Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Seeing that the atmosphere was warm and that the time was about right, Chen Qing produced a jade case.

"Martial Brother Tang, this is the Mystic Origin Soul-Nourishing Flower I found in the Secret Grounds. Please take a look."

Tang Xu reached out and accepted the jade case, opened it, and gave a satisfied nod.

"Over one hundred and fifty years of age, the form intact and the roots undamaged. Excellent indeed."

He looked at Chen Qing and said with a smile, "These are three six-pattern gold pills, as we agreed."

As he spoke, he swept his sleeve, and a small blue-white porcelain bottle settled smoothly into Chen Qing's hand.

Chen Qing accepted it, extended his divine sense into the bottle, and saw three pills lying quietly at the bottom.

Six-pattern gold pills.

He gave an inward nod and cupped his fists, "Many thanks, Martial Brother Tang."