In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

The two women's mouths opened involuntarily into an O shape, their eyes filled with disbelief and surprise.

Instead of feeling disappointed for guessing wrong, they were sincerely happy for Li Zimo's amazing achievement.

Su Qingrou excitedly rushed to Li Zimo, hugged his arm tightly, and said excitedly:

"Mr. Li, you, you are already a seventh-grade alchemist? This is simply unbelievable!"

Li Zimo smiled slightly and said mysteriously:

"Maybe I'm already an eighth-grade alchemist."

Su Qingrou opened her mouth in surprise when she heard this: "Huh?"

Liu Wanying also looked at Li Zimo with admiration and said:

"Mr. Li, you are truly a genius."

Li Zimo looked at the two girls' blushing cheeks and said with a smile:

"Now you know you were wrong, right? Don't forget our bet tonight!"

Upon hearing this, the two girls blushed even more, lowered their heads, and kept pinching the corners of their clothes with their fingers, feeling both expectant and a little shy.

Su Qingrou whispered shyly:

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have guessed a second-grade alchemist. How foolish! I wasted an opportunity. If I had been bolder, I might have guessed right."

Li Zimo heard this and smiled:

"That's not necessarily true. You never know what's going on."

After saying that, he turned around and took out the medicinal materials for the eighth-level breakthrough pill from the storage ring, ready to start refining.

The two girls stared in surprise. Liu Wanying quickly dissuaded them:

"Mr. Li, don't be so stubborn. The medicinal materials for the eighth-level breakthrough pill are extremely precious. It would be a shame if you fail."

Li Zimo smiled and shook his head, saying confidently:

"Don't worry, I still have a lot of these herbs and I won't waste them. Besides, I have confidence in myself."

After saying this, he devoted all his attention to refining the elixir.

The two girls looked at Li Zimo's focused and confident appearance, and their eyes couldn't help but reveal admiration.

They stared at Li Zimo in a daze, as if they were deeply attracted by his charm.

After a long time, the two came back to their senses, looked at each other, and turned their heads away with blushing faces, feeling very shy.

Then, they began to watch Li Zimo making the elixir in silence.

As time goes by, the fragrance of the elixir gradually spreads, intoxicating people.

Finally, a furnace of eighteen eighth-level breakthrough pills were successfully produced. Each pill had pill patterns and emitted an attractive luster.

The two girls ran over happily to check the pills, and unknowingly put their arms around Li Zimo's arms.

Liu Wanying said excitedly, "Mr. Li, you are truly amazing! You can refine an eighth-level breakthrough pill so easily. It's truly admirable."

Su Qingrou's face was full of disbelief, and she exclaimed:

"Yes, Master Li, how come you've become so powerful after just one trip? You're already an eighth-rank alchemist! You know, the best alchemist in our Shenwu Empire is only at the sixth rank."

Li Zimo smiled slightly and explained:

"I got some opportunities outside, and my cultivation and alchemy skills have improved."

When the two women heard this, they suddenly understood.

They then realized that generally only when one's cultivation reaches a corresponding level can one refine pills of the corresponding grade.

Liu Wanying asked curiously, "Mr. Li, have you already broken through to the Martial Honor Realm?"

Su Qingrou also looked at Li Zimo expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Li Zimo shook his head slightly and said:

"Not yet, I'm only at the ninth level of Martial King right now."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wanying became even more puzzled: "Then how did you refine an eighth-level elixir? This is incredible."

Li Zimo smiled mysteriously and said:

"Because I have received some inheritance, my strength has greatly increased. Ordinary martial masters are no match for me."

After hearing this, the two women widened their eyes in surprise.

They realized that Li Zimo's current strength was no longer what it used to be, and he could even be compared with Wu Zun.

Thinking of the gap in strength between them, the two women felt a little bitter in their hearts. They looked at each other with a hint of sadness in their eyes.

They understood that Li Zimo's strength and status far surpassed theirs, and perhaps he no longer looked down on them.

In the world of warriors, strength determines everything.

A warrior can live to be 150 years old, a martial artist can live to be 200 years old, a martial spirit can live to be 250 years old, and a martial king can live to be 500 years old.

The lifespans of Martial Emperor, Martial Zong, Martial Reverend, Martial Saint and Martial Emperor are even longer, reaching 1,000 years, 1,500 years, 3,000 years, 5,000 years and 10,000 years respectively.

Thinking of Li Zimo's future lifespan and potential, both women felt a little ashamed of themselves.

At eighteen, Li Zimo already possessed strength comparable to that of a Martial Lord, and was certain to become a Martial Emperor in the future. Meanwhile, their lifespan of one hundred and fifty was likely their limit. They were all deeply saddened.

Liu Wanying had tears in her eyes: "Mr. Li, I feel a little unwell. I will go back first."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Su Qingrou burst into tears: "Mr. Li, I'm going back too."

After saying that, she wiped her tears and followed Liu Wanying crying.

Li Zimo looked at the two women's sudden sadness and felt a little confused.

Seeing them crying and about to leave, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Wanying, Qingrou, what's wrong with you? Is it because you guessed the bet wrong and want to regret it? Don't forget to come to my room tonight, we agreed on that."

Upon hearing this, the two women stopped crying and turned to look at him.

They saw sincerity and joy in Li Zimo's eyes and knew that he was not kidding them.

Su Qingrou forced a smile on her face and asked:

"Mr. Li, you, you really don't despise our low level of cultivation?"

Li Zimo looked at her seriously and said:

"Dislike? How could that be? In my heart, you will always be the same as you were at the beginning, regardless of your level of cultivation."

Liu Wanying also asked, "But the gap between you and us is widening. You already possess strength comparable to that of a Martial Lord, and may even become a Martial Emperor in the future. For us, living to 150 years old is already our limit. Can we really stay by your side?"

When Li Zimo heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He walked up to the two women, patted their shoulders gently, and said:

"Don't think that way. If I like you, I like you. What does it have to do with my strength?"

Su Qingrou said with a hint of worry: "But, my lord, our youth will fade away, but you will have a long life."

Li Zimo looked at them affectionately and answered gently:

"Wanying, Qingrou, true love does not depend on the length of time, but on the harmony of the soul. As long as our hearts are connected, even if it is only a short time together, it will be an eternal memory."

Liu Wanying and Su Qingrou's eyes instantly moistened, and they called out with emotion:

"Son..."

Afterwards, the two of them snuggled tightly in Li Zimo's arms, as if they wanted to engrave this moment in their hearts forever.

Li Zimo also gently stroked their hair, giving them endless warmth and comfort.