Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1190 Qi-Replenishing Pill

Seeing Du Hai clenching his fists in excitement, Jiang Xiaochuan's heart softened.

He knew Du Hai's personality all too well—he used to be a true martial arts fanatic, and he would feel restless if he didn't spar with someone or think about moves every day.

But ever since he started following me, he's transformed from a "martial arts fanatic" into a "housekeeper," and even finding time to practice is difficult.

No matter how talented Du Hai is, if he doesn't hone his skills over a long period of time, he's likely to lose his foundation.

"Thanks a lot."

Walking up to Du Hai, Jiang Xiaochuan reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Du Hai was taken aback by the slap, then grinned, "Boss, working for you is much better than all the reckless things I did before."

“I used to be just a rough guy who only knew how to box, but now I can manage so many people and do so many things, and I can also learn skills from my boss. I’m happy to do it!”

Jiang Xiaochuan slowly shook his head, "I refine pills not only to stabilize people's hearts, but also for you. The cultivation that has been delayed these days must be made up."

Upon hearing this, Du Hai's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He thought that since he was focusing his energy on trivial matters, his boss might not notice, but he didn't expect that Jiang Xiaochuan would even remember the things he had neglected in his cultivation.

"Thank you, boss!"

Du Hai's Adam's apple bobbed, and in the end, he could only manage to utter a single, trembling sentence.

"Go away, if you keep acting like a girl, I won't be so polite."

Jiang Xiaochuan deliberately put on a stern face and said.

He and Du Hai didn't need many words; they had long regarded each other as brothers. Even if Du Hai didn't say anything, he would still consider his feelings.

"Don't do that, boss."

Du Hai quickly wiped his eyes, afraid that Jiang Xiaochuan would tease him again, and scurried away.

As soon as Du Hai left, the gentle expression on Jiang Xiaochuan's face faded. He walked to the safe in the corner and entered the password.

The moment the cabinet door clicked open, a rich medicinal aroma wafted out.

Inside were neatly stacked medicinal herbs "borrowed" from the Peng family.

Jiang Xiaochuan moved all the medicinal herbs onto the table, and looking at this pile of treasures that would make even top alchemists envious, a look of madness flashed in his eyes.

Previously, I was thinking of keeping my alchemy skills hidden, afraid of exposing my trump card and attracting unnecessary trouble. But now, in my current situation, where is there any room to hide my skills?

With a month-long deadline looming ahead, the threat from the Huangfu family has not been completely resolved, and while the Situ family appears to be showing goodwill, their true intentions are difficult to discern.

Hattori Hanzo, with his Japanese ninjas, was hiding in the shadows, most likely after the ancient jade pendant on Hattori's chest. That old man had two hundred years of cultivation; if they met again, he might not be as lucky as the jade protecting its owner.

There's also Yan Lü, who helped him, but Xuanjizi's intentions remain a mystery to him.

Risks from all directions are like a net, tightening ever tighter.

He must build up his own power as quickly as possible before this net strangles him.

The boxing ring is the foundation, the martial artist is the skeleton, and the elixir is the strong glue that holds these skeletons together.

Hiding them would only make things worse; he wanted to refine all these medicinal herbs into pills!

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The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the training ground in the backyard of the boxing ring was already packed with people.

In the most conspicuous position stood a burly man with a thick beard, nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His muscular build was encased in a black short jacket. He was none other than Zhao Hu, a martial artist at the Grandmaster level.

When his gaze swept across the surroundings, no one dared to meet his eyes.

All the martial artists recruited these past few days know that Zhao Hu is currently the one with the highest cultivation level and the most fiery temper.

The reason they rushed over so early in the morning was because they had received a notification from Du Hai yesterday: the boss of Tenglong Security wanted to meet with them in person.

Everyone was wondering what kind of tricks this boastful boxing ring owner had up his sleeve.

"coming!"

Someone gave a low shout.

At the entrance of the training ground, Du Hai accompanied Jiang Xiaochuan as they walked in.

The room fell silent for a moment as dozens of eyes turned to Jiang Xiaochuan, and then someone chuckled.

The boss looked far too young. He was thin and pale, like a sickly person. He didn't seem like someone who could command respect, let alone offer a "reward that would tempt martial artists."

Little did they know that Jiang Xiaochuan had been refining pills all this time, and his spiritual energy was depleted; it was already quite an achievement that he could stand here.

"Boss, everyone's here."

Looking around, Du Hai leaned close to Jiang Xiaochuan's ear and whispered his report.

He subtly pointed to the burly, bearded man in the corner and reminded him, "That's Zhao Hu, a Grandmaster in the early stage, with a rather impulsive temper."

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded and walked to the center of the crowd. "I know very well why you all came here. I, Jiang Xiaochuan, keep my word. Today, I will give you all a definite answer regarding the 'special reward' I promised."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone in the crowd couldn't help but speak up. It was Zhao Hu: "Boss Jiang, stop keeping us in suspense. What exactly is this tempting reward?"

This remark drew a lot of agreement. The wait of the past few days had become tiresome, and some people chimed in, "Exactly! If there's nothing good here, we might as well go somewhere else."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't rush to refute. He calmly took out a celadon bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and a sweet and slightly bitter fragrance instantly filled the air.

The discussions in the training ground abruptly ceased, and all the martial artists' eyes were fixed on the bottle.

Those who cultivate year-round are most sensitive to spiritual energy. The pure essence in this elixir fragrance is more than ten times stronger than the medicinal baths they take!

"This is a Qi-replenishing pill."

Jiang Xiaochuan poured out a pure white pill with a faint luster, and held it in his palm. "If a martial artist in the Innate Realm takes this, it can directly replenish their spiritual energy and stabilize their realm. It's more effective than if you cultivate diligently for half a year on your own."

The crowd erupted in chaos!

A skinny man at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm couldn't help but lean forward, swallowing hard: "Boss Jiang, are you telling the truth? This pill... really has this effect?"

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try it."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the skinny man and asked in a calm tone, "What's your name?"

"Li San!"

Li San quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute, but his eyes never left the pill, as if he was afraid that this treasure would fly away in the blink of an eye.

For a martial artist like him, who had no power or influence, elixirs had always been an unattainable legend.

When Jiang Xiaochuan mentioned the pills earlier, he thought it was just empty promises from the boss, but now that he's actually seeing the real thing, his heart is pounding in his throat.

"Alright, Li San, you give it a try."

With a flick of his finger, Jiang Xiaochuan sent the Qi-replenishing pill landing steadily in Li San's palm.

Li San stared at the cool pill in his palm, hesitated for two seconds—not because he was afraid it was poisonous, but because he was afraid it was a dream and would shatter if he squeezed it.

He took a deep breath, tilted his head back, and swallowed the pill. The pill melted instantly in his mouth, and a cool spiritual energy slid down his throat into his stomach, surging into his dantian in an instant.

"Practice your most familiar technique and feel the changes in your Qi."

Jiang Xiaochuan reminded him.

Li San immediately closed his eyes and activated the "Stone-Shattering Fist" technique he had practiced for five years.

At first, he frowned, worried that the chaotic spiritual energy would damage his meridians, but less than ten seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes.