Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Now, in the eyes of the Martial Cultivators, it was as if all of this was perfectly normal.    

He took out the pill formula for free and asked the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan to sell the pill at a very low price. All of this was to increase the strength of the human Martial Cultivator as much as possible.    

He did not ask all the human Martial Cultivators to fight with the Poison Demons.    

However, when the Poison Devils invaded their homes and cities, they were actually waiting for reinforcements in the citys.    

Who had the responsibility to save them?    

Even the heavens could not save those who did not save themselves!    

Qin Ming looked at the human Martial Cultivator and smiled. "If you let the Golden Mysterious Macaque Tribe save all the cities, what kind of benefits will you give them?"    

"The Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan is not a human Martial Cultivator, and is not the same race as the human Martial Cultivator. With the wealth of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan, what can you take out to move them and make them save you?"    

"Do you expect the Golden Mysterious Rhesus Monkey Clan to give up everything and let the members of the Golden Mysterious Rhesus Monkey Clan give up their lives to save you?"    

"Could it be that the human Martial Cultivator has helped the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan?"    

"As far as I know, the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan has taken out a lot of pill formulas and given them to the human Alchemist for free. The Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan doesn't owe the human Martial Cultivator anything. On the contrary, the human Martial Cultivator owes them."    

The Golden Mysterious Macaque was a very friendly race, as could be seen from the once-a-decade Thousand Fruit Wine Banquet.    

The Thousand Fruit Wine was not a rare thing for the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan, but the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan could completely use it to nurture its own race, and there was no need to give it to the human Martial Cultivators and Origin Beast for free.    

After the Thousand Fruit Wine, the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan would also take out a large amount of pills to trade with the various forces of the human Martial Cultivator. With the wealth of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan, the human Martial Cultivator would really not be able to take out what the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan wanted.    

The reason why the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan took out precious pills to trade was to help the human Martial Cultivators.    

"Aren't you the patriarch of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan? Aren't you also a human Martial Cultivator?" Someone whispered.    

Qin Ming smiled again when he heard this, and his smile became even wider. "I am the patriarch of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Tribe, but the Golden Mysterious Macaque Tribe does not belong to me."    

"It's precisely because I am the patriarch of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan that I should work for the interests of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan instead of harming the interests of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan and working for the human Martial Cultivators."    

"If that's the case, then no matter how strong I am, the members of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race will kick me out of the position of Patriarch."    

"I am indeed a human Martial Cultivator, and a human Martial Cultivator who has a grudge with the Poison Demon Family. There are at least eight hundred Poison Demons who have died in my hands!"    

"I've done what I'm supposed to do, and there are people who, instead of killing a poison demon, are accusing others of not doing well enough. Do you have the right to accuse them?"    

Qin Ming's gaze was like a sharp knife, cutting across the Fighters' chests and making them lower their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.    

A small group of people stared back at Qin Ming with a clear conscience.    

Qin Ming knew that these people did not flinch in the face of the Poison Demon.    

This made him feel a little better.    

Not all human Martial Cultivators were incurable, but a small portion of human Martial Cultivators could still be saved.    

Their strength in martial arts might not be high, and they were not rich themselves, but they had the heart to fight against the Poison Demons.