Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1033: A Token of Sincerity

Chapter 1033: Chapter 1033: A Token of Sincerity

Fang Bai stood to one side, smiling as he watched Ge Feng’s excited loss of composure, knowing what the bottle of Creation Pills meant to him.

From the first moment Fang Bai had met Ge Feng, he had seen that Ge Feng’s cultivation level had been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time, just one step away from a breakthrough.

However, Fang Bai also understood that some martial artists were limited by their own physique, cultivation resources, or chance encounters, and this one step difference could become an insurmountable threshold that they could never overcome in their lifetime.

This was the case for Ge Feng, who without some fortuitous encounter, was likely doomed to remain at the mid-level Desolate rank for the rest of his life, unable to achieve further breakthroughs.

Although low-grade Creation Pills could increase the success rate of advancing in rank at critical moments, Ge Feng had previously exchanged a significant amount of cultivation resources to obtain a few pills, only to find himself unable to advance as hoped, which greatly disappointed him.

The low-grade Creation Pills were much more expensive than other elixirs, and in order to exchange for a few to increase his chances of advancing, Ge Feng had exhausted all his years of accumulated cultivation resources. Finding them ineffective and unable to afford the high exchange cost, he had no choice but to give up.

Ge Feng had once heard a pharmacist in the Martial Artists Trading Market of Purple Flame City say that only a mid-grade Creation Pill could possibly help him break his shackles and succeed in advancing.

Hearing the pharmacist’s words, Ge Feng had despaired.

If he could hardly afford the expensive price of low-grade Creation Pills, how could he afford the mid-grade ones, which were many times more effective?

Moreover, no pharmacist in a small country like Thousand Lakes Country could refine mid-grade Creation Pills; one would have to try his luck in other countries.

But so far, Ge Feng had not heard any news about mid-grade Creation Pills; otherwise, he would have gone to any length to acquire a few no matter the cost.

Some martial artists, to progress further on the path of Martial Dao, were even willing to risk their lives in their madness.

And now, Ge Feng had merely offered a few bottles of low-grade elixirs as a greeting gift to Fang Bai, who in turn had reciprocated with a bottle of the mid-grade Creation Pills that Ge Feng had been dreaming of, making him feel as if he were in an unreal dream.

When Fang Bai uttered the words "mid-grade Creation Pill," Ge Feng even bit his own tongue secretly to check if he was dreaming.

The pain at the tip of his tongue confirmed everything was real; the bottle of mid-grade Creation Pills Fang Bai had given him was now quietly resting in the palm of his hand, the bottle emitting a dazzling, brilliant glow.

That Ge Feng hadn’t burst into an excited laughter and dance on the spot was already him exercising extreme restraint.

Amidst his excitement, Ge Feng felt somewhat ashamed, thinking that his greeting gift to Fang Bai was too insubstantial, not even close to the value of the mid-grade Creation Pills Fang Bai had given him.

Ge Feng wanted to show the demeanor of an elder and politely refuse Fang Bai’s generosity, returning the mid-grade Creation Pill, but a part of him ten thousand times didn’t want to let go.

For Ge Feng, having this bottle of mid-grade Creation Pills meant that his next attempt to break through to a higher level of the Desolate realm would have a success rate of over ninety percent, which was almost a certainty.

For a Desolate Level martial artist, every minor increase in cultivation level could extend their lifespan by several decades, and with those extra decades devoted to cultivation, it was possible to advance yet again and continue to defy life’s limitations.

Therefore, one could imagine just how important Fang Bai’s bottle of mid-grade Creation Pills was to Ge Feng.

"I’ve heard that the potency of a mid-grade elixir is too intense. Martial Artists with low Cultivation Levels could damage or even rupture their meridians if they rashly consume mid-grade Spiritual Medicine, as their bodies might not withstand the Essence Energy converted by the medicine’s power. Therefore, I think it’s better to give it to Elder Ge. This is a token of my regard, and I hope Elder Ge will kindly accept it,"

Fang Bai seemed to have guessed Ge Feng’s thoughts, and spoke with a serious demeanor.

In fact, mid-grade elixirs weren’t of much use to Fang Bai at this point, and during his prior training period, he had obtained some mid-grade Spirit Pills from the relics of Desolate Level Martial Artists in the Stone Forest illusion formation. Now, offering a bottle to Ge Feng served to establish a good karmic connection.

"If I stubbornly refuse your sincere gift, I would appear to be too affected... Alright, I’ll accept this generous gift!"

Ge Feng picked up the bottle of mid-grade Creation Pills, examined it over and over, his expression one of sheer delight. He then carefully placed the jade bottle back in its place and, when he looked at Fang Bai again, his gaze was filled with kindness and added gratitude.

If he had merely regarded Fang Bai as his own Disciple before, now Fang Bai had become like a nephew in his eyes.

Ge Feng had already decided that from now on, he would spare no effort in guiding Fang Bai on the Martial Dao, for not to do so would be a disservice to the mid-grade Creation Pill Fang Bai had given him.

"Here’s wishing Elder Ge success in advancing to the next rank and reaching new heights in Cultivation Level!"

Fang Bai complimented Ge Feng with a smile, then cupped his fists and bowed to take his leave.

"This Fang Bai knows how to advance and retreat, is perceptive and composed, not boastful or impetuous, and possesses a Dual Attribute Innate Spiritual Root. His future achievements are immeasurable. I, Ge Feng, might even bask in his reflected glory!"

Ge Feng watched Fang Bai’s retreating figure with admiration and murmured to himself. Then he checked his surroundings and, seeing that no one was around, he carefully took out the bottle of mid-grade Creation Pills once more to examine.

"Whether I can advance this time depends entirely on you, my treasure! Don’t let me down!"

Ge Feng inspected the jade bottle for a long time before once again tucking it into his chest, filled with excitement, and used his movement technique to return to his residence to begin a secluded meditation.

The Sect’s grand assembly was to be held in three days, and the list of ten selected participants would be announced to the public then. At that time, Ge Feng, as one of the Martial Academy’s high-ranking officials, would lead the team to Purple Flame City.

Ge Feng planned to use these three days to diligently Cultivate, striving to make a breakthrough in his realm before departing. It would ensure greater security for their trip to Purple Flame City and make it more successful.

If he could advance to a high rank of the Desolate Level, Elder Ge’s status within the Bitao Martial Academy would be on par with the two Vice Deans, and that overbearing Elder Lei Li, who often clashed with him, would have no choice but to bow his proud head in respect, humbly tending to his demeanor in Ge’s presence.

At the thought of this, Ge Feng’s spirits were sky-high.

By contrast, after parting with Ge Feng and returning to his residence, Fang Bai’s mood wasn’t nearly as good.

On his way back, Fang Bai noticed someone tracking him. When he discreetly extended his Divine Sense to investigate, he realized it was Steward Zhuang Zhi.

Zhuang Zhi thought his tracking skills were so advanced that he could remain undetected by gods and ghosts alike, but unbeknownst to him, every move he made was completely within Fang Bai’s control.

After entering his own courtyard, Fang Bai noticed Zhuang Zhi lingered nearby for a moment before departing, heading in the direction Fang Bai had expected, toward the residence of Elder Lei Li who was in charge of the Classics Hall.