Divine War Pill Emperor

Jiang Chen slapped Bai Shu across the face.

Bai Shu was in disbelief. In a rage, he lunged at Jiang Chen.

It was a monstrous humiliation. To think he’d been slapped by a good-for-nothing... If word of this got out, Bai Shu wouldn’t be able to show his face anywhere.

"Stop! This is the Treasure Elephant Pavilion."

The attendant finally shouted, rushing to stop Bai Shu.

Even though Bai Shu had been hit, the Treasure Elephant Pavilion was not to be trifled with.

The attendant even dared to stop him, despite Bai Shu being the young master of the Bai Family, one of the three great families of Hanwu City.

Bai Shu suddenly came to his senses.

He had indeed gotten a bit carried away.

He immediately stopped.

He stared at Jiang Chen, who was just inches away.

He was practically gnashing his teeth.

After all, he had been slapped by Jiang Chen.

He glared viciously at Jiang Chen.

Both were young masters from prominent families in Hanwu City.

If the two of them were to fight, it would represent a clash between their two families, which was no small matter.

Bai Shu sneered, "Jiang Chen, you dare to hit me? Just you wait. I’ll make you regret this."

The attendants by Bai Shu’s side all wore grim expressions.

But considering this was the Treasure Elephant Pavilion, none of them dared to make a move.

"You good-for-nothing! Sooner or later, you’ll die at our young master’s hands."

Faced with the threats from the Bai Family members,

Jiang Chen merely showed an indifferent expression.

He rubbed his nose and smiled faintly.

"Fine by me. I like people like you—the kind who still don’t learn their lesson after getting hit."

"You’re welcome to come looking for another beating anytime."

’Who was he to fear a mere member of the Bai Family?’

Even if the Bai Family’s Patriarch stood before him, Jiang Chen wouldn’t hesitate to act when necessary.

He shrugged nonchalantly. He’d already thrown the punch; Bai Shu was the one left stewing.

Bai Shu gnashed his teeth for a moment.

Finally, seething with anger, he waved a hand at his attendants.

"We’re leaving."

Before he left, he didn’t forget to shoot Jiang Chen a look filled with intense hatred.

Then he and his attendants left the Treasure Elephant Pavilion.

Jiang Chen remained unmoved. ’In his eyes, people like Bai Shu were just insignificant clowns who wouldn’t be a problem for long.’

Right now, he didn’t have time to waste on them.

"Thank you."

He received his Pill Furnace, which had cost him quite a few spirit crystals.

But it was worth it. As long as he had the Pill Furnace, Jiang Chen could refine Elixirs.

Everything else would be easy from now on.

「Meanwhile, at the Ximen residence.」

As one of the three great families of Hanwu City, the Ximen Family’s power was naturally quite formidable.

They controlled a great deal of the industry in Hanwu City.

But what infuriated Patriarch Ximen, Ximen Gong, today was that his son, Ximen Jianren, had actually had his limbs crippled by someone.

"Who did this?"

He stared at Ximen Jianren’s attendants before him.

His face was filled with killing intent.

The attendants still had the black residue of some foul substance around their mouths, and their stomachs churned with nausea.

Yet they had come before the Patriarch at the first possible moment.

They knew they would certainly not escape punishment.

And they knew better than anyone how Ximen Jianren had ended up like this.

It was, of course, the work of that despicable good-for-nothing, Jiang Chen.

At that moment, one of them quickly knelt and reported truthfully to Ximen Gong, "Patriarch, it was Jiang Chen, the son of the Jiang Family’s Patriarch."

The others all knelt before Ximen Gong, trembling with fear.

"Yes, Patriarch! Jiang Chen deliberately picked a fight with the Young Master, and in the end, he beat him into this state and crippled his four limbs."

"We were no match for him at all."

They pushed all the blame onto Jiang Chen.

They also hated Jiang Chen to the extreme. Making them eat that foul substance was just too despicable.

Ximen Gong’s expression was incredibly grim.

He carefully examined his son’s injuries.

He trembled all over with rage.

"Jiang Chen... Wasn’t his Martial Vein dug out, turning him into a cripple?"

He knew a few things about Jiang Chen.

After all, as the son of the Jiang Family’s Patriarch, the Ximen Clan would naturally pay some attention to him.

The three great families all kept a close watch on their rivals. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Besides, the matter of Jiang Chen’s Martial Vein being stolen was known to everyone.

They had all been wondering who could have stolen Jiang Chen’s Martial Vein.

The fact that Jiang Chen was now a good-for-nothing should have been unchangeable.

The attendants all shook their heads frantically.

"We don’t know why, but that Jiang Chen is even stronger than our Young Master."

"We saw it with our own eyes."

After hearing this, Ximen Gong grew even more furious.

"His Martial Vein was stolen. It’s impossible for him to defeat my son. My son is an expert at the Martial Artist Ninth Heaven!"

’A good-for-nothing defeating a Martial Artist Ninth Heaven expert? Impossible.’

So, the situation was rather strange.

But the attendants didn’t understand any of it.

"Dammit! Go! Each of you will receive fifty strikes with the plank."

His son had been crippled, and his rage was unbearable, so he vented it directly on the attendants.

"Patriarch, spare us..."

The attendants all began to beg for mercy.

Fifty strikes from the plank would leave them half-dead.

"Death, or fifty strikes. Take your pick."

What?

The attendants nearly pissed themselves in fear and had no choice but to obediently accept the fifty strikes.

One by one, they went out, and a series of miserable screams followed.

Ximen Gong fed his son some Healing Medicine.

At this moment, Ximen Jianren was unconscious.

He had clearly passed out from the pain.

Jiang Chen had been ruthless, crippling all four of Ximen Jianren’s limbs.

An injury like this was not so easily treated.

Soon, Ximen Gong summoned an Alchemist from the Ximen Clan.

"Master Chen, please take a look at my son’s injuries. Is there any chance of recovery?"

Master Chen was the Alchemist hired by the Ximen Family. He was a First-Grade Alchemist, and the Ximen Clan’s entire elixir industry relied on him.

Obviously, when it came to healing, Master Chen, as an Alchemist, would certainly have more solutions.

Ximen Gong was also quite respectful toward this Master Chen.

An Alchemist was no ordinary figure.

After examining the boy, Master Chen’s expression turned grave.

"The attacker was ruthless."

"The Young Master’s limbs have all been crippled, his bones shattered."

Ximen Gong asked anxiously, "Master Chen, is there a chance for my son’s injuries to heal?"

He didn’t want to hear anything else; he just wanted to know the outcome.

Master Chen could see Ximen Gong’s desperation and a father’s love for his son.

He pondered for a moment.

Then he said, "To recover from an injury like this is clearly difficult, but not impossible."

Ximen Gong’s face lit up with joy.

He heard a glimmer of hope in Master Chen’s words.

’My son can be saved!’

If he couldn’t recover, his son would be completely ruined for life.

Master Chen didn’t hide anything.

He stated truthfully, "The Young Master’s injuries involve shattered bones. This is no ordinary wound."

"Therefore, to heal this kind of injury, there are no First-Grade Elixirs with that kind of effect."

"Only a Second-Grade Elixir—and a high-quality Golden Healing Pill at that—would have a chance of curing the Young Master’s injuries."

The Golden Healing Pill was a Second-Grade Elixir.

Master Chen naturally knew that only an elixir on the level of a Second-Grade Golden Healing Pill offered any hope of curing Ximen Jianren.

Upon hearing this, Ximen Gong was even more thrilled.

"Master Chen, since this Golden Healing Pill is so effective, are you able to refine it?"

He looked at Master Chen with anticipation.

After all, Master Chen was their Ximen Family’s Alchemist.