Fantasy: One Effort, Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit Harvest!

Chapter 6: Second-Grade Origin Breaking Pill!

“Cheng Qingman.”

“Luo Mu.”

On their way back, the two introduced themselves to each other.

“If I’m not mistaken, Junior Brother Luo was using the Absolute Death Sword Technique earlier, right?” Cheng Qingman asked.

She had taken a few more antidote pills. As long as she avoided combat and refrained from circulating her blood energy, the poison wouldn’t spread quickly.

“Yes.” Luo Mu nodded.

“That’s the most powerful sword technique among our academy’s human-tier martial arts,” she remarked, a trace of admiration in her tone.

“Throughout the academy’s history, very few have been able to master it.”

“I didn’t expect that you had achieved such mastery, Junior Brother.”

Cheng Qingman was clearly impressed. Absolute Death Sword Technique at the Perfection Stage wasn’t some minor accomplishment.

In martial arts, each small stage represented a qualitative difference. No wonder Luo Mu had been able to defeat that demonic True Aperture Realm cultivator.

“That’s because geniuses like you in the Inner Palace don’t care much for human-tier martial arts,” Luo Mu replied with a smile. “Once you reach the True Aperture Realm, you can directly learn earth-tier techniques. Why waste time on human-tier arts?”

This was one of the perks of being an Inner Palace genius.

It was different in the Outer Palace. Even if one reached the True Aperture Realm, learning an earth-tier technique required passing the assessment in the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Not to mention that most Inner Palace geniuses came from noble families, where advanced martial arts were readily available.

“Even so, Junior Brother Luo overestimates the Inner Palace. Very few here can train the Absolute Death Sword Technique to Perfection.”

Cheng Qingman responded.

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“Perhaps,” Luo Mu said nonchalantly.

As they casually chatted, they soon arrived back at the academy—more specifically, the Inner Palace.

Unlike the Outer Palace, the Inner Palace was much more refined in its environment.

Many areas were surrounded by Yuan Gathering Arrays.

Luo Mu sat on a chair with the demonic traitor’s head at his feet, observing the talents passing by in the Inner Palace.

Most of them were in the True Aperture Realm.

Their aura and temperament were far superior to anything found in the Outer Palace.

It was clear that their upbringing and training from a young age made a significant difference.

“Who’s that?”

“Looks like an Outer Palace disciple.”

“Is that blood seeping from the cloth? Is there a head inside?”

Some sharp-eyed Inner Palace disciples noticed something unusual but, after frowning briefly, didn’t interfere.

Although Luo Mu was only in the ninth layer of Body Refinement, his half-month training in the back mountains and the blood-soaked head at his feet were intimidating enough to keep them at bay.

Soon enough, Cheng Qingman emerged.

After treatment from the academy elders, most of the poison had been cleared from her system.

With some rest, she would fully recover.

“Junior Brother, sorry for the wait. Let’s go,” Cheng Qingman said with a smile.

She had also changed her clothes, now looking completely different from before.

Her skin was as smooth as snow, her waist slender, and her long, shapely legs were particularly eye-catching.

Even Luo Mu couldn’t help but glance a little longer.

Noticing his gaze, Cheng Qingman’s lips curled into a smile.

I thought you weren’t interested in women, she mused.

With how cautious you were along the way…

She subtly straightened her chest, trying to show off, but quickly realised her modest figure wasn’t exactly impressive.

“Thank you, Senior Sister,” Luo Mu nodded.

Without someone to vouch for him, it would have been quite troublesome.

“There’s no need to thank me. This is what I should do,” Cheng Qingman replied with a shake of her head. “Oh, by the way, I’ve prepared something for you as a token of gratitude.”

As she spoke, Cheng Qingman pulled out a small medicine bottle from her chest.

“This is a Breaking Origin Pill, a second-grade pill.”

“I see that you’re on the verge of a breakthrough, so this should come in handy!”

“Breaking Origin Pill!”

Luo Mu’s breath caught in his throat.

His hands, hidden under his sleeves, clenched involuntarily.

In his usual training, he had only used ordinary medicinal pellets—hardly even true pills.

He had never even seen a first-grade pill, let alone a second-grade one.

And yet, Cheng Qingman had casually offered him a second-grade pill as a reward.

Moreover, it was a Breaking Origin Pill!

During one of the academy’s classes on medicinal pills, he had heard the teachers mention that the Breaking Origin Pill was the best choice for a stable breakthrough into the True Aperture Realm.

Its medicinal power was not only immense but also highly potent.

However, its price was astronomical, far beyond the means of an ordinary person.

Even if Luo Mu sold all the demonic beast materials he had collected, he still couldn’t afford it.

Of course, if he included the head of the traitor, it might be possible.

“This is quite valuable,” Luo Mu said as he reached out, smoothly taking the pill and tucking it into his sleeve in one fluid motion.

Cheng Qingman was momentarily stunned, left with nothing but her empty hand, which she awkwardly rubbed.

Who accepts something so valuable while still being modest?

Of course, she had intended to give the pill to him from the start, but Luo Mu’s straightforwardness was refreshing.

It was a stark contrast to the long-winded politeness and empty courtesies of the Inner Palace.

After spending so much time among such formalities, it had grown dull.

Luo Mu, though?

Even if he was occasionally modest and polite, he was still direct.

He was real.

She enjoyed being around someone like that.

“In comparison to my life, what’s the value of a pill?” Cheng Qingman chuckled softly. “If you ever need any help in the future, don’t hesitate to find me, Junior Brother Luo.”

Shortly after, under Cheng Qingman’s guidance, Luo Mu arrived at the Appraisal Pavilion.

With a genius from the Inner Palace like Cheng Qingman leading the way, many of the usual tedious procedures were easily bypassed.

“These demonic sect traitors are like a never-ending plague. We just got rid of a few last month, and yet here’s another one,” the deacon of the Appraisal Pavilion remarked coldly as he took the head.

“Your name is Luo Mu, correct?”

“Yes.”

Luo Mu nodded.

“The academy’s reward for dealing with demonic sect True Aperture traitors is 5,000 contribution points per head.”

The deacon handed Luo Mu five blue tokens, each representing 1,000 contribution points.

“Alright.”

Luo Mu had no objections.

Since he had never dealt with such matters before, he didn’t fully understand the system, but he trusted that the deacon wouldn’t cheat him. There was no reason to, after all.

“Oh, and these as well—I’d like to exchange them for contribution points.”

Luo Mu produced a large bundle of demonic beast materials.

However, they were only worth 600 contribution points.

According to the deacon, these were merely first-tier materials, not very valuable.

Luo Mu was quite relieved he had encountered that demonic sect traitor.

After hunting demonic beasts for half a month, all he had earned was 600 contribution points.

The difference in value between the two was staggering.