As Shen Qiang spoke,
the hall fell deathly silent in an instant. Everyone looked at Shen Qiang in astonishment. If they weren't wary of Shen Qiang's ability to poison, they likely would have jumped up and loudly questioned him already.
"Shen Qiang, what did you say? My talent is trash?" Jing Haotian burst out angrily, as being able to become an alchemist after the Nascent Soul Stage had always been his proudest achievement.
Shen Qiang nodded indifferently, "Yes."
Upon hearing this, the youth with a face full of acne beside Jing Haotian instantly stood up, angrily saying, "Shen Qiang, don't spout nonsense; becoming an alchemist among cultivators is one in ten thousand!"
"Ordinary cultivators, as long as they have a bit of talent, can cultivate."
