Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Outside the Tianbao Tower, Shen Xiuyong and Qiao Hongyun hurriedly stepped forward.

Shen Xiuyong even took out a jade bottle, poured out a healing pill, and without allowing refusal, stuffed it into Chen Qing's hand, "Martial Nephew, quickly take this. Stabilizing your internal injuries is urgent!"

Chen Qing accepted it without declining. He took the pill and swallowed it, a gentle warm current instantly spreading through him.

"Many thanks, Uncle Shen, Uncle Qiao."

"Brother Chen, congratulations! The twenty-ninth level is truly... astonishing!"

Shang Lujing stepped forward, his expression complex, though he still offered congratulations.

He had originally thought himself solidly in the top ten, existing in a tier of his own within this small circle. He never expected Chen Qing to quietly come from behind and also reach the twenty-ninth level.

Zhuo Xiaoyun also softly offered congratulations, "Brother Chen has hidden himself truly deeply. This display of potential is sufficient to rank among True Disciple candidates."

At this time, quite a few talents from the hundred sects came forward, wanting to chat with Chen Qing and become familiar faces.