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

The sixth floor of Danta.

A gaunt-faced old man stared in shock at the white-robed man who had burst from underground, knocking over his dan furnace before landing squarely in the scorching hot furnace.

Well, more accurately, the man was now in a red robe.

The old man looked utterly incredulous as he turned to the female alchemy assistant standing beside him, his face full of questions.

"Is this... some new performance from Danta?"

Not just him—the assistant was completely baffled too.

Where on earth had this flying intruder come from? Since when did Danta have a performance like this?

"I—I don't know..."

"Damn, that's hot!"

The man in the dan furnace finally stirred, kicking his legs that were dangling over the edge of the furnace and launching himself out.

"Pfft!"

But such a violent movement clearly aggravated his injuries, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fu Xing landed unsteadily, his whole body still dazed.

Things like losing the bet didn't matter anymore.

The real question was, what kind of monster could beat him to this state without even lifting a finger?

He winced as he looked at his right arm.

The flesh was torn and hanging loosely, the bones shattered, covered in dense cracks.

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

His clothes were in tatters, revealing a mess of bloody flesh.

"Ugh."

The assistant couldn't help but gag at the sight.

This was basically like watching half a corpse crawl out, yet somehow the man was still lucid.

Fu Xing glanced at her but didn't bother responding.

He was still in shock. If it weren't for his rigorous daily training, the pain alone might have made him pass out on the spot.

Even enduring it, he couldn't believe what had happened.

The damage from "Zilong Yin" had been fully reflected back, and on top of that, the rebound force from the other guy was as strong as a regular Zongshi Lingji.

And it had erupted twice, each time stronger than the last!

"This..."

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

He had thrown a punch at the other guy and ended up taking hits equivalent to three Zongshi Lingji?

If he hadn't instinctively used his Lingyuan to protect himself and shattered several jade pendants in the process, he might have...

Passed away for good?

"Young Master Fu?"

The gaunt-faced old alchemist examined him carefully and finally recognized the familiar face, though his voice still carried disbelief.

"It's me."

Fu Xing nodded, gritting his teeth as he said, "Do you have any pills to ease the pain quickly?"

"Yes, yes."

The old alchemist nodded hastily. "The one you were sitting on just moments ago should have just finished refining—Xingli Dan."

Fu Xing: ...

He had Xingli Dan too, but even as a seventh-grade top-tier healing pill, it might not be enough for injuries like this!

Without a massive infusion of life force, this pill probably couldn't save his arm...

"Take this instead!"

A gentle voice came from behind, and Fu Xing turned his head, instinctively shrinking back.

"Shi Ti Guild Master..."

This was a alchemist in a cloud-white robe with purple patterns, his hair white and his face kind. Even in the depths of his anger, his eyes still showed a trace of warmth.

To Fu Xing, this was the usually amiable old guild master, but now he saw barely contained fury in those calm eyes.

This...

Fu Xing was stunned.

It took a lot to provoke the always even-tempered guild master like this, which meant the explosion at Danta must have affected a wide area.

"Take it first."

Shi Ti took a deep breath and handed over the pill.

Fu Xing didn't dare hesitate any longer. He took the pill and swallowed it in one go.

Shi Ti was like a grandfather figure to him, so there was no way he'd harm him.

Even now, Fu Xing often saw Shi Ti visiting the city lord's mansion to discuss important matters with his father.

Thanks to that, Tiansang City remained stable, and the Alchemists' Association handled all the spirit masters' injuries for the entire city.

Shi Ti's contributions were indispensable.

Crack! Crack!

Amid the sounds of bones mending and flesh regenerating with a sizzle, the terrifying effects of the pill left everyone present in awe.

"Fuxu Dan?"

The old alchemist trembled all over, watching Fu Xing's wounds heal like a miracle, then turned to Shi Ti in shock.

Fuxu Dan could bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bone.

Even if someone lost an arm or a leg, as long as their head was intact and they had a shred of consciousness, they could regenerate fully.

This was the ultimate healing sacred pill for alchemists. At this level, any alchemist who could create it would be courted by all the top forces on the continent.

But how could something as precious as Fuxu Dan be used for Fu Xing's injuries?

This was overkill!

A few thousand Xingli Dan would have sufficed!

Zhang Taiying, the head of the Zhang family, had lost an arm to Old Master Zhou and had been desperately seeking a Fuxu Dan for years without success!

Fu Xing was equally shocked. Shi Ti was being far too generous with him!

"Don't misunderstand."

Shi Ti noticed the old alchemist's expression and realized the misconception, so he explained, "This isn't Fuxu Dan—it's the lesser version, Xiao Fuxu Dan."

"Xiao Fuxu Dan?"

The others were still surprised. Even if it wasn't the full three-grade Fuxu Dan, adding "xiao" made it fifth-grade!

That was infinitely more valuable than seventh-grade Xingli Dan!

Fu Xing quickly nodded in thanks.

"Thank you, Shi Ti Guild Master."

By now, his arm was fully healed, as strong and functional as before.

Incredible!

Though a fifth-grade pill was still classified as Zongshi level, for spirit masters, something at the Xiantian level could even be used by Wangzuo experts.

This cross-tier capability was why alchemists held such esteemed status.

After all, spirit masters were constantly fighting outside; who could guarantee they wouldn't suffer a broken arm or leg a few times a year?

And who could ensure they always had a Xiao Fuxu Dan on hand?

Even as the young master of the city lord's mansion, Fu Xing could afford it once or twice, but not repeatedly—it was simply too expensive!

Shi Ti saw him thanking him profusely and stopped him with a wave.

Helping was his duty, especially since the young man was the city lord's son—he had to assist.

But deep down, he just wanted to get to the bottom of why this usually well-behaved boy had caused such destruction in his Danta.

"Explain yourself. Why did you fight in my Danta and turn it into this mess?"

Shi Ti's tone grew stern, and Fu Xing felt a headache coming on.

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

Fu Xing trailed off midway, realizing how embarrassing it sounded. He'd tried to hit someone and ended up like this?

"Hit someone?"

Shi Ti was taken aback. "Someone dared to attack you? In Tiansang City? In my Danta?"