Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"That's right!" Liang Er nodded.    

"Doesn't that mean that there are a lot of divine beast level Alchemist in the Mysterious Pill Pavilion?" Qin Ming asked back.    

"En!" Liang Er nodded again, "Otherwise, how could the Mysterious Pill Pavilion be one of the most powerful powers in the Supreme World? It is precisely because it has the ability to nurture Divine Beast Realm experts."    

"In the entire Supreme World, there aren't many forces that have this ability. The Forging Guild is one, the Mysterious Pill Pavilion is one, and the Formation Guild is another. In the entire Supreme World, there's a Martial Cultivator that has the ability to cultivate a large number of Divine Beast Realm experts. It doesn't exceed a pair of hands. "    

"Then where did they go?" Qin Ming asked again.    

Although Yin Hesong had told him not to ask about this secret, Qin Ming couldn't help but wonder where they had gone.    

"I don't know, and I don't want to know either." Liang Er smiled faintly, "I don't have Yin Hesong's obsession with the Divine Beast realm. I know my own talent very well. It's impossible for me to break through to the Divine Beast realm in my lifetime."    

"Forcefully demanding on myself will only lead to death."    

"There are too many geniuses in this world who are more talented than me. They are also desperately trying to break through to the Divine Beast Realm. If they are unable to break through, then there is no need for me to say."    

Qin Ming could hear the helplessness in Liang Er's words. With Liang Er's talent, how could he not want to break through to the Divine Beast Realm?    

It was just that Liang Er was very clear that even if he went all out and fought with his life on the line, there was not much hope.    

Regardless of whether it was Yin Hesong's talent in martial arts or his talent in Pill Tao, he was stronger than Liang Er. If Yin Hesong was unable to break through successfully, the difficulty of breaking through could be imagined.    

Liang Er giving up was a wise choice.    

However, to make this wise choice, Liang Er had to pay a lot.    

Qin Ming could hear the unwillingness in his words, and also the deep helplessness.    

At this moment, Yin Hesong came out from inside.    

He didn't seem to be in a high mood, and his face was filled with sadness.    

"After so many years, she didn't look for anyone else. She has been waiting for me." Yin Hesong muttered to himself, his guilt evident in his words.    

Qin Ming, who was standing at the side, gently patted Yin Hesong's shoulder.    

He could understand Yin Hesong very well. The deeper the relationship between him and Meng Zhi, the deeper the guilt he felt.    

If Yin Hesong wasn't injured, he might be able to return to the past with Meng Zhi and make up for what he owed them all these years.    

However, Yin Hen Song was seriously injured, and he wouldn't be able to live for long. If he returned to Meng Zhi's side now, then he would be even more injured when they parted life and death in the future.    

Qin Ming could understand how Yin Hesong felt when he couldn't do anything about it.    

Qin Ming had never seen Yin Hesong in such a state. In Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hesong had always been a highly respected person. He had taught countless Alchemist. The Martial Cultivator in Hao Yuan City had always respected him.    

After Qin Ming came to Hao Yuan City, he had also received a lot of help from Yin Hesong.    

All along, in Qin Ming's heart, Yin Hesong had always been a man who stood on his own. No matter how difficult it was, he was always able to face it bravely.    

Even though Yin Hesong didn't have many days left to live, he had always been thinking about the Mysterious Pill Pavilion in Hao Yuan City. Previously, in order to protect the Mysterious Pill Pavilion, he had tried every means possible to invite him to become a personal disciple.    

As a man who was about to die, he had dedicated all his remaining time to the Mysterious Pill Pavilion. It was only natural that Yin Hesong was respected by the Martial Cultivator of Haotian Yuan City.    

Yin Hesong was not afraid of death, but he was only afraid of dreams.