Chapter 296: I just want to beat that kid...

Sixth Floor of the Pill Tower.

An emaciated old man stared in shock at the white-robed man who had flown out from underground, directly overturning his alchemy furnace, and then landing butt-first into the searing hot hearth.

Well, to be precise, he was now red-robed.

With a look of disbelief, he turned to his female alchemy assistant standing beside him, his face full of questions.

"Is this... your Pill Tower's new performance?"

Not just him, even the female assistant was bewildered.

Where did this flying man from outside come from? Since when did the Pill Tower have such a show?

"I, I don't know..."

"Damn it, that's hot!"

The man in the furnace finally stirred, kicking his two legs, which had been dangling outside the cauldron, and launching himself out.

"Pfft!"

However, such a vigorous movement clearly exacerbated his injuries, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

After landing, Fu Xing was still disoriented.

Losing the bet was completely unimportant now.

The main thing was, what kind of person could inflict such damage on him without even exerting effort?

He looked at his right arm, wincing in pain.

His flesh was torn, his bones shattered, and riddled with cracks.

It wasn't just his arm; half his body felt like it was about to explode.

His clothes were gone, revealing a mangled mass of flesh.

"Ugh!"

The female assistant couldn't help but retch upon seeing him.

It was as if half a corpse had crawled out, and it was a miracle the man could still maintain his composure.

Fu Xing glanced at her, too bothered to care.

He was still in shock; if not for his diligent training, the sheer agony alone would have caused anyone to collapse on the spot.

Yet, even after enduring it, he still couldn't believe it.

Not only was the damage from "Purple Dragon's Roar" completely reflected, but the counter-shock emanating from that person was no weaker than an ordinary Grandmaster-level spirit technique.

And there were two bursts, each stronger than the last!

"This..."

Fu Xing closed his eyes in pain, unable to speak.

He had thrown one punch, yet he had taken three Grandmaster-level spirit techniques?

If it weren't for his subconscious reaction, using spirit energy to protect himself, and having several jade pendants shattered in the process, he would have...

...departed from this world?

"Young Master?"

The emaciated old alchemist carefully scrutinized Fu Xing for a moment, finally recognizing his astonishingly disfigured face, but his question still conveyed disbelief.

"It's me."

Fu Xing nodded, gritting his teeth, and asked, "Are there any pills that can temporarily relieve this pain?"

"Yes, yes."

The old alchemist nodded quickly. "The one right under your backside just now should have finished forming into a pill—a Starfall Pill."

Fu Xing was speechless.

He had Starfall Pills too, but even a top-grade seventh-rank healing medicine felt somewhat inadequate for such severe injuries!

Without a pill imbued with a large amount of life force, this arm...

"Take this!"

A serene voice came from behind him. Fu Xing turned his head, and his neck immediately recoiled.

"President Shiti..."

It was an alchemist dressed in a cloud-white and purple robe, with white hair and a kindly face. Even in the depths of his furious eyes, a hint of geniality still shone through.

For Fu Xing, this was the usually most amiable old president, yet he could discern uncontrollable fury in his calm eyes.

This...

Fu Xing was completely dumbfounded.

To anger the usually tranquil president to this extent, it was clear how widespread the damage from the Pill Tower's explosion must be.

"Just take it first."

Shiti exhaled heavily and handed over the pill.

Fu Xing dared not hesitate; he took the pill directly and swallowed it whole.

Shiti was a figure from his grandfather's generation, so he would naturally never harm him.

Even now, he often saw President Shiti visiting the City Lord's Mansion, discussing important matters with his father.

The fact that Tiansang City remained so stable, with the Alchemist Association handling all spirit master injury treatments for such a large city...

...President Shiti's contributions were indispensable.

Crackle!

Amidst the continuous cracking of bones, flesh rapidly regenerated with a sizzling sound. The terrifying medicinal effect utterly astounded everyone present.

"A Body Restoration Pill?"

The old alchemist began to tremble all over, watching Fu Xing's injuries heal as if witnessing a miracle, then looked at President Shiti in shock.

The Body Restoration Pill had the power to revive the dying and regrow flesh on bones.

Even with severed limbs, as long as the head was intact and consciousness clear, one could be directly reborn.

This was an alchemist's truly supreme healing sacred medicine. An alchemist capable of refining such a pill would likely receive invitations from all the continent's top powers.

But given the Body Restoration Pill's preciousness, how could it be used for such minor injuries on Fu Xing?

This...

A few thousand Starfall Pills would have been sufficient!

Zhang Taiying, the head of the Zhang family, had his arm severed by Old Master Zhou years ago and had been desperately seeking a Body Restoration Pill ever since, but still hadn't acquired one!

Fu Xing was also somewhat shocked; President Shiti was being far too generous with him!

"Don't misunderstand."

Shiti looked at the old alchemist's face, realizing his mistake, and explained, "This isn't a Body Restoration Pill; it's a Minor Body Restoration Pill."

"A Minor Body Restoration Pill?"

The others were equally surprised. Even if it wasn't a third-grade Body Restoration Pill, the addition of "Minor" still made it a fifth-grade pill!

This was many times more precious than a seventh-grade Starfall Pill!

Fu Xing quickly nodded his thanks.

"Thank you, President Shiti."

By this point, his arm injuries had completely healed. His arm was as good as new, strong and powerful.

Terrifying!

Although a fifth-grade pill was still categorized as Grandmaster-grade, for spirit masters, a Heaven-grade pill was sufficient for even a Throne-level expert.

This cross-tier efficacy was precisely why alchemists held such a noble status.

After all, spirit masters constantly fought battles outside; who could guarantee they wouldn't suffer severed arms or damaged limbs multiple times a year?

And who could guarantee they would have a Minor Body Restoration Pill to support them every time they suffered such injuries?

Even if he, Fu Xing, was the esteemed Young Master of the City Lord's Mansion, he might afford it once or twice, but certainly not repeatedly. He simply didn't have that much wealth!

President Shiti saw him about to continue thanking him after having already done so, and immediately stopped him.

Saving people was his duty, and besides, this young man was City Lord Fu's son, so of course he had to help.

But deep down, he just wanted to quickly understand why this young man, usually quite well-behaved, would cause such destruction, especially in his Pill Tower.

"Now, explain yourself," Shiti's tone became firm. "Why did you attack inside my Pill Tower, and why is it in such a state?"

As Shiti's tone solidified, Fu Xing felt a headache coming on.

"Well, I really didn't mean to. I was just trying to hit that guy..."

Fu Xing stopped mid-sentence, realizing he couldn't continue. It was too humiliating; to try and hit one person and end up like this?

"Hit someone?"

Shiti was startled. "Someone dared to attack you? In Tiansang City? Inside my Pill Tower?"