"Brother Tang, to put it plainly, you still haven't told me why you recognize the pill but also say it's exceptionally precious and priceless?"
Tang Haoran was both surprised and speechless.
"Brother Han, there are only six high-quality spiritual脉s in the entire Xia Nation. How many high-quality spiritual herbs do you think can be found? Even the cleverest cook cannot prepare a meal without ingredients!"
Han Lang finally understood.
How many spiritual herbs would it take to cultivate a master alchemist as brilliant as the Divine Alchemist from another world, through diligent practice and hard training?
And on Blue Star, even if the cultivator world truly inherited excellent alchemy techniques, to what extent could an alchemist be trained without medicinal ingredients?
Not to mention the requirement for the alchemist's own cultivation to refine a high-level pill!
After thinking it through, Han Lang felt a bit embarrassed.
"I apologize, I was so engrossed in the story that my thinking ability was lost! No wonder my late master told me to keep the secret of alchemy hidden; it's for this reason."
"So, Brother Han. You've lost out big time on this deal! But I've already eaten the pill, so there's no point regretting it now, haha..."
Han Lang laughed heartily.
"It's nothing! Besides helping you recover your cultivation, these two pills don't have any other use. It's enough that they've been put to good use!"
"However, Brother Tang, Xia Nation has such a vast cultivator world, what about overseas? What do they have to contend with us?"
Tang Haoran's expression also turned serious when this topic was brought up.
"That's a long story!"
"Overseas, there isn't a cultivator world, but they have superhumans!"
Tang Haoran sighed deeply and continued in a grave tone.
"Since ancient times, Xia Nation has believed in propriety and righteousness, so we rarely bully others and invade their countries. Throughout the long river of history, we have never thought of ruling the entire world!"
"But, as those foreigners gradually mastered so-called science, they began to arrogantly believe they had surpassed all other races!"
"Thus, these ants began to swell with pride, and their desires slowly began to far exceed ours cultivators."
"Until they initiated a world war!"
"Coincidentally!"
"Because the Xia Nation cultivator world had also experienced major wars between sects before this, when the world war arrived, our high-level cultivators were either dead or injured. For a time, they had almost lost their combat capabilities!"
"Therefore, only low-level cultivators could be sent to resist those jackals!"
"Low-level cultivators could fight ten or even a hundred ordinary people, but ultimately they couldn't withstand rockets and artillery."
"It was precisely because of this that those filthy white-skinned, curly-haired foreigners discovered the secret of Xia Nation cultivators!"
"This surprised them greatly, and it also made them fearful. But seeing low-level cultivators die one after another under the cannons, their inflated egos acted up again."
"They did not hesitate to unite and launch a frenzied attack on Xia Nation, all in order to kill or capture more cultivators for their research."
"However, low-level cultivators only possess martial artist true qi or spiritual qi within their bodies. Once they die, everything disperses, leaving only an ordinary human shell."
"After researching for a long time, the white-skinned, curly-haired devils finally discovered that, apart from Xia Nation people, no other race in the world possessed the physique for cultivation!"
"More importantly, they also lacked any methods to control spiritual qi!"
"Achieving nothing, they upheld a perverted mentality of destroying what they couldn't have and began to plot the annihilation of the entire Xia Nation!"
"In an instant, the cultivator world suffered heavy losses again!"
"Until a Grandmaster-level martial artist could no longer bear it, and with his body still heavily injured from the sect wars, he unleashed a great divine ability and severely taught those white-skinned, curly-haired devils a lesson."
"But unexpectedly, these scums were not only not deterred but launched a fierce counterattack!"
"The Grandmaster-level martial artist was already severely injured, and after such continuous bombardment, he eventually perished."
"This act by the white-skinned, curly-haired devils completely enraged the entire cultivator world."
"High-level cultivators from various sects, all dragging their heavily injured bodies, appeared on the front lines!"
"'A starved camel is still bigger than a horse.'"
"With everyone's concerted efforts, the white-skinned, curly-haired devils were routed across the board, with no power to counterattack!"
"But the great powers of the cultivator world were also almost at the end of their strength."
"Ultimately, both sides should have reached some kind of agreement. A world-shaking battle concluded without a definitive end."
"But no one expected that the white-skinned, curly-haired devils would eventually use the body of that fallen Grandmaster-level martial artist to develop superhumans!"
"It is said that their breakthrough at that time was the second primordial spirit within that Grandmaster-level martial artist's body, which is what you cultivators refer to as the Nascent Soul!"
"The appearance of superhumans made them feel the threat from Xia Nation even more."
"Therefore, to prevent our Xia Nation cultivators from settling accounts later, they have been vigorously developing the research of superhumans all these years. They even occasionally send some disguised as ordinary people to probe Xia Nation's strength."
"The special department established by the Ministry of Public Security, in addition to monitoring cultivators, has another important task: to prevent the infiltration of superhumans!"
"Therefore, even in today's society, our country still faces internal and external troubles."
"In terms of science, we still have a huge gap with those white-skinned, curly-haired devils; in terms of metaphysics, we may not have the strength to decisively defeat them now!"
"Alas..."
"What is most disheartening is that less than a century has passed since the grievances and national hatred, yet many people have already forgotten the pain of history!"
Tang Haoran sighed deeply as he said this.
Han Lang was also filled with righteous indignation at this moment. He clenched his fists, his eyes red.
"One day, we must kill all these foreign devils!"
Seeing him like this, Tang Haoran not only did not object but seemed pleased.
"The younger generation is indeed formidable! The responsibility for our nation will sooner or later fall upon the shoulders of you young people!"
Han Lang did not shirk, but a hint of slyness flashed in his eyes as he looked at Tang Haoran.
"So, when we first met, that special special forces unit you mentioned you served in, it must have been composed of cultivators, right? And it was likely targeting the threat of these foreign superhumans, wasn't it?"
"Haha... that's a state secret, I can't tell you! Haha..."
Tang Haoran laughed heartily and brushed it off. Although he didn't admit it directly, Han Lang knew his guess was probably more or less correct.
"Alright! Since it's a state secret, I won't ask any more questions. Thank you, Brother Tang, for enlightening me about the cultivator world today. I'll come back to listen to your stories next time!"
"Haha, do you take me for an eighty-year-old man who loves to tell stories? If I hadn't eaten two of your precious pills today and owed you a huge favor, do you think I would have been willing to tell you?"
"Haha, that's fine! Next time I want to hear stories, I'll find a way to get you a couple more pills. It's getting late today, so I'll take my leave!"
"Alright, Brother Han! But your brother has to give you a couple of words of advice. These are all secrets of the cultivator world; do not mention them to ordinary people, it won't do you any good! Also, next time you come, you don't need to bring pills; bring a bottle of wine, or I'll get too dry from talking! Haha..."
"Haha, no problem!"