A top-grade Qingchen Pill is enough to get another A grade.
If he couldn’t get it, it was none of Kieran’s business.
Four A grades are at least tied for first place.
If four A-level students can’t get first place, then… it’s none of Kieran’s business.
He didn't pay attention to the subsequent competitions, nor did he pay attention to what the prizes were. It was really none of his business.
But... he still knew in the end that he won first place.
Because Pang Xuan is going crazy.
That night they boarded the ship back to Devil Island. On the side of the ship, Pang Xuan's eyes were filled with laughter, and his mouth was cracked with laughter. He said to Qin Ran:
"Bai Tu finally refined a batch of sixth-grade pills, but the pills were barely successful, but they were only of medium quality, and finally got a B grade; as for Dong Guanhai, he was even more of a heavyweight, he forced to refine the sixth grade, but failed to succeed. They were all influenced by you..."
However, Qin Ran didn't care at all. He just asked, "Does your promise to me count?"
"Of course it counts!" Pang Xuan patted his chest, "Let's go back to Devil Island to deal with the affairs first. Once the things are dealt with, I will take you to the Seven Islands."
Qin Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Pang Xuan did not abandon him after all.
Pang Xuan looked at Qin Ran and was very curious: "Why do you insist on going to other regions? Isn't Tianhai Region good?"
"A man should have ambitions to travel far and wide. He should travel more and see more while he is young," Qin Ran replied.
"Young?" Pang Xuan asked, "How old are you?"
If we count from his birth, he is only seven years old, but he replied: "Thirty-something."
"Thirty...teens!" Pang Xuan opened his eyes wide, unable to believe it. He paused and said with a smile, "At your age, why don't you take the opportunity to get a saint for fun? What do you mean by a man's ambition?!"
“Saintess?” Qin Ran caught the key words, retracted his gaze from the dark sea, and looked at Pang Xuan, “Get a saintess… for fun?”
"Hey! Don't think that the Saint Lady is so high and mighty and can easily control people's hearts, as if she is so great.
"But in fact, the saints are just mass-produced by the headquarters. They are very cheap!"
Pang Xuan said with a lewd smile, "But every saint is extremely beautiful and desired by men. Who can resist the temptation of a saint? Who doesn't want to have a saint that belongs to him alone
"And for this kind of wonderful thing, you only need a small contribution to ask the headquarters for a saint."
Qin Ran thought of the black-clad saint on Devil's Island and her pair of affectionate eyes. His heartstrings were touched and he couldn't help but hesitate.
In fact, he knew that this was also a means for the "Yuan" organization to control its members.
But, he thought of the Saint, the Yunlingwen Pill she took, and he thought of... the Saint's eyes as clear as autumn water before coming to Hailang Island.
"The Saint of Devil's Island..." he asked, "Can the Saint of Devil's Island be used as well?"
"The Saint of Devil Island?" Pang Xuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the darkness of the sea, and smiled again, advising Qin Ran, "I know you have had a lot of contact with the Saint, and you have been greatly influenced by her, so you can't forget her.
"But in fact, every saint in the organization is stunningly beautiful and can seduce souls. Other saints are no less beautiful than her. You don't have to have her."
Qin Ran noticed Pang Xuan's unnaturalness. He thought of something and said "Gordon" in his heart.
He had a bad feeling.
He remembered the saint's farewell...
"Haha!" He laughed dryly and said to Pang Xuan, "I'm just asking casually. I'm joking. I have ambitions to conquer the world, so how could I be seduced by beauty?"
“Alas…” Pang Xuan retracted his gaze, looked at Qin Ran, patted Qin Ran’s shoulder, and sighed, “What a pity.”
Qin Ran looked down and saw the waves rolling in the darkness under the boat.
He was very flustered.
He didn't know what Pang Xuan was regretting.
It took Pang Xuan's ship three days to travel from Devil Island to Hailang Island, and only two days to return from Hailang Island to Devil Island, but Qin Ran felt like a century had passed.
The closer he got to Devil's Island, the more panicked he became.
When he saw the coastline in the distance, he jumped up without thinking, and flew directly from the boat to the island, ignoring Pang Xuan's shouting behind him.
When he stood on the platform at the entrance of the base of the Devil's Island branch of the "Yuan" organization, he clearly smelled blood.
But the stone gate of the base is very thick and covered with formations that can block all information.
He took out his identity token and placed it on the groove, dripping blood, and the stone door opened.
He watched the stone door slowly open to both sides, and the darkness in the passage came into view. In the darkness, he saw that pair of pure eyes, and saw her snow-white skin, curved eyebrows, and hooked eyeliner on the coast.
However, the stone door was completely opened, and the dim light in the passage was empty. There was no figure, no eyes.
It was as cold and silent as usual, like hell. He walked forward into the passage, his footsteps echoing in the darkness; the stone door behind him slowly closed with a loud sound.
The passage seemed even emptier.
He kept walking, and he found that the alchemists who were struggling and screaming on both sides of the passage were gone, the alchemists who were asking for help were gone, and the alchemists who were studying the recipes were gone. There was no one in the rooms on both sides of the dim passage.
He walked to the altar, suddenly stopped, moved his nose, and took a deep breath.
“The smell of blood!”
The smell of blood here is obvious.
But he looked around and saw no blood, and the altar was clean.
He raised his head again, looking towards the altar, as if he could still see the dancing figure.
He watched her dance, then looked away and continued walking deeper into the room, until he reached the accommodation area and his own room.
He opened the door, but the man was not there.
He stood at the door and thought for a while, then turned around, walked to the chief old man's door, and knocked on it.
After a while, the old man opened the door, saw him, and laughed out loud: "You're back from the game? How was the result?"
Qin Ran looked the old man up and down and found that he was still seriously injured. He asked, "How did you get hurt?"
"Oh, there was a rebellion in the base a dozen days ago, and I was injured while suppressing it." The old man replied, "Rebellions are common. Those alchemists who can't make pills and want to survive often choose to use force. I'm used to it because there will be a rebellion every once in a while."
"Rebellion..." Qin Ran rumbled, and he murmured, "I want to live."
He thought of the Yunlingwen Pill. The time the Saint Girl came to him to refine the Yunlingwen Pill was gradually shortened... When the user takes the Yunlingwen Pill to the limit, he will age rapidly and die.
"Holy..." He opened his mouth but didn't ask in the end.
He patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Heal your wounds and take care of yourself."
After saying that, he activated his identity token and teleported directly to the stone gate. He then opened the stone gate, left the base, and flew straight to Yuanlai Teahouse.
Pang Xuan was waiting for him at the entrance of the teahouse. He walked over and asked, "Is the Saint... still alive?"
"She has been dead for a long time." Pang Xuan said, "This rebellion was initiated by her. The rebels cannot survive."
Qin Ran thought of the farewell at the seaside again. He thought it was an ordinary farewell, but he didn't expect it to be a farewell forever, a separation between life and death.
He stood in front of the teahouse for a long time, and finally said to Pang Xuan: "Let's go! Take me to the Seven Islands."