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Fu Qingchen was currently feeling a severe headache, even to the point of wanting to die. He truly regretted getting involved in the Struggle for Succession of the Great Zhou too early, especially for expressing his support for the Eighth Prince, which had brought him a huge trouble—a colossal trouble.
He had long known that the Eighth Prince was quite arrogant, but he never expected him to be this self-important! Relying on his supposed powerful background and noble status, he thought others wouldn't dare to kill him? What kind of ridiculous logic was that! He didn't even have the slightest sense of timing or awareness!
Could someone like this really have any hope of sitting on that throne? Fu Qingchen's heart began to waver. He had always known that the Eighth Prince was not a stable character; he was ambitious and somewhat headstrong. However, the traits he displayed now were completely uncharacteristic of a wise person.
What good was talent in martial arts? The Struggle for Succession wasn't just about personal bravery. If he had seen through the Eighth Prince's true nature earlier, Fu Qingchen would have likely avoided him altogether, let alone actively supporting this Eighth Prince.
With his strength at the Fusion Realm, he had barely gained a neutral standing. At least before the Struggle for Succession reached its most intense phase, no prince or noble would dare to make things difficult for him.
Alas, it was a pity. He had already been marked by the Eighth Prince's faction, and changing sides now would be incredibly difficult. Furthermore, over the past few years, he had done many underhanded deeds for the Eighth Prince; once he turned against him, he would undoubtedly face backlash!
As he watched the Eighth Prince speak without restraint, the faces of those from Manichaeism darkened as if they could drip water. Fu Qingchen's eyelids twitched violently several times. He wasn't afraid of others; what truly frightened him was that young Manichaeism Leader who had already reached the level of Grandmaster of Martial Arts.
Although the people of the Eighth Prince's faction were new to the martial world and had poor intelligence capabilities, they had still heard about Jiang Han, the new leader of the Ming Cult, leading Manichaeism to repel the Six Major Sects of the Central Plains, despite their shortcomings in information and timeliness.
Upon reaching the Fusion Realm, many martial artists were quite aware of their own strength. Therefore, Fu Qingchen could clearly sense that this Manichaeism leader was very strong. Even at his peak, he would not be a match for him, let alone in his current declining state.
After giving a signal to the Eighth Prince, Fu Qingchen turned to Jiang Han and said, "Sir, we indeed acted rashly this time. We are willing to offer compensation to your esteemed sect and will not go back on our word. Please forgive us!"
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and took out a treasure box from his sleeve. He gently turned the mechanism and opened it. Inside the sandalwood box lay a pill, quietly resting.
The pill was marked with clear patterns and exuded a faint aura, with an indistinct image of a dragon and tiger converging.
"If you are willing to overlook past grievances, this Yin Yang Dragon Tiger Convergence Pill shall be considered as our apology and gifted to your sect!"
After finishing his words, Fu Qingchen bowed slightly and took a step back.
The Eighth Prince was dumbfounded; he never expected Fu Qingchen to so easily give away such a precious item. The Manichaeism side was equally shocked.
"Is that really a Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill…"
"The Great Zhou is truly wealthy; they casually give away a Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill without batting an eye!"
"If it were just an ordinary Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill, it would be one thing, but this Yin Yang Dragon Tiger Convergence Pill…"
"It is rumored that consuming the Yin Yang Dragon Tiger Convergence Pill can increase a Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmaster's chances of breaking through to Martial Arts Grandmaster by thirty percent!"
"Doesn't that mean it's equivalent to guaranteeing entry into Martial Arts Grandmaster? With an additional thirty percent chance on top of one's own certainty, it’s nearly a hundred percent breakthrough to Martial Arts Grandmaster…"
Many people were envious of this pill.
Especially some Old Men who were Half-Step Martial Arts Grandmasters, their eyes sparkled with excitement. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, they would have rushed to snatch it away.
Although Manichaeism's strength and foundation are not lacking nowadays, a Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill is something that cannot even be thought of. The best pills available to Manichaeism now are roughly Fifth Rank, and Sixth Rank pills are quite rare.
This is not because Hu Qingniu's alchemy skills are lacking, but because gathering the materials for a Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill is exceedingly difficult. The Western Regions, Xiliang, and Yunzhou are not regions rich in resources; collecting the materials for a Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill is truly a daunting task.
In fact, even in the Great Zhou, a Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill is considered an exceptionally rare resource.
Fu Qingchen endured the pain in his heart; the pill he took out was still a reward from the Great Zhou Royal Family for his years of hard work.
Jiang Han merely glanced at the Seventh-Rank Treasure Pill and did not pay it much attention. He directly said, "Our Manichaeism is located in a harsh and cold land with scarce resources, but every person here is tough as nails. You can't just take some worthless trinkets and expect to break the pride of my disciples!"
Seeing him in a daze, Jiang Han continued, "You need to add more money!"
Fu Qingchen felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, his face dark as an eggplant.
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