C144 Are you trying to poison your disciple?

Are you trying to poison your disciple?

"Brat, I don't care who you are, but I advise you to not meddle in other people's business!" Sun Zifang looked at Su Haoyue who jumped into the arms of another and said with a resentful expression.

"Crown Prince, he wants to … "Take me back." Su Haoyue said as she laid in Ji Haotian's arms, as if she had found the core of her being.

"Scram!"

Ji Haotian's voice was like thunder, roaring.

"Hahaha, brat, you actually dare to tell me to scram? You, an Aurous Core stage trash, actually told me to scram? What right do you have to tell me to scram? I, Sun Zifang, am an early stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, and furthermore, I am the disciple of a third stage intermediate pill refiner, what qualifications do you have to fight with me? I advise you, if you want to live, get out right now and never appear in front of me. I will give Su Haoyue face, and let you off with your little life.

Sun Zifang said.

"Grandson, so you've been calling me grandpa since birth!" Ji Haotian said calmly.

"What did you say?"

Sun Zifang's eyes were bloodshot, his expression extremely sinister.

To be accepted as an apprentice by an intermediate apothecary at birth was something he was most proud of. Normally when the other cultivators came, they were always to curry favor with him. Who would dare to directly call him grandson?

Sun Zifang took a step forward and rushed towards Ji Haotian. He swung the sword in his hand fiercely, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, and fiercely thrusted towards Ji Haotian's chest with a ruthless glint.

Ji Haotian felt the incoming wind, and took a very strange step forward, his left hand suddenly flicked the sword, immediately, Sun Zifang's sword that was caught off guard fell to the side, pulling Sun Zifang's entire body along with it.

Ji Haotian's pupils constricted slightly as he clenched his right fist tightly. His fierce fist, mixed with the astral wind, fiercely smashed towards Sun Zifang's face.

Wave Bending Slash!

The terrifying force directly smashed into Sun Zifang's face, causing Sun Zifang to immediately fly backwards, his teeth had broken into two, and dark red blood dripped down his face, his eyebrows and eyes had swollen like a pig's head.

Sun Zifang was about to go crazy from the intense pain coming from his face! He was the disciple of a grade-3 intermediate apothecary, yet at this moment, he was being dealt with by a cultivator with a lower cultivation level than himself!

How could he endure such a thing? "Brat, you're dead for sure!"

Sun Zifang directly shattered the jade token his master gave him, and said with a sinister expression.

"My master is a 3-star intermediate apothecary. I advise you to kneel down obediently and kowtow three times to me." As for the girl in the distance, I will bring her back tonight … "

Sun Zifang's expression was sinister, his eyes looked at Ji Haotian with contempt, and said.

From his point of view, even if his martial arts power was inferior to Ji Haotian's, as long as he could reveal his identity as a third ranked intermediate pill refiner, Ji Haotian would obediently leave that place!

"Grandson, do you need a beating!?" Ji Haotian frowned slightly, and directly slapped him.

The terrifying power directly caused Sun Zifang's other face to swell.

"You … You actually dared to hit me. " Sun Zifang screamed, his eyes fierce as he roared.

"Zifang, what happened to you?" An old man saw that Sun Zifang had fallen on the ground and immediately ran over, and could not help but to ask.

"Master, that brat hit me. Help me teach him a lesson so that he will know why flowers are red and why Prince Ma has a third eye." Sun Zifang trembled as he saw his master rushing over.

In his opinion, Ji Haotian would definitely be beaten very badly if he relied on his greatest power to rush over. And with his own master's identity, it would be even easier to get this kid to be chased out of Heavenly Law Academy.

"Don't speak, quickly consume this Hundred Spirit Pill." The old man's fingers flashed as a transparent jade bottle containing pills appeared in his hand.

Ji Haotian's gaze swept across the Hundred Spirit Pills in the distance as he muttered his flaws.

"Hundred Spirit Pill, Spirit Level pill. After consuming it, the cultivator will quickly recover from his injuries. Flaws: Dragon Spirit Grass, Mo Xianglan, and Buddha Fruit are the exact opposite of each other. After consuming them, the cultivator will lose the ability to move, and the heavy is..."

Ji Haotian felt the message that was sent over from his sea of consciousness, and frowned slightly, "Are you worthy of refining pills?"

When the old man heard this, he was so angered that his eyes turned bloodshot, and he wanted to slap Ji Haotian to death. He was a grade-3 intermediate apothecary! Yet, this fellow said that he was qualified to forge pills?

Sun Zifang had originally planned to add fuel to the fire by telling them how Ji Haotian had taken care of him, but after seeing the situation in front of his eyes, Sun Zifang couldn't help but be pleased.

"Brat, I advise you to scram!" "Otherwise, I will kill you!" The old man was obviously truly angered as he roared.

"Hahaha, are you sure you want to give the Hundred Spirit Pill to your disciple?" "The pills you refine will devour your disciple alive." Ji Haotian said calmly.

Hearing this, Sun Zifang was already very happy in his heart. In his opinion, Ji Haotian had actually directly pulled his enmity for him, something that he was naturally willing to see.

"Did you refine the Dragon Blood Pill before refining the Hundred Spirit Pill?"

Ji Haotian smiled slightly and said.

The old man was initially about to refute something, but when he heard Ji Haotian's words, his face changed drastically as he exclaimed, "How do you know?"

It was not that Ji Haotian was wrong, but he was too right. He was actually able to guess what pill he refined before refining the Hundred Spirit Pill? Could it be that he was able to deduce it from the pill he took out? How was this possible?

Even he, an intermediate apothecary, was incapable of such a feat. Just by looking at it, he was able to determine what kind of pill was forged before forging this pill.

Hearing his master's words, Sun Zifang's face changed slightly. For some reason, a bad feeling was born from the bottom of his heart.

There isn't much of a problem in refining a healing pill like the Hundred Spirit Pill, but the key point is that before you refined this pill, you actually refined the Dragon Blood Pill. The Dragon Blood Pill contained the Dragon Spirit Grass which would react with the Hundred Spirit Grass. After a cultivator consumed it, they would produce a violet poison in their body. This poison would directly attack their internal organs. "If you let your disciple consume this pill now, you will be able to receive his corpse in less than a day." Ji Haotian said calmly.

When the old man heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Who exactly was the young man in the distance? His understanding towards medicinal pills was actually even greater than his own. From the pill in his hand, he could deduce that this was the pill he had refined before he refined it.

Not even he could do such a thing.