1618 Old Han’s Transformation! (3)

“Erm… I’m actually only a sixth-level grandmaster.” w.a.n.g Teng scratched his head in embarra.s.sment.

Hong Tians.h.i.+: …

The crowd was taken aback once again.

Everyone stared at the hero in a daze, completely at a loss.

He looked as though he was saying… ‘I’m barely at this level. Sorry to disappoint.’

“If you’re at the sixth-level, how did you manage to make a seventh-level pill?” Wu Xingyun asked.

“Isn’t jumping levels a normal thing for geniuses?” the hero replied.

Everyone: …

A normal thing?

Which normal alchemist can make a higher grade pill than his own base level?

A difference of levels between grandmasters made a huge difference. The likelihood of failure was high when attempting to make a pill of a higher level than their current means.

None of the seniors present were alchemists, but this was common knowledge.

“All right, this is nothing.” w.a.n.g Teng waved his hands indifferently. Then, he urged, “Old Han, come on and try it.”

“All right!” Han Ping felt a little troubled. The issue plaguing him most of his life was going to be resolved. It felt unreal.

He was forced to stop cultivating in the past due to his ailments, to later become the guard of the Huanghai Military Academy.

He would have died unnoticed if it wasn’t for the sea beasts riot.

Fortunately, he met w.a.n.g Teng, who saved his life and gave him hope that he could advance to the planetary stage.

Now, the young overlord had even told him that his body could make a full recovery.

All of this made him feel deeply emotional; he was filled with grat.i.tude towards the lad.

Still, it wasn’t the right time to speak about this. He got up and entered a cultivation room while tightly grabbing the bottle with the Thousand Gra.s.s Elixir.

Everyone waited outside.

Wu Xingyun and the others saw the elder as a warrior who, just like them, had emerged from Earth’s humble cradle. They naturally hoped he could truly recover and join them to explore and conquer the vast universe.

The young earl held this senior in high regard. Who knows what Earth would have become without elders like him, and how could he attain chances to grow as the young hero did?

The lad was happy he could do something to help.

Everyone was patiently waiting outside. No one spoke, but their gazes were fixed on the door.

Time pa.s.sed slowly. It was already nighttime when the young hero went back to his manor. Han Ping remained in the cultivation room for an entire night.

The next morning, Wu Xingyun and the others finally got worried since their colleague wasn’t coming out.

“w.a.n.g Teng, did something happen to him?” Hong Tians.h.i.+ asked.

“Don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong with the pill I made,” the hero explained, “The longer he stays there is also an indicator of how many hidden injuries he has. The medicinal effects will take some time to take effect.”

The former nodded. They believed in the young hero.

Everything would be all right since the boy had said so.

w.a.n.g Teng looked at the door and activated his Real Eye. He was stunned by what he saw.

Boom!

Just then, the cultivation room’s door opened.

A figure emerged.

“What?” Everyone was flabbergasted by what they saw.

The Old Han who walked out was no longer the hunched elder with wrinkles all over his face.

His back was ramrod straight and all the wrinkles were gone. Even his white hair had turned gray.

If he was around eighty years of age, he now looked like a fifty year old.

His aura was exceptional. He looked mature, tough, and dignified; he was definitely a handsome middle-aged man.

No wonder the others were dumbfounded.

“You’re… Han Ping?” Hong Tians.h.i.+ asked in shock.

“Yes, don’t you recognize me?” Han Ping laughed. His voice was full of vitality; surprisingly enough, there was no hint of old age in it.

“F**k!” Hong Tians.h.i.+ couldn’t help but curse when he heard the reply.