"As expected of the little blue pill, it really works!"

Bai Cang felt the surging energy within his body and his refreshed state, and couldn't help but show joy on his face.

If the time and place weren't all wrong, he really wanted to have a good "doing" of it—no, a good "cultivation" session.

However, based on Bai Cang's extensive experience with taking drugs, he quickly estimated the effects of the "little blue pill" on him.

If you finish this bottle of medicine, you can probably increase your magical power by one-tenth.

If he operates at full capacity, he can complete the entire process of "refining pills - taking medicine - cultivating" in just one hour.

Most importantly, the cost is extremely low, amounting to only a few thousand taels of silver at most.

Even without purple ginseng as the main ingredient, it can still guarantee about one-third of the medicinal effect.

Even after deducting the time needed to collect the medicinal herbs, Bai Cang felt that refining three batches a day was not difficult.

In other words, the time it takes him to accumulate a wisp of magical power is now only ten days, making the efficiency three times higher.

The cost, however, is only about 300,000 taels of silver per month.

Okay, actually it's not cheap at all!

However, Bai Cang felt that he was now "quite wealthy" and had a new source of income from high-quality fasting pills, so he could support himself.

There might even be a surplus; it's not impossible to accumulate ten thousand taels of gold, a thousand taels of pure gold, and a hundred bushels of pearls within a year.

By then, he should have opened up twenty or thirty acupoints and advanced to a level close to "the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining (lower-grade Dao Foundation version)".

"Thank you for the gifts of nature!"

Bai Cang thought to himself with delight, "The future looks promising!"

Just then, a slightly puzzled voice suddenly rang out.

"Is this how you usually refine pills?"

In an instant, Bai Cang felt his scalp tingle and jumped up as if a cat had its fur standing on end.

Before he could even form a second thought, he activated the "Five Ghosts Escape Form" technique, preparing to flee and escape.

Regardless of who said this, the fact that the other party was able to sneak into the alchemy room without the other party noticing, and even possibly observe the entire process of the other party's "alchemy", without the other party noticing anything unusual, is astonishing.

Bai Cang was certain: this was definitely not someone he could afford to offend.

If not now, when?

But the next second, a single sentence from the other party held Bai Cang under control for a full three seconds.

"I am Han Qinhu, you dare to try running away?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang was shocked and froze on the spot.

I dare not move! Not even the slightest bit!

Bai Cang didn't actually know much about Han Qinhu, only having a superficial, stereotypical impression based on Sun Hongbo's few words.

He is domineering, ruthless, cruel, and has a penchant for wiping out entire families.

These are all labels firmly attached to Han Qinhu.

Most importantly, even a wolf like the Master of the Three Yin Temple was filled with dread upon hearing the name Han Qinhu.

Even Han Tao's death completely changed his nature of "loving spiritual objects as if they were his own life," and he didn't even care about taking the spiritual medicine from Han Tao.

This gives a glimpse into Han Qinhu's ferocity!

What's even more deadly is that he himself is the real culprit who attacked and killed Han Tao!

Now that Han Qinhu has come knocking on his door, do you think Bai Cang is afraid?

"Fortunately, I don't have the bad habit of talking to myself; I just mutter to myself."

Bai Cang slowly turned his head, his body stiff.

A tall, imposing man in a flowing brocade robe stood with his arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.

But for some reason, he gives people the feeling of being arrogant, as if his eyes are even higher than the "king" character on his forehead.

Just standing there, it gives people a feeling of a dragon coiled and a tiger crouching.

An aura of arrogance, domineering and overbearing power spread unchecked.

His short, needle-like mustache on his chin gave him a sloppy look that suggested he "didn't care about the lives of others."

Just by looking at his posture, you can tell this person is incredibly strong.

If this kind of person wasn't strong, they would have been beaten to death long ago!

Don't panic! Don't lose your composure! There's still a chance!

Bai Cang's heart was pounding, as if it were about to leap out of his chest. Every hair on his body stood on end, as if he saw a death star shining brightly.

However, on the surface, he remained calm and composed, a composure that even surprised himself.

"Your subordinate, Bai Cang, greets Your Excellency the Inspector!"

Bai Cang bowed deeply, his manners extremely respectful, and his tone carried a genuine joy that even he himself almost believed: "I have long heard of your esteemed reputation, and seeing you today, I can confirm that it is indeed well-deserved."

"It is my great honor to have the pleasure of seeing Your Majesty's face. I am overjoyed."

"My respect for you, sir, is like a surging river, never-ending..."

Han Qinhu quietly looked at the seemingly respectful and "joyful" young man in front of him, who was actually ready to flee at any moment, and found himself inexplicably somewhat admiring of him.

"Are you really that happy to see me?"

Han Qinhu said with a half-smile, "You killed my men, and you still want to see me? It seems you really want to have a go at me!"

"Ah? What makes you say that, sir?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang's eyes widened, his face full of innocence. "I hit it off with Brother Han Tao the moment we met. We're like brothers who would cut off chicken heads and burn yellow paper together. How could I possibly kill him?"

"Who on earth killed my good brother Han Tao, and yet dares to deceive the officials and slander me, Han Tao's good brother?"

At this moment, right now.

Bai Cang seemed to be possessed by "Lynn Hung," every pore on his body seemed to be giving off an acting performance.

If it weren't for Han Qinhu's incorrect gender and his truly unappealing appearance, which was far too sloppy, Bai Cang would definitely have given him a performance of "I'm very angry right now."

Seeing this, Han Qinhu couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head and saying, "If you didn't kill him, why are you so nervous? Your face is all red!"

Bai Cang's heart was taut with tension, and he subconsciously replied, "I'm so excited to see you, and I feel radiant."

"Then why did it turn yellow again?"

"I applied wax because it's cold!"

Watching Bai Cang's seamless and natural "performance," Han Qinhu was genuinely amused.

"Thick-skinned, ruthless, and exceptionally talented, it's no wonder Han Tao died at your hands!"

Han Qinhu laughed heartily and said, "I suddenly realize that I've actually fallen for you a little!"

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

I neither killed Han Tao nor am I a corrupt official in Sichuan. Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation.

He slandered me! He slandered me!

Bai Cang shook his head violently, almost to the point of hallucination. "My lord, please listen to my excuses—no, my explanations! Brother Han Tao's death has absolutely nothing to do with me. I swear on the moat. Besides, I'm heartbroken. Brother Han Tao and I were truly like brothers..."

While making excuses, he concentrated his magical power to the extreme.

Bai Cang had already prepared for a complete collapse and retreat.

But before he could finish speaking, Han Qinhu suddenly laughed and asked, "Is the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer any good?!"

[Requesting a free gift, thank you very much to the "It's Okay" guy!]