The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Chapter 1193: Soul Returning Pill? Give Me One?

Editor: Atlas Studios

Beiting Huang didn’t expect Zhu Lin to admit defeat so readily. Instead, she was a little stunned and couldn’t come back to her senses. Did he admit defeat just like that? No way. She thought that Zhu Lin would insist on revealing the grade of the medicinal pill she refined.

Beiting Huang had seen how arrogant Zhu Lin was, but he was so carefree that Beiting Huang didn’t expect him to admit defeat. This made Beiting Huang have a much better impression of him.

“Your Excellency Zhu Lin, in terms of pill refinement experience and technique, I’m actually inferior to you. I’ve only been refining pills for two to three months…”

Beiting Huang was only halfway through his sentence when the entire arena was filled with exclamations. For the first time, these powerhouses and alchemists on the Central Continent had forgotten Beiting Huang’s identity and interrupted him to exclaim. No one had expected him to become a fifth-grade alchemist in just two to three months.

Don’t be so scary, okay?

Zhu Lin’s entire body swayed and he almost fell on the stage. His eyes widened as he looked at Beiting Huang as if he was looking at a monster. He had actually forgotten that there was a Tungsten Golden Four Beast Cauldron hanging above his head. “What did you say? You’ve only been refining pills for two to three months? Then how did you refine the two fifth-grade pills yesterday?”

Even he, a renowned alchemy genius in the 33 Heavens, who had perfectly inherited the talent of the Valley of Pills’ Great Sovereign, could not refine a fifth-grade pill in two to three months.

In fact, he could not even concoct any medicine in two to three months, so how could he refine it?

Did this guy have to be so abnormal? Suddenly, Zhu Lin regretted coming to the Central Continent. If he hadn’t come, he wouldn’t have met this damn guy, he wouldn’t have been defeated by him, and he wouldn’t have been trampled under Beiting Huang’s feet.

This was simply too infuriating.

“What a joke. Who does he think he is? He can refine a fifth-grade pill in two to three months. Does he think that alchemy is child’s play?” The Green Concubine would never believe it.

Guan Yang glanced at Beiting Huang and snorted. “No matter what kind of demon he is, he won’t live past 15 years old!”

When the entire arena calmed down, Beiting Huang didn’t answer him. Instead, she said, “You and I both need the Soul Returning Grass to save the most important person in our lives. Why don’t we do this? I’ll ask you the question before the competition. If I win, what are your plans?”

Zhu Lin was a little annoyed. He had already admitted defeat, but Beiting Huang was still so persistent. What did he mean?

As if reading his mind, Beiting Huang touched her nose and smiled. “I didn’t mean that. What I mean is that now that I’ve won, I can refine at least two Soul Returning Pills. I can give you one!”

“Soul Returning Pill? Give me one? Are you serious?” Zhu Lin’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect Beiting Huang to be so magnanimous. It had to be known that the Soul Returning Pill was an overlord level medicinal pill, a tenth-grade pill. The Soul Returning Grass was just one of the ingredients. Among the envoys, the most important medicine was actually the Phoenix Tail Flower in Beiting Huang’s hand.

Even if he obtained the Soul Returning Grass, it would be extremely difficult to find the Phoenix Tail Flower.

“Then what do you want me to do for you?” When Zhu Lin asked this, he was already prepared. No matter what Beiting Huang wanted him to do, he would do it.