means.