Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Many smart human Martial Cultivators also saw that there was something wrong with the eyes of the people of the Golden Mysterious Macaque. They did not discuss it and just watched patiently.    

At this moment, Qin Ming had already refined a cauldron of pill. There were people of the Golden Mysterious Macaque beside him. They quickly went forward to help pack up and took out all the pill from the alchemy furnace.    

Qin Ming and the other two were resting with their eyes closed. They were doing their best to rest.    

After packing up, the Golden Mysterious Macaque clansmen bowed respectfully to Qin Ming and reminded him in a low voice.    

Qin Ming nodded and took out the Source Plant from the Dimensional Ring. At the same time, he took out a small knife and cut open his chest, letting the blood drip into the alchemy furnace.    

Seeing Qin Ming drip the blood, every Golden Mysterious Macaque showed a look of pity on their faces.    

At this moment, all the human Martial Cultivator were silent. They finally understood why Qin Ming's face and skin were pale.    

It turned out that Qin Ming was using his own blood to concoct pills!    

They were able to become Divine Beast Realm experts, so they naturally had extensive knowledge. They all knew about the Martial Cultivator with a powerful bloodline. The blood in their bodies could be used to refine pills and refine weapons.    

But very few people would use their own blood to concoct pills. Because too much blood loss would cause one to become delirious, it would at least affect one's mental state.    

Pill refinement required one's concentration. If one's mental state was not good, it would cause the pill refinement to fail.    

Moreover, even if the bloodline quality of an ordinary Martial Cultivator was very high, it would require a large amount of blood to replace a specific Source Plant.    

Therefore, even if one's own blood could be used to concoct pills, most Alchemists wouldn't do such a thing.    

This was the first time many people had seen Qin Ming use his own blood to concoct pills, and it had brought them a huge shock.    

Most importantly, Qin Ming's face was pale, and even his skin was pale. This was not something that could be caused by a little bit of blood.    

Qin Ming had been concocting pills here for seven consecutive days. It was very likely that Qin Ming had been using his own blood to concoct pills during these seven days. That was why he looked like he was about to die.    

"Unbelievable." A Martial Cultivator sighed with emotion.    

"Qin Ming is the patriarch of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race and has the supreme bloodline. He is nobler than all the people in the Supreme World. However, he is not high and mighty just because of his status."    

"On the contrary, he sacrificed his power for the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race and the Supreme World. No wonder he was respected by the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race and achieved what he has today."    

"I have never admired anyone in my life. Qin Ming is the first person that I admire from the bottom of my heart." A man with a goatee said.    

Everyone sighed. They couldn't express the feelings in their hearts, but they looked at Qin Ming with a strange expression.    

The human Martial Cultivator was selfish, so they didn't believe each other.    

It wasn't like they didn't believe everyone from the beginning.    

It was because they had been deceived too many times and suffered too many losses. They understood that they could not easily trust anyone.    

The reason why they came to the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race to help the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race was also because the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race was an ancient race.    

If the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan was just a small force, they would not join or listen to his orders no matter how much he promised them.    

The living human Martial Cultivators had been given a lot of rewards by the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan.