C11 An old thing in a ring (2)

To Ling Xiaotian, this was undoubtedly the safest method. Even if what the old man said was true, with the wound so far away from the ring, it couldn't possibly fly up here on its own to draw blood, right?

The ring slowly turned from silver white to red, and Ling Xiaotian could clearly feel its temperature slowly rise!

"Stop, I can't hold on any longer. Brat, what are you trying to do?" The old man's hysterical voice came.

Damn, you're not my grandpa, why should I listen to you? Ling Xiaotian had more thoughts, how could he hide people inside the storage ring, this ring must be a treasure, if not Shangguan Bing'er wouldn't be so nervous!

As for the voice inside, it could be because the ring had intelligence, like a treasured sword or a treasured blade. As for the voice inside, it could be because the ring had intelligence, like a treasured sword or a treasured blade.

Maybe it was because Ling Xiaotian had read too many fantasy novels on Earth, but he had always thought of it this way.

After a few more drops of blood, the ring no longer made a sound, but only became more and more red.

Ling Xiaotian stopped moving first. The speed at which the ring was absorbing blood was getting slower and slower, and also due to the fact that his wounds were healing really fast, he was already unable to squeeze out.

"Buzz buzz!"

The ring made a sound like a bee's wings flapping, and then it floated up and fell down from Ling Xiaotian's hand.

Ling Xiaotian could not help but take two steps back as he stared unblinkingly at the ring on the ground.

"Buzz!"

With a louder sound, the ring flashed a red light and a translucent old man appeared from within. His entire body was red, even his beard and hair were no exception.

"Who the hell are you?" Seeing such an old man with such a strange appearance, Ling Xiaotian was already prepared to fight at any time. As long as something was amiss, he would immediately scram!

"Do you know what you've done?" The old man's face was full of anger, and his beard trembled when he spoke, even though it wasn't a real beard.

"It's none of your business. Of course I recognize you as my master. Could it be that what I did was wrong?" "You're referring to the sword spirit in the ring, right? No, perhaps the ring spirit would be more suitable to describe you. I'm warning you, I'm already your master. You'd better be polite with me when you speak, or else I'll be rude to you too!"

"What a joke, who do you think you are to be my master! I am not a ring spirit as you said! " The old man pointed at Ling Xiaotian's nose and cursed, "How did I meet a person like you?

The old man was truly angry, he definitely wasn't faking it.

The old man looked at his own body, then looked at Ling Xiaotian, and then suddenly turned miserable, and said: "How could I become like this, don't tell me you really are my master, isn't that right? In the past, there were at least dozens of people who wanted to bind it with their blood, because with my existence, no one succeeded, how can you?"

Ling Xiaotian spread out his hands, and said shamelessly: "What about me, it's already like this, it's too late to regret about it. Why don't you tell me, what exactly happened?"

The old man sat on the rock in anger and smiled bitterly, "Perhaps this is heaven's will. Whatever, what you said makes sense. Your blood has already been absorbed by my soul and is closely related to it. I'll tell you who I am then!"

It turned out the old man was an expert from several thousand years ago. Not only was he a battle qi expert, he was also an advanced pharmacist and the only person to become a level ten Medicine Sovereign in tens of thousands of years.

Alchemists were indeed the most eye-catching profession in the Mystic Cloud Continent. Their status was even higher than warriors, but their one in ten thousand "production rate" was even more incomparable. The "production" rate of a pharmacist was one in ten thousand. In other words, out of ten thousand people, only one person could become a pharmacist. And out of a hundred pharmacists, one could become a great pharmacist. Similarly, it was very difficult for one out of a hundred Great Herb Masters to become a Great Herb King.

Alchemists could refine all kinds of pills, they could be used to heal wounds, gather Qi, increase one's strength in an instant, and they could even be used to help warriors level up. They could also be used to refine pills that could bring the dead back to life.

Alchemists were divided into 10 ranks, from level 1 to 3, they were called primary pharmacists, they were able to refine pills that could raise one's spirit, get rid of fatigue, stop bleeding, heal injuries, and so on; from level 3 to 6, they were called intermediate pharmacists, who were able to refine pills such as hematopoiesis, coagulation, poison avoidance and detoxification; from level 7 to 9, they were called high level pharmacists, and in the past few thousand years, very few people were able to become a drug king, able to refine pills that could instantly raise their strength, fly, or even rank up. These pills were the most coveted objects of warrior who used dou qi, and were also priceless pills! Level 10 was something that only existed in myths and was known as the Medicine Sovereign. He was able to refine elixirs that could bring the dead back to life.

Although Ling Xiaotian had not been here for long, he still had a certain level of understanding towards the profession of alchemist. In the entire Mystic Cloud Continent, the highest level alchemist was a level 8 Medicine King, and he was the focus of attention of the three empires. Even the Saint Martial Sect was being respectful to him.

This old man did not reveal himself. He was actually the Medicine Sovereign from a few thousand years ago?

"Old man, you're not lying to me!" Ling Xiaotian was in disbelief. He had read about the history of the continent and the fact that the appearance of the Medicine Sovereign several thousand years ago was not recorded in the historical records.

The old man glared at Ling Xiaotian, and retorted: "Look at my current state, do I need to lie to you, what benefits do I have?"

Ling Xiaotian shrugged his shoulders. The old man was right, there was no need to lie about it.

"Then why are you hiding in this ring?" Ling Xiaotian said in confusion, "If you really are a Medicine Sovereign, then you should be a famous celebrity on the continent. Everyone has to give you some face, and historians can also praise you for your achievements, so why haven't I heard of you before?"

The old man lowered his head dejectedly and said, "It's all because I was young and didn't understand. I wandered the wrong path and joined a huge organization. I can't escape after that!"

"It can't be?" Ling Xiaotian did not know what the old man was talking about, and laughed: "I see that you are clever, but do you know how to go astray?"

Clever your * * * *, didn't I just fall into your hands? Can't I fall into someone else's hands if I fall into your hands, little bastard? The old man suppressed the fire in his heart and asked, "Let me ask you, what is the biggest civil organization in the world?"

"Saint Martial Sect, even little kids know about it!"

Then that's right, the Saint Martial Sect! The old man smiled.

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