Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"I hope you can do the same, instead of criticizing others here." Qin Ming didn't want to say anything more.    

He had already seen through those selfish Martial Cultivators. How could he make them come to their senses with just a few words?    

However, it didn't matter. Qin Ming had already made a decision in his heart that he would no longer help these people.    

He looked at the pool of blood in front of him as if he were talking to himself or to the Martial Cultivators. His voice was loud and clear: "From today onwards, I, Qin Ming, will put down the kindness in my heart and save only those who should be saved!"    

"I am the patriarch of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan, and also a human Martial Cultivator. I only do what I should do!"    

Qin Ming came to his senses. He seemed to have done a lot of things. It seemed to be correct, but in reality, it was wrong.    

Fortunately, it wasn't too late for him to come to his senses.    

Right now, he only wanted to do two things: increase his own strength and increase the strength of the Golden Mysterious Macaque.    

As for saving the Martial Cultivators of the Supreme World, if he could save them, then he would save them. If it harmed his own interests, then he would not save them.    

No matter how much suffering they suffered, unless they were willing to face the Poison Devil directly, it was not worth saving.    

There were also the human Martial Cultivators that the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan had recruited. Most of them were willing to fight against the Poison Devil, but there was also a large portion of them who only chose to join the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan for their own benefits.    

Qin Ming decided that once the Supreme Realm had opened up a certain territory, he would give a large amount of resources to the Martial Cultivators who were unwilling to fight with the Poison Devil and let them leave the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan.    

The war with the Poison Devil Clan required everyone to work together. No one could be a burden.    

When the war started, those Martial Cultivators who were afraid would cause the morale of the entire team to drop.    

Qin Ming, who had changed his mind, felt a sudden chill on his head.    

He couldn't help but feel that his state of mind had broken through to the Supreme Realm.    

"My state of mind has broken through to the Supreme Realm, and I no longer have any distracting thoughts in my heart. I am facing my heart directly."    

"From now on, I don't care about idle talk anymore, and everything will follow my heart!"    

When his state of mind had broken through to the Supreme Realm, Qin Ming looked at the human Martial Cultivators in Shenxiong City once again. There was no longer any anger in his heart.    

They were selfish, so he decided to let them be.    

Everyone had the right to be selfish, and he had no right to interfere. As long as they didn't do anything that would harm the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race, he would let them be.    

As for them asking him for help, he could pretend that he didn't hear them.    

What did the lives of others have to do with him?    

Qin Ming only saved those who should be saved. Those who only knew how to hide when the enemy came and did not dare to resist at all. For the sake of his own interests and those who did not care about their own lives, if they had to die, then let them die.    

It would be best if this kind of person were to die a clean death!    

Qin Ming's eyes became clear, and everyone felt their hearts tremble when they saw him.    

"Alright, Shenxiong City has been saved. It is time for me to leave." Qin Ming turned his head to look at the pool of blood. The three Poison Devils in the pool were no longer making any sound, and their breathing had become weak.    

They were still suffering, and Qin Ming was in no mood to watch them suffer, so he said indifferently, "Let's get out of here!"    

He wanted to destroy this place, or else this place would be used by the Poison Demons. Moreover, the pool of blood that was filled with resentment would affect the entire Shenxiong City.    

Although most of the Martial Cultivators in Shenxiong City deserved to die, there were still a few Martial Cultivators who should still be alive.