"Check out, we're leaving!" The steward made the call immediately. He had originally wanted to find a Pill King nearby in Wanyi City for treatment. Even if the poison couldn't be cured, at least it could be slowed.
But who would have thought that in this sprawling Wanyi City, everyone would be useless — not a single competent person among them.
Left with no choice, they had no option but to rush toward Glazed King City.
Glazed King City's territory spanned no less than a million li. Even at their current pace, they couldn't reach the central city.
But once they entered Glazed King City's domain, things would be far better than Wanyi City.
"Hold on." Just after the steward gave the order, an abrupt voice cut through from the crowd.
Several hundred independent cultivators in the area clearly knew these people were from Glazed King City. Not one dared to gossip — they all kept their heads down, pretending to drink and chat.
But now, someone had actually spoken up. Everyone was curious. Who was this person? How could they be so bold? Speaking up at a time like this — wasn't that just asking for trouble?
They would rather offend Indestructible Heavenly Capital than cross anyone from Glazed King City.
No matter what position these people held within Glazed King City, the mere fact of carrying that four-character identity made them superior to everyone else outside.
Hadn't those high-and-mighty spirit medicine doctors in Wanyi City all slunk away with their tails between their legs after being scolded, not daring to talk back?
What did that prove? It proved that this group was not to be trifled with.
Hearing the voice, everyone turned toward its source, only to see an independent cultivator rise to his feet and walk toward the steward.
The steward cast a sidelong glance, clearly not expecting anyone among these independent cultivators to dare interrupt him.
"Who are you?" The steward eyed the approaching man coldly.
The one who had spoken was, naturally, Jiang Chen.
Upon hearing that this group came from Glazed King City, an idea had suddenly struck Jiang Chen. He had no choice — he'd have to take a gamble on these people.
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I am a Pill Master."
After disguising himself, Jiang Chen's appearance gave no indication of his age. But the steward, ever the keen observer, noted his slovenly dressing — he hardly looked like anything impressive.
The steward's tone was somewhat cold: "Are you certain you're more capable than those spirit medicine doctors in Wanyi City?"
Jiang Chen laughed and with a flick of his sleeve, briefly displayed an object wrapped in his hand: "I was merely introducing myself. Since the Seventh Master doesn't trust me, then forget it."
As he spoke, he tucked the item away.
But the steward — called Seventh — had sharp eyes. Though he'd only caught a fleeting glimpse, he'd clearly seen that it was unmistakably a Pill King medallion.
He hadn't made out the specific details, but the Pill King medallion's design was unique — he recognized it at a glance.
His body trembled slightly, and he cupped his fists: "I was discourteous. I never expected that after wearing out iron shoes searching fruitlessly, a Pill King would be sitting right here."
"I wouldn't presume," Jiang Chen said with a faint smile. That Pill King medallion was something he'd obtained back on Huanbo Mountain, after killing Cao Jin and the others — taken from Shi Zhen, the second-rank Pill King.
He'd kept it all this time, and now producing it was nothing more than borrowing borrowed authority. But honestly, borrowing Shi Zhen's name was no disgrace.
In fact, for Jiang Chen to use his medallion to fool people — that was Shi Zhen's good fortune across ten lifetimes.
After all, Jiang Chen's talent in the dao of alchemy surpassed Shi Zhen's by ten times, a hundred times over.
"Pill King, I was in the wrong. Please, come inside and talk — please." The steward's manner flipped from arrogant to deferential, his expression suddenly the picture of courtesy.
Jiang Chen smiled: "I'll take a look. Whether I can treat him is another matter entirely."
"Regardless of the outcome, the Pill King's willingness to act will be deeply appreciated by both myself and my master."
With that, the steward, Seventh, took Jiang Chen by the hand and led him inside with profuse gratitude.
Though Jiang Chen had heard those spirit medicine doctors mention the name "Nine Laugh Golden Buddha Powder," he wouldn't trust one-sided accounts without seeing the patient himself.
Seeing was believing.
Once inside, he saw a young man lying on the bed, his face a deep purple — his entire body was the color of an eggplant, so purple it was almost gruesome to look at.
Jiang Chen took one look and sighed: "The poison has already spread throughout his entire body. If you try to rush to Glazed King City at this point, I'm afraid he won't last three days."
The steward shuddered from head to toe: "Please, Master, help him."
Jiang Chen was immune to all poisons, so he wasn't the least bit afraid of any toxin. He sat down at the bedside without any hesitation, grabbed the young man's wrist, and began taking his pulse.
Everyone watched his recklessness with astonishment.
After all, the previous spirit medicine doctors had all been extremely cautious, terrified of contamination. Yet this man simply grabbed the patient's wrist and started diagnosing on the spot.
Was he really a Pill King?
The steward, Seventh, looked somewhat embarrassed — there was even a trace of doubt in his eyes. He had met many Pill Kings, but he had never seen one this careless.
This man's behavior was completely lacking the bearing that a Pill King should possess.
How could a Pill King be so reckless? Was he not afraid of catching the poison?