In an instant, everyone’s eyes locked onto Ryan Ling. Who was he? The brightest star of this year’s Martial Arts Tournament. Any news about him would get blown up across the scene—let alone someone openly provoking him right now.
“Boss, I’ve got a treasure right here. Let me—” Harvey 'Million' Jin hurried to pull something out, but Ryan just smiled and stopped him.
“No need. I’ve got one myself—and it’s a pill too.” Ryan replied. Zelin Wang just snorted in disbelief and immediately shot back.
“Then bring it out! Let everyone see for themselves. Is it really better than mine?”
“Sure, I’ll show you. But what if mine really is better? How about we make a bet?” Ryan’s hand was already gripping the Revival Foundation Pill—way stronger than Zelin Wang’s Body-Tempering Pill, not even in the same league. But seeing Zelin acting all cocky, Ryan decided to play along and set him up.
“A bet? What kind of bet?” Zelin Wang froze for a second, clearly not as gutsy as he pretended.
“Loser eats shit in front of everyone—how’s that?” Ryan grinned wickedly.
“What? You disgusting psycho!” Zelin Wang’s face twisted and he spat three times on the ground.
“What’s wrong? You scared? If you’re scared, shut up and get lost!” Ryan said, and the other Void Realm experts from out of province chimed in to back him up.
“Master Ling’s got a point. If you don’t dare bet, just scram. Weren’t you acting all tough just now? What happened, cat got your tongue—or did a dog eat your guts?”
“Come on, let’s bet! Worst case, you eat shit—eating shit won’t kill you!”
“Yeah, let’s go! Hurt each other if you have to. I bet the so-called treasure-appraisal prince won’t dare. If you’re scared, just get lost—quit acting like you’re hot shit. I hate these rich brats the most!”
...
With everyone egging him on, the local Jinling heirs couldn’t stand being looked down on and started shouting too.
“Zelin, take the bet! Don’t be scared of that punk—he’s nothing. Our Body-Tempering Pill is one of a kind in Jinling. When it comes to pills, he’s just asking for it!”
“Exactly! Let these broke outsiders see—we’ve got the best treasures and the guts to match. They’re way out of their league!”
Egged on by his pack of cronies, Zelin Wang slapped his thigh and yelled, “Deal! I’ll take your bet. I swear I’ll stuff your mouth full of shit!”
“Good. It’s a deal!” Ryan Ling shot him a cold smile, then whipped out the Revival Foundation Pill. Instantly, a rich medicinal fragrance swept through the hall—everyone’s eyes widened. Clearly, they’d never seen a pill with such pure aroma before.
“This scent might actually be stronger than the Body-Tempering Pill’s. I wonder what grade it is? At the very least, it’s gotta be on par with the Body-Tempering Pill!” a pill expert nearby nodded in approval.
“Let me be the judge!” Just as everyone was stunned, a middle-aged man with a big mole on his forehead stepped out. Judging by his outfit, he was clearly Tibetan.
As soon as he stepped out, quite a few people recognized him.
“That’s Master Troma, the Pill King of Southern Tibet! I can’t believe he’s here too. He’s a real authority on pill appraisal—nobody would dare question his judgment.” The pill expert from earlier chimed in.
Everyone nodded at the mention of Master Troma—clearly, nobody had any problem with him as the judge.
Master Troma walked up to Ryan Ling, nodded kindly, and Ryan handed him the pill without hesitation. Every eye in the hall was glued to that pill.
Zelin Wang’s eyes were wide too. This was the first real showdown between Jinling’s elite and Ryan Ling. No way was Zelin going to lose.
But Master Troma took a tiny sample, tasted it, and his whole face changed. He immediately gave Ryan a thumbs-up: “Top grade! Absolutely top grade—no, this is beyond top grade. My god, this is insanely rare!”
The crowd was stunned by his verdict.
A top-grade pill is already incredible. Pills are ranked as low, medium, high, and top grade. Anything above top grade isn’t just rare—it’s saint-grade, practically unheard of in Jinling.
“No need to say more—it’s saint-grade. The Body-Tempering Pill is totally outclassed. Zelin Wang, time to eat shit!” Harvey 'Million' Jin shouted.
With that, everyone started yelling, especially the out-of-province Void Realm experts, who were practically grinding their teeth.
“I don’t accept this! Saint-grade pill, my ass. Our Wang family are treasure appraisers—we don’t recognize it, so it doesn’t count!” Zelin Wang’s face went pale as he yelled.
“You dare question Master Troma’s authority? You little bastard, you looking to die?”
“Master Troma is the Living Buddha’s own physician. You dare doubt him? Want me to crush you right now?”
Two Tibetan monks immediately glared, faces twisted in wrath.
The Void Realm experts from other provinces backed them up, clearly sick of these arrogant Jinling rich kids.
“What’s your problem? All of you want to start something? This is Jinling—our turf. You shout at us, and you won’t even make it out the front door!” one of the local heirs sneered. Instantly, over a hundred lackeys appeared, giving the locals a crushing advantage in numbers.
In a flash, the out-of-province Void Realm experts and the Jinling locals were at each other’s throats.
“Enough. Why fight? If you want to prove whose pill is better, just test it on someone!” Ryan Ling said coldly.
“Right! Chop off your hand, and our young master will reattach it for you—go on!” sneered one of Zelin Wang’s lackeys. The local heirs burst out laughing.
“Think that’s funny? Fine—let’s test it on you!” Ryan Ling said, then smacked the lackey’s head. With a loud bang, the guy’s skull exploded.
“Y-You dare kill someone in public? Guards, seize him!” Zelin Wang panicked and shouted, and the local heirs instantly swarmed Ryan.
The out-of-province Void Realm experts were shocked too—clearly, some thought Ryan Ling might have gone too far.
But before anyone could react, Ryan Ling pressed the pill to the lackey’s neck wound and called out, “Grow!”
A brand-new head instantly sprouted from the guy’s neck.
People were stunned—even the Jinling heirs were dumbfounded. No matter how much they’d seen, nothing compared to this.
Master Troma gasped in awe, spreading his hands in a gesture of praise.
Soon, the lackey stood there perfectly fine. But when he saw Ryan Ling again, all his former arrogance vanished—he dropped to his knees and started kowtowing like crazy.
“Well, Young Master Wang, I think the bet’s settled, don’t you?” Ryan Ling sneered at the dumbstruck Zelin Wang.
“Th-That pill of yours—how is this possible?” Zelin Wang stammered, completely at a loss.
“Harvey, Million—don’t be polite to Young Master Wang. Got the goods ready?” Ryan Ling glanced at Harvey and Million Jin, and the slippery Million Jin had already prepared a pile of golden treats, slowly walking toward Zelin Wang.
“What are you trying to do? It was just a bet—don’t take it so seriously! You two idiots better back off. Touch Young Master Wang and we’ll skin you alive!” one of the heirs barked arrogantly.
The other heirs swaggered over too, brazenly reneging on the bet without a hint of shame.
“Are you deliberately provoking everyone here?” Ryan Ling clenched his fists, finally out of patience…