Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Coincidentally, I have finished refining the Sacred Pool, so I can let you have a taste of resentment."    

"Qin Ming, I will refine your soul and let you suffer for eternity!"    

Qin Ming frowned.    

He could see deep hatred in Wang Bilan's eyes. He did not understand why Wang Bilan hated him.    

He had never offended Wang Bilan.    

"Do we have a grudge?" Qin Ming asked.    

He was not afraid of Wang Bilan, and he was determined to kill him.    

However, he was a little curious as to why Wang Bilan hated him.    

"There is a grudge!" Wang Bilan said with certainty, "It's because of you that I was despised. Because of you, I suspect myself."    

Wang Bilan almost shouted out, pointing at Qin Ming's nose and shouting, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been captured by the Poison Demon. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to survive and even become a half-step Supreme Realm expert."    

"Do you know the feeling of being unable to do anything and being unable to even commit suicide?"    

Wang Bilan recalled the miserable experience of being a normal human Martial Cultivator and being captured by the Poison Demon.    

He did not even dare to recall this experience.    

After being captured by the Poison Demon, he saw human Martial Cultivators being thrown into the blood pool and enduring inhumane torture.    

Countless human Martial Cultivators tried to curry favor with the Poison Demon, but it was useless. The lives of human Martial Cultivators were in the hands of the Poison Demon.    

The Poison Demon could do whatever he wanted to them.    

The feeling of not having their lives in his hands, the feeling of being worried day and night, made him unable to forget it for the rest of his life.    

Why could he be able to save others, while Qin Ming was captured by the Poison Demon?    

And when he was captured, no one came to save him.    

At that time, he swore that if he had the chance to survive, he would become a strong man and control the lives of others, instead of being controlled by others.    

At that time, he almost spent every day trying to curry favor with the Poison Demons, hoping that they would not throw him into the blood pool.    

For this, he did not have any dignity. Even if he was slapped a few times, he would still extend his face to the Poison Demon, exaggerating the extent of the slap.    

Even if it was humiliating, even if it was uncomfortable, he still had to curry favor with the Poison Demon in order to not suffer the torture of bloodlust.    

He had already done it very lowly.    

At the very least, he was a disciple of a family in the Supreme World. His status was not high, but it was definitely not low.    

It had always been the other Martial Cultivators who tried to curry favor with him. When had it ever been his turn to curry favor with others?    

But even so, he was still thrown into the blood pool.    

Not for other reasons, but just because the Poison Demon wanted to see him howling in pain.    

He still clearly remembered that when he found out that he was going to be thrown into the blood pool, he was so scared that his soul left his body and he peed his pants. He was as miserable as he could get.    

When they saw his sorry state, not only did the Poison Demons not sympathize with him, they even laughed out loud.    

That laughter was so ear-piercing that he would never forget it.    

After being thrown into the blood pool, he suffered inhumane torture.    

It was too painful, so painful that he had a psychological shadow.    

Just when he thought he was about to die, he discovered that the pain was weakening. At the same time, his martial arts strength was becoming stronger.    

He became a Poison Demon, and became a member of the Poison Demon Clan.    

A drop of blood had fused into his body.