The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Qing Shui found that he had somehow successfully concocted a medicine from the Sea of Consciousness, and his eyes lit up!

After the first successful attempt, Qing Shui was very pleased. Immediately, he restarted the entire process, only stopping to recover his Qi and then igniting the original flame over and over again.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. All his subsequent attempts only produced the Golden Sore Medicine Ointment.

"How can I concoct the Five Dragon Pills?" he asked himself as he poured all the cloudy powder into a jade bottle.

After deciding to stop for a day, he began to meditate to regain his energy, when suddenly something like a progress bar appeared under the Golden Sore Protein Ointment section in his Sea of Consciousness!

"Experience bar, 0.5%. To unlock the next pill on the list, the small pill, an increase of 99.5% experience is still needed." Qing Shui laughed. Finally, he was on the path to becoming an Alchemist! Qing Shui had finally embarked on the path to becoming an Alchemist. As long as he persevered, he would surely realize his dream of becoming the most respected Alchemist in the world.

However, a slight worry intertwined with his inner joy. The information regarding the Five Dragon Balls still had a long way to go to unlock. He worried about Wenren Wushuang’s condition, could he suppress the spread of the poison? If he couldn’t, what would he do?

Qing Shui didn’t understand why Wenren Wushuang occupied such an important place in his heart. What was wrong with me? Shi Qingzhuang and Yuhe were already bad enough, why am I still so concerned about Wushuang.

In the Space Domain, he spent three days concocting a value of 1 jin of Golden Sore Protein Ointment, gaining more experience. Yet he was still frustrated by his progress. After calculating, if he wanted to obtain 100% experience, then he would need to spend at least 600 days in the Space Domain, constantly concocting.

The helpless Qing Shui withdrew from the Purple Jade Fairyland, "Forget it, this can’t be rushed. I’ll do my best, and hope for the best. Wushuang, you must hang in there."

Qing Shui exited the Space Domain and returned to Qing’s Medical Store.

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At this moment, in the Situ residence, the Situ Clan leader was dumbfounded, staring at his youngest son Situ Shang. As Situ Shang lay by the window, blood continually flowed from the lower part of his Divine Body.

"Quickly, go invite Dr. Lei." Situ Ba roared.

"Yes, yes!" a servant rushed out in a panic.

Outside the door, several other young ones knelt down, not daring to move. They had united with Situ Shang against Qing Shui earlier that morning. Usually, they bullied the local people, committing various atrocities with Situ Shang.

Situ Ba was nearly 60 years old. Due to his obsession with the military path, he studied late and had only two sons. One of them was Situ Luan, the most powerful of the third generation Situ family. The other son was Situ Shang.

Although Situ Luan’s secret was highly confidential, his father Situ Ba naturally knew it. Nonetheless, he was helpless and could only pin his hopes on his youngest son’s Divine Body. Although Situ Lu was extremely strong on the military path, Situ Ba knew the Situ Clan’s reins could not be handed to him. Situ Luan had already destined never to produce descendants for the Situ Clan!

More critically, Situ Lu had a secret dark side. His heart was filled with malevolence, empty all around. If one day his secret was uncovered, it would be very easy to destroy him.

But now, even Situ Shang suffered such severe injury, isn’t this tantamount to destroying the entire reproductive line of the Situ Clan’s main branch? His youngest son Shang Situ was an incredible recognized Qing Shui figure. Compared to killing him, this harm was more severe. When Situ Ba roared, his anger had reached its peak. He needed a target to vent his rage.

"Who? Who did this? Who?" Situ Ba roared towards the kneeling young ones, trembling.

"Bai Qiang is currently tracking that guy’s movements, we... we will get answers soon..." a trembling young one stammered, sweat dripping onto his face.

"Damn garbage, what do I need you for!"

Situ Luan shouted as he hammered the young ones kneeling on the ground with his fists. Instantly, a mountain-like power erupted, like a fierce tiger emerging to devour prey. The young men’s bodies turned into a blacksmith shop, leaving only a heap of flesh. Blood stained Situ Ba’s stern face and armor, making him look like a demonic figure.

At this moment, Bai Qiang, who had been following Qing Shui, returned. Seeing the horrific scene, he knelt on the ground, his Divine Body trembling violently, immediately feeling his Divine Body turning into Golden Sore Protein.

"Speak, who did this to my Shang’er?" Situ Ba quietly said. Compared to when he was shouting, the tone was more terrifying.

"He... he is..." Bai Qiang tried to calmly speak as he stuttered.

"Speak, I can spare you from death. If not, your ultimate outcome will be the same as theirs." Situ Ba’s sharp gaze focused on the awful Bai Qiang’s Divine Body.

"He is... Qing Shui of the Qing Clan."

"Damn trash, do you still want to play tricks with me?" Situ Ba unleashed a kick and sent Bai Qiang flying. From the beginning, he had no intention of holding back.

Sounds of bones cracking echoed, blood sprayed like rain.

"Master Shang’s life is no longer in danger, but in the future, he will no longer have inheritance rights." A white-haired old one walked toward Situ Ba, whispering softly.

"Thank you, Uncle Lei." Situ Ba sighed weakly.

"I want to meet with father, so I will leave Xiang Ge’er by your side."

"Don’t worry, I will take care of the young Master."

Leaving Situ Ba’s expression sank. At this moment, the sadness in his heart spread like a tornado. As the saying goes, the aluminum one suffers most when burying father while young, husband when middle-aged, and son when old. There’s nothing more painful.. Although these circumstances weren’t what Situ Ba encountered, it was similar.

At this moment, in the Situ residence, Situ Bufan was practicing his swordsmanship, while Situ Nantian was guiding him forward, providing pointers and correcting his mistakes. Situ Bufan followed Situ Nantian since the death of his parents when he was young.

Situ Nantian was the former head of the Situ Clan, having a total of 10 sons. Situ Ba was his youngest, simultaneously having the potential to reach the Innate Realm. Situ Ba was bound by cultivation secrets, leading to only having a pawn and two sons. For a young master of a clan with status and power, it’s extremely rare.

Maybe that’s why he reached the pinnacle of Postnatal Realm at such a young age.

Initially, Situ Nantian did not want to hand over the clan leader position to Situ Ba. However, he did so under Situ Ba’s insistence, because he added, when he achieved Innate Realm, he would surely surpass the clan leader’s position.

These words implied a threat to Situ Nantian, but he still acquiesced. After all, Situ Ba was the only one closest to the Innate Realm. Although the Situ Ba’s Family had several top Postnatal masters, Situ Ba’s siblings only wanted to enjoy themselves without wanting to bring trouble by running the clan.

"Grandfather, is Qing Shui really that strong? Whenever I face him, even before seeing his true power, I am already defeated."

"Remember, don’t entangle him in the future. You should only focus on your own cultivation path. Your talent is above average, moreover, our clan can still be considered wealthy. In the near future, your Uncle Lei will concoct a pill that will improve cultivation speed when ingested. As long as you eat well, breaking through to the Innate Realm before 40 years old is more than just a fantasy. Once you step into the Innate Realm, everyone in Baili City will only be ants in your eyes."

Situ Bufan’s eyes flashed with a strange light. He would wait until he broke through to the Innate Realm, then fully play with Qing Shui.

At this time, Situ Ba’s black face appeared in the garden where Situ Bufan and Situ Nantian were.

"Father!"

"Uncle, you’re here!" Situ Bufan said respectfully.

"Bufan, I need to discuss something with your grandfather." Situ Ba explained.

"Understood." As he left, Situ Bufan smiled.

"Father, that little bastard Qing Shui, caused my son Shang to become paralyzed." "Father, that little bastard Qing Shui caused my son Shang to become paralyzed."

"What? What did you say? Explain clearly. Why did Shang’er oppose that little bastard?"

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