End of the World: The materials consumed by women are returned ten thousand times.

In Lin Lang's vision, the information about the mysterious "Saint" emerged:

【Zhong Qinglan】

[Appearance: 9.7 points]

【Charging: 0 times】

[Loyalty: 10%]

[Return rate: 300]

[Combat Power: S]

Ok?
9.7 points for appearance!
Still 0 charging!
Suddenly, Lin Lang's heart was moved——

"S-level combat power is good... Unfortunately, that's all."

……

"Brother, kneel down!"

This time!

The man kneeling at Lin Lang's feet pulled Lin Lang's pants again and said in a low voice:
"When the Saint Lady travels, she will often bestow Tongmai Pills!"

"If you eat it, your meridians will be opened up and you can become a warrior!"

"This is an opportunity that many people dream of! It's okay if you are not interested, but don't ruin the Saint's mood and get us into trouble!"

After hearing this, Lin Lang found it ridiculous and couldn't help but sneered:

"What's wrong with becoming a warrior?"

When Lin Lang strengthened his body for the fifth time, he awakened the Martial Arts Saint Body.

This is already the top qualification in martial arts practice!

But for Lin Lang, who is full of treasures...

Nothing special!

He had only used the power of the Martial Arts Saint Body once before, when he killed the "Black Dragon".

Haven't used it since then.

……

And just when Lin Lang was talking to that person.

The huge team was getting closer and closer and had already arrived in front of them.

The saint in the sedan chair seemed to have noticed something strange here and glanced sideways.

"Be bold!"

That shrill voice like that of a eunuch exploded again without any warning!
Everyone's eyes were directed towards Lin Lang and the others.

Lin Lang's eyes also swept over and locked onto the white-faced, beardless man——

【Wu Ji】

[Combat Power: B++]

[Superpower: Regeneration (Level 7)]

The man named Wu Ji's face darkened, he took a step forward and scolded:
"Who are you? You don't even kneel down when you see the Saint! Don't you know that this is disrespectful to the Saint?"

His voice echoed in the surroundings, making the surrounding air seem to tremble slightly, and his eyes were full of arrogance and anger, as if in his eyes, not kneeling to the Saint was an unforgivable sin.

Lin Lang's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a trace of disdain. His eyes seemed to penetrate Wu Ji, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, and he said nonchalantly:

"Humph, the person who is worthy of making me kneel has not yet been born into this world!"

"Ok?"

When Wu Ji heard this, the anger on his face froze instantly, replaced by a barely perceptible trace of astonishment and hesitation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself:

"This guy is so arrogant, could it be that he has some unfathomable background behind him? Otherwise, how dare he be so presumptuous in front of this saint?"

A hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously took a small step back, as if he wanted to keep a little distance from Lin Lang, just in case.

After a moment of silence, Wu Ji cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound calmer, and asked:
"You...what is your martial arts cultivation?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Lin Lang, trying to capture some useful information from the other party's expression and reaction. His hands also subconsciously clenched into fists, as if he would attack immediately if Lin Lang made the slightest movement.

Lin Lang hesitated slightly:

"Martial arts cultivation?"

He was really unfamiliar with the word.

Wu Ji's heart sank: "You...you are not a warrior?"

Lin Lang shrugged, folded his hands across his chest, and said indifferently:

"So what if I'm not one? In your place, can't you speak if you're not a warrior?"

"Besides, aren't you a warrior too?"

Obviously, he didn't take Wu Ji seriously at all.

Wu Ji's face turned red instantly, veins popped on his forehead, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He turned his head abruptly and roared loudly to the group of men behind him:

"Someone, come here! Take down these people who don't know how to live or die! How dare a nobody like him, who is not a warrior, be so arrogant here! He simply doesn't take me seriously!"

His voice became sharp and piercing with anger, and his whole body was shaking slightly with anger, as if he had been greatly insulted.

After hearing the order, the group of men immediately swarmed forward and surrounded Lin Lang and others, with a ferocious expression on everyone's face!
……

At this moment, the air seemed to be stagnant with a thick atmosphere of tension, and not even a breath of wind could get through.

Lu Suran clung tightly to Lin Lang, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes, her body trembling slightly, her eyes full of fear and anxiety, her lips a little pale, obviously she was frightened by the tense situation.

Ding Xinrou stood tall and straight, her eyes as firm as an eagle, and one hand firmly on the hilt of the knife!

Like a cheetah ready to pounce, he would draw his sword without hesitation and stand up for Lin Lang at the slightest sign of trouble.

"stop!"

A clear but majestic shout suddenly rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw the saint sitting in a sedan chair.

When Wu Ji heard the Saint's voice, his body shook violently, and he turned around quickly, shouting at his men at the top of his lungs:

"Stop it! Didn't you hear the Saint's order?"

There was a hint of flattery in that voice, as well as a deep reverence for the Saint, which formed a sharp contrast with the brutality he had shown towards Lin Lang and the others just now.

The Saint's eyes swept over Lin Lang and the other two, a hint of subtle curiosity flashed in her eyes, and then she said calmly:

"If he doesn't want to kneel, then he doesn't have to kneel. What's the big deal? There's no need to make a big fuss about it."

Her voice was gentle, yet it revealed an irresistible power, as if her words were an order that could not be disobeyed.

Wu Ji lowered his head and nodded, without a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. He leaned forward slightly, behaved very submissively, and whispered:
"The Saint is right. I was rude."

But when he raised his head slightly, he glared at Lin Lang and the others fiercely. His eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, as if he wanted to eat them alive.

Lin Lang caught Wu Ji's gaze, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a brilliant smile. That smile was somewhat provocative and somewhat complacent, as if to say:

"What can you do to me?" Seeing this, Wu Ji's anger suddenly burned even more vigorously. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white from the force, his teeth were chattering, and he secretly swore that he must find an opportunity to teach this ignorant guy a lesson.

……

But this time.

The saint opened her red lips and whispered a few instructions to the subordinates beside her.

Immediately.

A maid carefully brought out an exquisite tray. On the tray, ten pills were neatly arranged. The pills were round and smooth, exuding a faint luster. The fragrance of the medicine instantly filled the air, fascinated everyone.

"Tongmai Pill!"

Someone shouted loudly, and in an instant, the crowd was thrown into chaos.

Everyone's faces were filled with greed, their eyes flashing with blazing light, and without hesitation, they all knelt on the ground and rushed towards the Saint like a tide, shouting non-stop:

"Saint, please have mercy on me. Please give me some medicine!"

The sound rose and fell, deafening, as if it was going to break through the sky.

Wu Ji saw this, his face darkened, and he quickly stepped forward and shouted:

"Everyone be quiet! The number of elixirs is limited, and everything will be arranged by the Saint!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, and his eyes revealed a fierce light. He glanced back and forth at the crowd, trying to intimidate everyone with his majesty.

However, the saint seemed not to hear the noise. She slightly turned sideways, approached a maid beside her, and whispered a few words.

The maid looked respectful and nodded repeatedly. Then she brought three attendants, holding three pills in her hands, and walked straight towards Lin Lang and his companions with light lotus steps.

"The Saint gave me medicine, why don't you accept it?"

The maid walked up to Lin Lang and spoke softly.

Her voice was soft and melodious, but it was clearly audible in this noisy environment.

Wu Ji's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened wide as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

After a moment, he stammered:

"Saint, why...why did you give them the medicine?"

His voice was full of doubt and unwillingness, his eyes were full of confusion and jealousy, and he stared at the three pills, as if they were his beloved things that had been taken away from him for no reason.

Everyone also cast surprised glances at him, and whispered to each other:
"These people were disrespectful to the Saint and refused to kneel. Why did they receive the Saint's reward? What is the reason behind this?"

Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion and envy, and even a hint of jealousy.

The Saint's expression was calm. She glanced at everyone calmly, and finally landed on Lin Lang. She said slowly:

"He is not afraid of the strong and has a strong character. This kind of courage is rare. I see in him the character that a warrior should have! Therefore, I am willing to give him a chance and let him embark on the path of a warrior."

Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

When Wu Ji heard this, the fire of jealousy burned fiercely in his heart, burning him to the point of burning.

He clenched his hands tightly into fists in his sleeves, his nails digging deeply into his palms, and his face turned pale and red.

He really wanted to open his mouth to refute, but looking at the saint's unquestionable eyes, he finally swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

But that ugly face was like the haze before a storm, so gloomy that water almost seemed to drip out of it.

Just when everyone was staring at Lin Lang and his companions with envious eyes, as if they were holding rare treasures in their hands, Lin Lang remained calm and unperturbed.

He stretched out his hand and took the pill steadily. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, without any trembling or eagerness.

After getting the pill, he placed it in the palm of his hand, and his eyes instantly became focused and sharp, like an experienced connoisseur examining a precious antique.

He first turned the pill gently, carefully observing its color and texture from all angles, his expression as if he wanted to see through every detail of the pill.

Then, he slowly moved closer to the pill, closed his eyes, sniffed it gently, and frowned slightly, as if trying to capture the information contained in every scent emitted by the pill.

How would they know?

Lin Lang has profound attainments in alchemy and can be called an expert!
He also built the Shendan Pavilion in Mingyue City’s Xingfu Community!
The characteristics, formulas and effects of various elixirs are already well known!
With his keen perception and rich experience, he could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the pill.

After a careful inspection, Lin Lang was certain that this elixir was definitely not the legendary Tongmai Dan that could open up the meridians and help people become warriors.

He raised his head slightly and looked straight at the Saint, without any fear or retreat in his eyes, and asked calmly and frankly:

"What kind of elixir is this?"

When Wu Ji saw this, he jumped out like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

His face was full of anger and ferocity, and he roared loudly:

"You are so bold! The Saint gave you the medicine, which is the blessing you have cultivated for several lifetimes. Instead of kneeling down to thank her, you dare to question the Saint. Do you know what kind of God-given fortune this is? You are simply courting death by doing this!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, echoing all around, and every word seemed to carry endless anger and accusation.

However, Lin Lang seemed to be oblivious to Wu Ji's chatter, as if he was just a buzzing fly that was not worth his attention.

His eyes were still fixed on the Saint, and he continued to speak in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:

"This pill does not contain any ingredients that can dredge the meridians. This is related to my own safety. If you don't explain its origin and efficacy clearly, how can I dare to take it rashly?"

His tone was calm, as if he was bargaining with a vegetable vendor.

This time!

The Saint's maid stepped forward and explained on her behalf:
"Do you think becoming a warrior is easy?"

"This pill is a marrow cleansing pill. It has extraordinary effects and can wash away the impurities and old strength in your body. However, at the same time, all the superpowers you previously possessed will be completely lost!"

"Only after you have been baptized by this marrow cleansing pill, will you be qualified to step into the threshold of a warrior!"

"Then, take the Tongluo Pill to clear your meridians! Only then will you have a chance to become a true warrior."

As the maid spoke, she looked at Lin Lang with a slightly scrutinizing gaze!

It seemed as if it was waiting for him to understand the interests involved so that he could take the pill with gratitude.

After hearing these words, Lin Lang frowned slightly, and the original calmness on his face was replaced by a trace of boredom.

He shook his head slightly and said indifferently:
"You have to give up your hard-earned superpowers first, just to have a slight chance of becoming a warrior, and there's no guarantee of success? Who would be willing to do such a losing business?"

As he spoke, he played with the marrow cleansing pill in his hand, as if he was holding just an ordinary stone.

When Wu Ji heard this, he was so angry that he trembled all over. He could no longer bear it. His face turned red, veins on his neck bulged, and he cursed:

"Asshole! You know nothing! Who wouldn't want to do it? There are so many people who are willing! Becoming a warrior is a step to heaven. From then on, you can be superior to others and walk sideways in this world. What does a little risk mean? You are so ungrateful and hopeless!"

Then!

Wu Ji turned around quickly, bowed respectfully to the Saint, and said in a flattering manner:
"Saint, this man is too arrogant and ignorant. With such a narrow vision, he is not qualified to be a warrior at all! I hope you will not waste such precious elixirs on him, lest he abuses them like this."

But facing Lin Lang who disobeyed her again and again, the saint did not get angry.

There was still some peace and patience in her eyes.

She just waved her hand gently, signaling Wu Ji not to say anything, and then looked at Lin Lang gently, explaining softly:

"You have a really good talent. I can see that you are extraordinary. As long as you take this marrow cleansing pill, I will give you a top-grade meridian-opening pill. With this help, your chance of becoming a warrior is as high as 90%. Not everyone can have such an opportunity."

Her words were full of persuasion, and she seemed to sincerely hope that Lin Lang could seize this rare opportunity.

Lin Lang sneered, his eyes full of disdain, and responded with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
"Only 90%? How is this different from committing suicide? You should look for someone else." (End of this chapter)