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"Even though you're now my apprentice, in front of outsiders, it's best not to call me that recklessly. I don't want to draw too much attention, understand?"
Mo Wangchen looked at Zhang Hao and said.
Zhang Hao was the Young Master of the Zhang Family in Jianye City and was hailed as the number one genius. If he addressed Mo Wangchen, this notorious Young Master, as his master in front of others, wouldn't it scare a lot of people?
"Understood!" Zhang Hao nodded, though he was somewhat puzzled. Mo Wangchen not only possessed a high skill in the Alchemy Dao but could also easily take out a Xuan Rank Middle Level Martial Technique for him.
In every aspect, this was not something an ordinary person could do. But why, then, had Mo Wangchen been labeled as a playboy and a waste before?
Was it patience, or was it for other reasons?
Zhang Hao didn't understand, but he wouldn't ask!
Now he only knew that he had already acknowledged Mo Wangchen as his master, and that was enough!
Until the afternoon, Zhang Hao and Lin Qing finally left Mo Wangchen's place.
By now, Mo Wangchen had already refined over twenty Qi Gathering Pills. Shortly after Zhang Hao and Lin Qing left, he also entered a state of cultivation.
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Time flew by, half a month later!
Mo Wangchen sat cross-legged in the courtyard, waking from his meditation and exhaled a breath, murmuring to himself, "Although the Qi Gathering Pill is only an ordinary first-grade pill, it still has considerable help for me at present. In this half a month, the Spiritual Power in my meridians has reached seventy percent. It won't be long before I can attempt to break through to the Vein Condensation Realm!"
Once reaching the Vein Condensation Realm, Mo Wangchen's power would undergo a qualitative leap. Cultivators at this realm could already manipulate Spiritual Power, performing attacks far beyond normal.
In a sense, achieving the Vein Condensation Realm was truly stepping into the gate of cultivation!
"I wonder at that time, how many Spirit Veins I can condense. The more Spirit Veins, the stronger I'll be compared to others at the same realm. Even in a war of attrition, probably no one can match me..."
When Jun Muqing broke through the Vein Condensation Realm, he condensed three Spirit Veins. Though his cultivation was only at the first level of Vein Condensation, his combat power was comparable to someone at the third or fourth level. This was the power of Spirit Veins. The more Spirit Veins are condensed, the stronger the cultivator!
"Now that the hundred portions of materials are used up, it seems I must personally visit the Alchemy Pavilion. Having Lin Qing come every day is somewhat inappropriate..."
Mo Wangchen sighed and stood up. In his father's eyes, he was Lin Qing's disciple, but in the previous days, Lin Qing kept coming to the door frequently with no particular reason, mostly trivial matters.
As a master, the Pavilion Master of Fangtian City's Alchemy Pavilion, a second-rank pill master of the Yun Country Alchemist Alliance, visiting his disciple daily would surely raise suspicions.
So, a few days ago, Mo Wangchen specifically reminded Lin Qing not to come so frequently, or it would indeed appear odd.
Fortunately, Lin Qing understood Mo Wangchen's intentions, so in the following days, he basically never visited the Mo Family again.
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It was now afternoon. Although Fangtian City was one of the smallest cities in Yun Country, its population also reached millions.
Walking out from the Mo Family, after two incense sticks' time of walking through the bustling streets, Mo Wangchen arrived at the Alchemy Pavilion.
As the largest pill selling place in Fangtian City, the Alchemy Pavilion naturally had no shortage of daily visitors.
As soon as Mo Wangchen walked in, he saw there were at least a hundred people inside the hall.
Due to the number of guests, the dozen servants employed by the Alchemy Pavilion couldn't manage, so there was no one to greet Mo Wangchen this time.
"Mo Cheng?"
As he looked inside, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but frown slightly because he saw Mo Cheng there at that moment.
Beside Mo Cheng were a few disciples from the Mo Family's collateral branch, including the young man who had been slapped twice by Lin Feng that day.
Across from Mo Cheng stood an elderly man in a green robe, about the same age as Lin Qing, with a smile on his face, seemingly discussing something with Mo Cheng.
Mo Wangchen ignored Mo Cheng and was about to walk past when suddenly, Mo Cheng also noticed his arrival.
"What are you doing here?" Mo Cheng frowned, his gaze turning to Mo Wangchen, and asked.
"What does it have to do with you?" Mo Wangchen couldn't be bothered to deal with him, replied indifferently, and then was about to step forward again.
"Young Master Mo Cheng, who is this..."
The green-robed old man in front of Mo Cheng slightly frowned. Mo Cheng was Mo Xiaofan's son and the number one genius of Fangtian City. Who would dare speak to him like this in the past?
But at this moment, a young man in a white robe, about the same age as Mo Cheng, behaved as if he was not afraid of Mo Cheng at all, and even responded so arrogantly.
"Hehe..."
Mo Cheng chuckled, looking at Mo Wangchen with some disdain. "Master Feng He, this is the Young Master of our Mo Family, the number one playboy in Fangtian City, Mo Wangchen. You must have heard of his name, right?"
"Master Feng He?"
Hearing how Mo Cheng addressed the green-robed elder, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but frown slightly, quickly thinking of something.
In the Alchemy Pavilion, besides Lin Qing and Fang Mu, there was another first-rank alchemist, whose name seemed to be Feng He, right?
"Mo Wangchen?" Hearing Mo Cheng's words, Feng He was momentarily stunned, then suddenly realized.
No wonder he was so arrogant, not even considering Mo Cheng, never expecting this youth to be Mo Xiaotian's son, the Mo Family's waste young master.
Thinking of this, a trace of disdain also appeared in Feng He's eyes. Naturally, he had heard of Mo Wangchen's reputation.
"It is said that Young Master Mo is someone incapable of storing Spiritual Power, a waste body. Are you here at the Alchemy Pavilion to buy pills?" Feng He's words carried a hint of apathy as he directly mentioned Mo Wangchen's waste body without any hesitation.
In his view, it was perfectly reasonable to be courteous to Mo Cheng, who, after all, was Mo Xiaofan's son and the first genius of Fangtian City. Today, Mo Cheng came to have a pill refined, offering a generous reward.
But to Mo Wangchen, Feng He showed disdain. How could a waste young master who couldn't store Spiritual Power in his meridians come here to buy pills? That seemed impossible.
"What I do at the Alchemy Pavilion, whether I buy pills or not, what does it have to do with you?" Hearing Feng He's slightly mocking words, along with the disdain revealed in his eyes, Mo Wangchen naturally didn't show him any courtesy, responding coldly.
Upon hearing Mo Wangchen's words, Feng He squinted his eyes, his face immediately darkening.
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