Chapter 1986 - 1989: I Have Immortal Tea, Others Don't

Many alchemists who lost to Shen Qiang and must work at Heshenghe for ten years sought some psychological balance through sarcastic remarks. This made Medicine King Valley Master, Qin Yongquan, frown, as the elixir pills competition has a long history of treating everyone equally, without any discrimination between the Sect Leader's choice of tea and ordinary people's.

Unexpectedly, these alchemists took the opportunity to make things difficult, sarcastically trying to portray Shen Qiang negatively.

This was frustrating, but there was nothing to be done, as no matter whether it was the incredibly beautiful Fairy Qin Yurou or the Baihua Palace Master Weisheng Zhimei, they were top-tier goddesses in the Cultivation World, and most admirers of Qin Yurou were under twenty-nine years old.

While Baihua Palace Master Weisheng Zhimei was a perfect woman who charmed those aged twenty-five to fifty.

At this moment, Shen Qiang was flanked by Qin Yurou on the left, Weisheng Zhimei on the right, along with the adorable Ye Guyun, the seductive Pan Meiqing, the graceful Ke Bizhu, and the perky girl Abi. Those jealous cultivators could only find psychological balance through verbal means.

Shen Qiang could understand these emotions.

So, despite their unpleasant comments, Shen Qiang didn't want to argue with them. After all, a person's achievements are measured by their enemies, and what good does it do to quarrel with mere youths even if he wins?

Otherwise, he would be mocked by cultivators for being too young, petty, and lacking in poise.

Moreover, with beauties around, the calmer Shen Qiang appeared, the more enraged the jealous people became.

"Oh, Qin Yurou, your lip balm looks so hydrating today."

"Zhimei, your red dress really highlights your elegance."

Shen Qiang smiled while talking to the two women, his calm demeanor and intimate words further igniting the jealousy of many cultivators present, yet they were helpless. What disappointed them even more was that, despite their harsh words, Shen Qiang was indifferent, and the women's affectionate gazes never left Shen Qiang throughout the process.

"Hmph, a bunch of unsophisticated people. Look at my Shen Qiang's poise. He's strong, and no matter what, the vast moon keeps shining over the river. Hmph, can they even comprehend the grandeur of someone in such a lofty position?" The perky Abi gazed shyly at Shen Qiang.

"A true leader remains unflustered even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him! Shen Qiang is doing well. He's the King of Demons, Medicine King, and the big boss of Heshenghe. If he couldn't be magnanimous, he'd be ridiculed." Qin Yurou's beautiful eyes stayed firmly on Shen Qiang, her legs tightly clenched, her cheeks blushing: "Such calm composure is truly handsome!"

Not only them, but also Weisheng Zhimei, one of the twelve peaks in the Cultivation World and Baihua Palace Master, gazed admiringly at Shen Qiang: "The human heart is deceitful, especially for someone in a high position; every action is magnified by others."

"In the beginning, when this rogue came to Baihua Palace, he was nothing but a troublemaker with ulcers on his feet and pus on his head, not only spilling dirty water, but roasting Immortal Cranes, and stealing treasures, ridiculously rogueish. I was always concerned that after becoming Medicine King, he wouldn't distinguish priorities, leading to disrespect from cultivators. But it seems fine now, as someone with the revered status of Medicine King should not respond to every cat and dog's provocation. If he did, it would be giving them too much credit."

The beauties admired Shen Qiang's reaction from the heart.

At this moment, while many alchemists below the stage complained bitterly, the eyes of many sect leaders on stage lit up.

For them, this was a great opportunity to establish a good relationship.

"Silence!" Baili Qingyu, acting Sect Leader of Kunlun Sword Sect, immediately stood up and shouted angrily, "You juniors, stop spouting nonsense here! Shen Medicine King is sitting here, drinking the same tea as you not because he lacks capability, but because he doesn't want to put on airs in front of you, as a sign of respect. You are not only ungrateful but also babbling on. Do you think you have the right to sit here and drink tea on another day?"

After hearing Baili Qingyu's words, the cultivator leaders in charge, their eyes sharp, rose one after another.

The eminent monk of Emei Sword Sect sternly said, "How extremely rude! The Medicine King's status is exalted, not for juniors like you to comment on. Hurry and apologize!"

Not only that, but the head of Huashan Sword Sect also reprimanded deeply: "You young people are so immature. Luckily Shen Medicine King is broad-minded and doesn't wish to argue with you; otherwise, your words would bring calamity upon you immediately. So hurry and apologize to Shen Medicine King!"

After they took the lead, the leaders of various cultivation sects rose one by one, angrily scolding the young people, creating an inexplicable atmosphere at the celebration that not apologizing to Shen Qiang was a grave offense.

The situation left the attending cultivators dumbfounded.

At this time, Shen Qiang, chatting merrily with Weisheng Zhimei and Qin Yurou, didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, let alone look at them or speak to them.

For some things aren't related to age; when you experience it at five, you understand immediately, while at eighty if not experienced, you remain ignorant.

Think about it, in the entire celebration venue, each sect's leaders, and every member of the Thirty-two Skillful Hands, each portraying righteousness, scolding those young cultivators deeply.

Yet, just a few days ago, the Thirty-two Skillful Hands allied with Kunlun "blocking the door not to do business".

Couldn't the leaders of these sects see it?

Why did they pretend not to see?

Because they thought Shen Qiang was no good, believing he couldn't possibly win against the Thirty-two Skillful Hands and Kunlun group.

But now, Shen Qiang won.

His title of Medicine King might be empty, but the hundreds of alchemists under him were real.

Thus, they instantly changed their stance, as if possessed by actors, suddenly becoming saints and showing a stance that Shen Qiang was their dear brother, and no one could provoke him.

But expecting them to go all out if Shen Qiang faces difficulties in the future would be laughable.

So they performed theatrically.

But Shen Qiang just smiled calmly, overlooking the theatrics.

At this moment, Chu Xiaotian, usually arrogant, became furious when publicly reprimanded by many leaders.

"So what if I said something? This Lingyun Bai Hao is among the finest teas, if he dares, let Shen Qiang drink something better to show us."

Several others chimed in.

"Yeah, if there's something better, Shen Qiang, drink it. If you can't, stop feigning so calm and superior!"

The moment they finished saying these words.

Three figures suddenly appeared on the stage.

Everyone was startled, only to see Medicine King Valley Master Qin Yongquan hastily step forward to pay respects, "Master Uncle, you are..."

The leading elder with Immortal Wind Bone gestures for silence and then smiles at Shen Qiang, "Shen Medicine King, after much thought, I feel the affairs of Medicine King are busy, and I don't know when you will come next, so I specifically came to offer a pot of Lingxiao Silver Bud as a token of respect. Moreover, whenever Shen Medicine King comes in the future, this tea will always accompany you."