Chapter 11

"Is... Is this a mistake? He’s only sixteen and he’s already refined a Body Tempering Pill. He’s truly a genius!" one person exclaimed in shock.

"This Body Tempering Pill looks better than what we usually take. I never thought Shen Xiang would be so secretive and know the art of alchemy! With his potential, he’s far stronger than any superior spirit vein," a man marveled.

The square was filled with the core members of the Shen family, all of whom were now exclaiming in awe, some with jealousy, others with admiration.

Shen Haohai, however, was shocked, pained, and angry. His face was grim because he had lost a thousand-year-old Blood Spirit Mushroom, which could fetch a lot of spirit money if auctioned.

The elders of the Shen family, their hands trembling, stared with wide eyes at the snow-white pill in their palms, muttering, "The Shen family finally has an alchemist!"

The simple statement caused a stir among the Shen family. Without an alchemist, the Shen family had to spend a lot of money buying from others and were often mocked by powerful martial families.

Now, the Shen family had an alchemist, and a young one at that. It wouldn’t be long before he became a master alchemist!

"Shen Haohai, you lose the bet, you lose the game!" Shen Tianhu said with a smile.

"Hmph!" Shen Haohai, filled with jealousy and pain, took out a large piece of blood-red spirit mushroom and handed it to Shen Xiang.

At this moment, no one in the Shen family dared to underestimate Shen Xiang. After all, he was an alchemist, and only sixteen! Many of the young women from the collateral branches were already throwing him flirtatious glances.

Many young women in the Shen family looked at Shen Xiang with fiery eyes, while some young men were envious to the point of death.

Shen Xiang ignored all of this. He remembered that these people would always mock him when they saw him before.

"Don’t think that just because your son can refine pills, you’re guaranteed to be the clan leader. Being a clan leader still requires strength!" Shen Haohai said coldly.

At this moment, two of the middle-aged men competing with Shen Tianhu for the clan leader position announced their withdrawal. They saw that Shen Xiang, at sixteen, could refine a low-grade ordinary pill, and his future was boundless. Offending an alchemist was not a wise move.

Now, only Shen Haohai and one other person were competing with Shen Tianhu for the clan leader position.

Shen Haohai said, "Shen Tianhu, as long as you can defeat us brothers, the clan leader position is yours!"

Shen Tianhu narrowed his eyes and said, "Is that what you said?"

"Are we fighting together or one by one?"

Shen Tianhu was going to fight Shen Haohai and his brother alone, and with this strength, he could indeed convince everyone.

"Single combat, otherwise it won’t be convincing." Shen Haohai said, and the people around them had already moved back.

Shen Tianhu said, "Let’s start then, quick and decisive."

Everyone moved back, as the power released from a battle at the Seventh Level of the Ordinary Martial Realm was extremely terrifying.

After everyone retreated to the edge of the square, Shen Tianhu and Shen Haohai moved simultaneously, both rushing at each other at the fastest speed. In an instant, their palms collided, tightly pressed together, as they were testing their true qi.

Shen Haohai was emitting scorching true qi, while Shen Tianhu showed no signs of movement. However, the muscles on his body bulged with fierce blue veins, and one could see the true qi surging inside.

Their palms were tightly pressed together, and they stared at each other with serious expressions. The entire square trembled slightly, and the ground where they stood cracked, with violent air currents blowing in all directions, stirring up dust.

With a roar from Shen Tianhu, the trembling suddenly stopped, and the wind ceased. Shen Haohai was sent flying backward, spitting blood, while Shen Tianhu took a few steps back.

Shen Haohai fell to the ground, struggling to stand up. It was clear he had lost, but a hint of a smug smile appeared on his face.

Shen Tianhu won this round, but his expression was not good.

Shen Haohai laughed loudly, "Although you won, you didn’t gain any advantage just now! In the second round, you will definitely lose. Even a Sixth Level of the Ordinary Martial Realm can defeat you now." As he laughed, he spat out more blood, showing that he had suffered severe internal injuries.

"You’ve also reached the Eighth Level of the Ordinary Martial Realm!" Shen Tianhu, holding his abdomen, said. He hadn’t expected Shen Haohai to have reached the Eighth Level.

"Isn’t that the same for you?" Shen Haohai said with a cold laugh.

Both Shen Haohai and Shen Tianhu were Eighth Level of the Ordinary Martial Realm warriors, shocking everyone. It was clear that Shen Tianhu had been severely injured by Shen Haohai’s all-out attack.

Shen Tianhu still had another battle to fight, against Shen Haohai’s younger brother!

Shen Xiang hurried over, supporting the almost-falling Shen Tianhu, "Dad, how are you?" As he spoke, Shen Xiang placed his hand on Shen Tianhu’s abdomen, infusing pure wood attribute true qi into his father’s body.

Feeling the surging wood attribute true qi, Shen Tianhu’s body trembled, and he stared at Shen Xiang in shock, but quickly recovered.

"My internal injuries are severe. Shen Haohai spared no effort to injure me. Don’t waste your true qi!" Shen Tianhu was thrilled, as he felt his son’s true qi was much stronger than he had expected.

Shen Xiang, hearing his father’s words, felt a heavy heart. His father still had one more battle, and if he lost, it would mean the end.

"The second round, don’t waste time!" Shen Haohai said weakly, his face pale. Though severely injured, he was excited, confident that Shen Tianhu would not be able to defeat his younger brother.

Shen Xiang looked at Shen Haohai, a glint of determination in his eyes, and said, "I will fight!"

Shen Xiang’s decision to replace his father in the fight shocked everyone. They all knew Shen Xiang had no spirit vein and his strength was not great, though he could release true qi fire and control flame alchemy to compensate, it wouldn’t be enough in a short time.

The person Shen Xiang was facing was not an ordinary person, but someone with the strength of the Seventh Level of the Ordinary Martial Realm. Many believed Shen Xiang was making a foolish decision out of a desire to help his father retain the clan leader position.

Shen Tianhu was also surprised, but after seeing the confident look in Shen Xiang’s eyes, he considered whether to agree to Shen Xiang’s request. He was severely injured and could not fight, or he would lose and be even more severely injured.

A young man laughed contemptuously and said, "You, without a spirit vein, also think you can compete with the elders? Even though you can refine some inferior spirit pills, in terms of strength, I can easily defeat you! I’m already at the Fifth Level of the Ordinary Martial Realm!"

This young man was Shen Zhenhua, who had previously had a conflict with Shen Xiang at the Spirit Pill Pavilion. He was Shen Haohai’s son.

Shen Zhenhua, at his age, reaching the Fifth Level of the Ordinary Martial Realm, was a rare genius, and his arrogance was justified.

"Shen Zhenhua, what if I win?" Shen Xiang said calmly, his composed demeanor not that of a madman.

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