Qiu Zu: From an apprentice in a medicine shop to an immortal ancestor.

The young martial artist hunting ferocious beasts is Qiu Zhen?

Shopkeeper Liu wore an expression of astonishment, his mind racing.

Just moments ago, he was regretting having missed a good talent right under his nose.

Never would he have imagined that the situation would take such a turn, that the young martial artist surrounded by everyone was actually a member of their Medicine King Valley.

This surprise was too sudden.

An Kang's eyes also shone with brilliance.

Originally, his appreciation for Qiu Zhen stemmed from the "art of medicinal preparation."

He was also deeply immersed in this path, and he felt a great liking for the young man who possessed exquisite skills and abundant spirituality in pharmaceutical preparations.

And now, seeing Qiu Zhen become a martial artist, his appreciation in his heart was three points stronger.

Shopkeeper Liu and An Kang were perfectly in sync, and without a word, they used their lightness skills to fly down, shouting:

"Make way, he is a member of our Medicine King Valley."

"Disperse, disperse, the ferocious beast is not for sale, don't even think about poaching!"

Shopkeeper Liu had quite a reputation in Qingmu Town, and with his loud shout, everyone made way for him.

"Disperse, disperse."

A group of martial artists and town elders, seeing Shopkeeper Liu come to "claim" him, drove the crowd away, each with a look of regret on their faces.

Just now, many people had offered to buy the "Wild Boar King Ferocious Beast", offering a high price of nearly two hundred taels.

On the market, pork was priced at about thirty copper coins per catty, and live pigs had a meat yield of 60% to 70%. A thousand-catty wild boar was generally worth only twenty to thirty taels of silver.

Even if it was ferocious beast meat, which was more expensive, it would only be worth about a hundred taels of silver at most.

The purpose of offering a high price of two hundred taels was not simply to buy wild boar meat, but to plot for the "person", to first strike up a conversation with the young man.

Even a middle-aged man who became a martial artist would be offered a high price and generous conditions to recruit him, let alone a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with outstanding potential in front of them.

However, since the "Young Martial Artist" was a member of the Medicine King Valley, and Shopkeeper Liu personally came forward, outsiders had no chance.

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

Shopkeeper Liu pulled Qiu Zhen into the city, and a group of pharmacy apprentices carried the Wild Boar King, crowding and following behind, making it very lively.

Only Kang Zhuangyuan was left standing there, the expression on his face uncertain.

"How did he become a martial artist..."

Qingmu Pharmacy, reception hall.

"Qiu Zhen, my young master summons you."

An Kang's voice arrived before he did.

Qiu Zhen and Shopkeeper Liu quickly stood up, their faces showing joy.

If this had been before, if Qiu Zhen had become a martial artist, Shopkeeper Liu would have certainly helped him contact the Medicine King Valley Mountain Gate and arrange subsequent matters.

But now, with Apothecary An in Qingmu Town, Shopkeeper Liu, apart from saying some encouraging words to Qiu Zhen, did not say anything about other arrangements.

"Qiu Zhen, your luck has arrived."

Shopkeeper Liu looked solemn and said in a low voice:

"If you can catch Apothecary An's eye, then you will soar to the sky, you must grasp it well."

"Thank you for your guidance, Shopkeeper Liu."

Qiu Zhen bowed in salute, his heart also full of anticipation, and immediately followed An Kang out of Qingmu Pharmacy to An's residence in the city.

Although Apothecary An was only temporarily residing in the city, the chosen residence was once the mansion of the "Richest Man of Qingmu", a large five-courtyard house with blue bricks and gray tiles, flying eaves and brackets, very impressive.

An Kang led Qiu Zhen and Shopkeeper Liu through several corridors and courtyards, and finally came to a courtyard full of flowers.

"Greetings, Apothecary An (Young Master)!"

The three bowed and saluted in unison.

"No need for formalities."

Apothecary An was feeding a jade-green centipede the size of a palm with a porcelain bottle. Seeing everyone, he casually threw the medicine bottle directly to the centipede, then his gaze fell on Qiu Zhen, looking him up and down for a long time before muttering:

"Breaking through to martial artist so quickly, in theory, you should have polished your skills for at least two years. Have you had some adventures recently? Or are you naturally gifted?"

Shopkeeper Liu and An Kang were a little surprised to hear this. Did Apothecary An (Young Master) already see that Qiu Zhen was about to become a martial artist?

Qiu Zhen was even more surprised in his heart.

He had only seen Apothecary An once, and there was usually no interaction at all.

The other party had only seen him once in the backyard of the pharmacy, yet he could tell at a glance that he was expected to practice martial arts to the point of perfection.

Although his judgment of the time he would advance to the "Martial Artist" realm differed greatly and was not as accurate as his own Yuanshen deduction, it was still extremely frightening.

Faced with such a powerful figure, Qiu Zhen's heart tightened, and he explained:

"I have indeed been lucky recently, encountering spiritual herbs and treasures one after another, coupled with fighting with ferocious beasts, that's how I was able to refine my skills."

"Hmm ~"

Apothecary An sniffed, perhaps smelling a faint fragrance of treasure medicine on Qiu Zhen's body, and nodded slightly:

"Come, let me feel your bones and see how your roots are!"

Qiu Zhen's Lingtai Yuanshen was restrained, and his spiritual light was not revealed at all. Immediately, his expression was calm, and he came to Apothecary An.

Bone reading is a type of physiognomy. By touching and stroking a person's skull, hand bones, and body skeleton, one can judge martial arts roots, talents, expertise, and even fate, future achievements, and so on. It is very mysterious.

Apothecary An first touched Qiu Zhen's head, then his arms and torso.

After about twenty or thirty breaths.

Apothecary An shook his head and said:

"Ordinary roots and ordinary bones, no spiritual body or treasure womb, mediocre aptitude."

"Ah ~"

Shopkeeper Liu and An Kang were a little surprised. They originally thought that Qiu Zhen, as a child of the common people, could practice martial arts to perfection at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and he must have some small talent.

Never would they have imagined that he was actually of ordinary roots and bones, and his root aptitude was not as good as theirs.

"As expected!"

Qiu Zhen was not disappointed in his heart. He had expected this. If he had not established the foundation in a hundred days and awakened the "Yuanshen", the Martial Artist realm would still be out of reach.

"You don't have to be discouraged."

Apothecary An saw Qiu Zhen lower his head and continued:

"Being able to practice martial arts to perfection at the age of sixteen and having continuous opportunities, it seems that your fate is not bad, but I don't believe in fate and never specialize in the path of fate. If you have the opportunity in the future and encounter a master of fortune, you can seek the opportunity to ask about your fate, which will be of great benefit to your martial arts."

"Thank you for the apothecary's guidance!"

Qiu Zhen's face was filled with gratitude, and his thoughts were similar to Apothecary An's.

He also did not believe in fate, did not believe in the so-called "destiny."

Once a golden pill is swallowed into the abdomen, my fate is up to me, not up to heaven.

How can a person who cultivates the Tao let destiny bind him?

"Cough cough ~"

Shopkeeper Liu coughed and cupped his hands:

"Apothecary An, how should Qiu Zhen be arranged next?"

Apothecary An heard the words, looked at Qiu Zhen, and after some consideration, said:

"There are two paths, one, go to the Medicine King Valley Mountain Gate to become a disciple. At fifteen or sixteen years old, you have practiced to perfection. No matter what your roots are, no matter what your fate is, you have the hope of achieving the Innate Martial Artist. If you are lucky, you can become a disciple of an Innate Martial Artist in the sect, and you may become a personal disciple and inherit the mantle."

Qiu Zhen nodded slightly.

He had learned about this, going to the Medicine King Valley Mountain Gate to study was the most conventional path.

Medicine King Valley apprentices who practiced martial arts to perfection would all go to the Medicine King Valley Mountain Gate to become disciples and learn the arts.

"Second, I also have the power to impart skills. You can choose not to go to the Medicine King Valley Mountain Gate and stay in Qingmu Town to practice martial arts. All the martial arts that the mountain gate has, I will have."

Qiu Zhen was stunned when he heard this, and he was a little unsure.

What does this mean?