My Martial Arts Level Never Drops

Chapter 126: Chapter 99: Demon’s Trace

Business was indeed explosive.

Qin Fang watched from a distance, his eyes gleaming.

Although he had heard from both Senior Brother Wen and Monkey that Ganlu Hall had recently replaced Huichun Hall as True Martial County’s top pharmacy, its business booming, he hadn’t expected it to be *this* good.

’The sky has already gone dark, yet there are still so many customers.’

’Judging by their appearances, they can’t all be patients. They’re most likely here to buy the so-called Qi Blood Pills.’

Qin Fang first observed from the front, then discreetly circled the vicinity. After confirming that Ganlu Hall didn’t seem to have a back door, he returned to his spot near the entrance and settled in to wait patiently.

He stayed far away, watching from a distance.

Senior Brother Wen had spoken with great gravity: Anjin Martial Artists might possess a mysterious Sixth Sense. Qin Fang naturally wouldn’t be careless.

Although he had never met Wang Hu, he was certain he would recognize him on sight.

’After all, how many men missing their right arm could there be?’

Qin Fang silently drew the Poison Needle and palmed it, ensuring he could use it at a moment’s notice.

And so, he waited patiently...

...

Inside Ganlu Hall, in a rear chamber.

Heavy gasps echoed throughout the dim, secret chamber. On the floor, a stark naked man, missing his right arm, was kneeling on one knee.

He appeared to be in his thirties, with imposing features. If Zhou Xing had been present, he would have instantly recognized this man... as Wang Hu.

At this moment, Wang Hu’s face was contorted in a ferocious grimace. The muscles on his bare torso rippled, and the veins beneath his skin bulged, standing out starkly as if some living creature were squirming and slithering beneath the surface.

The most horrifying part was the wound where his arm had been severed. Faintly visible were blood-red buds of flesh, sprouting from the stump. They were short but densely packed, like oversized maggots...

It was an utterly grotesque sight.

So much sweat drenched his hair that it was soaked through. His entire body trembled as a pained, hoarse growl escaped his lips, like that of a wounded, cornered animal...

The buds of flesh grew longer and longer, tangling and intertwining. But just as they reached a length of over ten centimeters, they would shrink back again.

The process seemed to consume a vast amount of Wang Hu’s energy. Finally, his strength gave out, and he collapsed to the floor. His rapid breathing grew weak and faint.

”Don’t be impatient. Once you reach the Huajin realm, it will certainly grow back.”

An ethereal voice spoke.

Only then did it become clear that someone else was sitting in the dim chamber. The pea-sized flame of a candle was not enough to illuminate their face, but its light glinted in their eyes, revealing a look of rapt interest.

Wang Hu slowly raised his head, his voice weak. ”Give it to me...”

TAP. A dark-red elixir landed in front of Wang Hu.

Lying on the ground, Wang Hu barely managed to lift his head and see the elixir. A deep craving filled his eyes. With ragged breaths, he struggled to raise his good left hand, snatched the elixir, and impatiently swallowed it.

As the elixir went down, a strange, crimson flush surged across his face in just a few moments.

Then, an expression of sheer ecstasy washed over him. His whole body twitched slightly, and he let out a sigh of complete, blissful release...

His eyes glazed over, a smile on his face, and drool trickled unbidden from the corner of his mouth. As if savoring an endless afterglow, he lay motionless on the ground for a long time.

After quite some time, Wang Hu let out a long breath, and his body finally settled.

The vacant look in his eyes gradually faded. He rested on the floor for another moment before slowly pushing himself up.

”The Divine Pill may be good, but you’ve been coming every day lately. That’s a bit too frequent. With your level of Cultivation, I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it... It would be best to show some restraint.”

The ethereal voice spoke once more.

Wang Hu’s body trembled. ”Yes...” he said, his voice respectful but hoarse. ”Then... how often can I come for a Divine Pill?”

The person paused for a moment before replying, ”Once every three days. When the time comes, someone will deliver it to you.”

’Three days...’

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu’s expression turned conflicted for a moment, but he ultimately lowered his head in submission. ”Yes.”

”Mm.”

Pleased with Wang Hu’s obedience, the speaker nodded in satisfaction.

Wang Hu fell silent for a moment before asking in a low voice, ”Then... may I take my leave?”

”Go on.”

Wang Hu gave a slight bow, picked up his clothes, and slowly walked out the door.

Once outside the secret chamber, Wang Hu finally let out a long, soft sigh of relief.

His lips were pressed into a tight line, and a flicker of defiance shone in his eyes. But in the end, that defiance dissolved into powerlessness and dejection.

He stood there blankly for a moment before slowly dressing and walking out at a measured pace.

”Master Hu.”

”Master Hu.”

When he reached the courtyard of Ganlu Hall, several of his subordinates who were standing guard saw him and immediately came forward, bowing respectfully.

Wang Hu glanced at them, gave a slight nod, and said calmly, ”Let’s go.”

His Iron Tiger Gang had been all but wiped out since the last incident.

Things were especially bad over in Pingze City... even their main headquarters had been raided.

However, upon hearing of his return this time, the subordinates who had been scattered by other gangs and old enemies immediately sought him out... He had now managed to recover a small part of his original crew.

His subordinates nodded respectfully and followed behind Wang Hu, walking out through the main gates of Ganlu Hall...

...

Qin Fang had been waiting outside Ganlu Hall for about half an hour. The sky had grown completely dark, and he stood at the base of a wall, concealed by the night, unseen by anyone.

Despite waiting for half an hour, he showed no trace of impatience. His expression remained calm.

’One must remain composed before a great undertaking.’

Even though he knew he was about to strike at a Dark Force Powerhouse, Qin Fang remained composed.

In fact, the more powerful the opponent, the more composed one needed to be.