After Liana and Doctor Irma left the shop with turbulent emotions, the atmosphere inside the “God Alchemist” store became much quieter. Mr. Bramasta also took his leave after seeing how eager his daughter was to return home, leaving Fang Zhe alone amid piles of checks worth millions of dollars.However, not long after their departure, Fang Zhe frowned. He opened the System interface still floating in the air.[ACTIVE MISSION: Establish a New Company][STATUS: INCOMPLETE]*“Strange,” Fang Zhe muttered.“I already have a shop, insane liquidity, and even one employee. Why hasn’t the mission been completed yet?”Before he could ponder the System’s answer, the creaking sound of the heavy old wooden door echoed. A middle-aged man in clean but heavily patched linen clothes entered, panting. On his back, he carried a massive bamboo basket filled with fresh herbal plants, their fragrance filling the room.“Grandmaster! I’m here!” Uncle Lu called out.His breath was ragged, sweat covering his

Young Master Zhao’s face flushed crimson, the veins on his neck bulging as he struggled to contain his explosive anger. Fang Zhe’s words had just slapped him hard across the face—especially now that hundreds of onlookers, who once lowered their heads in fear before him, were whispering among themselves. Some even dared to sneer at his humiliation.“Fang Zhe! Stop acting righteous!” Young Master Zhao roared, taking a step forward—only to be halted instantly by Bimo’s cold, immovable gaze.“My grandfather… his condition worsened not because of your trash pills, but because you injected some kind of evil energy that’s destroying his system! Our Swiss doctors said there’s an inexplicable energy anomaly! You must take responsibility, or I swear I’ll turn this shabby shop into dust overnight!”Fang Zhe remained completely unmoved. Instead, he casually walked toward an old wooden chair behind the counter, sat down with one leg crossed over the other, as if Young Master Zhao were nothing more

Beads of cold sweat began to form along Fang Zhe’s temples as he controlled the fluctuations of energy at his fingertips. To ordinary people, it looked like he was merely moving his hands through the air, but to those with sharp instincts like Bimo, the air around Fang Zhe was clearly vibrating intensely.One by one, translucent silver-blue needles began to take shape. They were not made of metal, but of pure Qi compressed to the density of physical matter.“These needles are formed from Qi energy…” Fang Zhe said calmly, his voice carrying an unshakable authority.“They won’t physically pierce the skin, but will instead penetrate directly into the core meridians to destroy the blockages caused by heavy metal toxins.”Wush!With a movement too fast for the eye to follow, Fang Zhe released the seven Qi needles. They shot forward and embedded precisely into seven vital points on the elderly woman’s body—points known in ancient alchemical texts as the Seven Gates of Life.The old woman’s

Fang Zhe’s body trembled violently—not from fear, but from rage that had reached its boiling point. The air around him seemed to freeze as killing intent radiated from every pore of his being. Without caring about the shattered pieces of his phone falling to the ground, he stomped his foot onto the earth.BOOM!The ground beneath him cracked nearly ten centimeters deep, and his body shot forward like a silver bullet, slicing through the darkness of the night with his lightness technique.Wuuuuush! Wuuuush!In an instant, a distance of several kilometers—something that would normally take a long time to traverse—was covered by Fang Zhe in mere minutes.As he approached the area of the Divine Alchemist Shop, he did not see any commotion. Instead, an eerie silence enveloped the place. However, to Fang Zhe’s Qi-enhanced vision, he could see unnatural distortions of energy around the entrance.Bang!Fang Zhe kicked the front door, shattering it into splinters of wood. He stepped inside wit

Luna sipped the remains of the red liquid in her crystal glass, then set it down with a soft clink upon the mezzanine balcony railing.Her beautiful yet venomous eyes began to scrutinize Fang Zhe as if she were watching an insect squirming under a microscope."Fang Zhe, look around you," Luna said, her voice melodious yet laden with threat."The Pavilion of Heavenly Luck is not your little medicine shop that you can defend with a few acupuncture needles. Here, money is the law, and power is God. These ten executioners before you are those who have surpassed the limits of ordinary humans through technological modifications and forbidden martial arts. Not to mention Kuro... he is the walking death currently awaiting you."Luna leaned forward, letting her black hair drape down."My final advice: submit. Kneel before me, hand over the medicinal formulas under your Alchemist name, and become my personal guard dog. If you do, I might consider letting your friends live a little longer. If no