Aura of pill saint

After some time, only one of the lackeys arrived at the scene.

From his looks, it seems he fought heavily with someone.

It's clear that the other lackey must have been beaten to death.

For someone like them, 10 high-grade stones were more valuable than their partner in crime.

"Young master, she is the one with aura is pill saint,"

The lackey wiped the sweat from his brows and pushed the little girl ahead.

Zhao Fan, who was sitting cross-legged, above the tavern, opened his eyes.

The girl had her hands tied up with spiritual energy, yet she looked undeniably beautiful.

He looked at her from up to down.

Her raven-black hair cascades like a waterfall of midnight silk, adorned with delicate blossoms that glimmer like stars in a serene night sky.

Her transcendental blueish eyes shimmer like amethyst reflecting moonlight, holding a mystique akin to celestial lakes untouched by time, reflecting the peerless figure of Zhao Fan, in them.

Her porcelain skin, smooth as jade, radiates an otherworldly glow, reminiscent of dawn's first light touching frost-kissed petals.

Truly, she was radiance, smooth and flawless like the finest mutton-fat jade, untouched by the mortal world and dust.

Her long, slender legs, graceful as the swaying bamboo in a moonlit grove, add to her divine presence.

The cheery lips look like the finest red apple, with the popped-cherry on top as lipstick, graceful and charming.

Her robe, woven from the finest celestial silk, was a masterpiece of elegance and feminine grace.

The crimson sash wrapped around her waist accentuates her ethereal beauty, a stark contrast against the soft silver-blue fabric, making her appear as though she had stepped out of an ancient legend, a celestial fairy descending upon the mortal realm.

Delicate ornaments, fluttering like cherry blossoms in the wind, add a dreamlike dignity, making her seem like a goddess descending from an immortal realm.

With her temperament, sophisticated face, and fairy-like clothing, she doesn't look that simple at a glance.

How did she even potentially get kidnapped by these thieves?

Is she one of those rebellious young miss running away from home?

How stupid.

But, indeed she has an aura of pill intent.

The inborn alchemist.

She can already start making pills without reaching the golden core realm to form an alchemy golden core.

And once she reaches the golden core realm, she can directly ascend to Saint-grade Alchemist.

...

"You have done well!" Zhao Fan's cold voice rang, and the next moment, a magical palm of ure energy materialized above the lackey's head.

Baam!

The palm descended.

The lackey was instantly turned into a pool of blood.

Zhao Fan then focused his eyes on the girl.

A faint gentle yet cold breeze passed through the night, carrying with it the lingering thick scent of sinful blood, however, the girl remained unperturbed, her expression as calm as still water reflecting the autumn moon.

Her celestial eyes, remained fixed upon Zhao Fan, betraying neither fear nor reverence, it was only an unfathomable depth, as if she had long transcended the trivialities of mortal touch.

Zhao Fan narrowed his eyes. He had not seen so-called prodigies, but he knew only a few possessed such an innate temperament.

The only ones that seemed untouched by the vulgarity of the corrupt world.

He rose from his seated position, descending lightly from the tavern roof with effortless grace, his movements akin to an immortal descending from the heavens.

There were even afterimages, according to the color of the rainbow in order, like an in-game trail.

With each step, the fabric of space itself seemed to tremble beneath his presence, rippling like the water.

His gaze flickered to the spiritual energy bindings encasing her wrists... complex sigils pulsing faintly, woven by an expert craftsman.

However, the true marvel lay in her demeanor; there was no resistance, no struggle as if such constraints were beneath her notice.

"You," Zhao Fan spoke, his voice carrying a weight, neither hostile nor kind.

"What is your name?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, her raven-black tresses cascading like threads of silk, dancing with the breeze, creating a cinematic scene.

Her lips curved faintly, not in fear, but amusement.

It was so faint it was almost imperceptible, like the edge of a blade hidden beneath silk.

"This humble one is Ling'er," She responded while gracefully bowing her head slightly.

She seems to be from an educated aristocratic family.

"Are you by chance a princess?" Zhao Fan asked without hesitation.

He has read too much of such clichè and that hairpin on her head definitely feels like a noble heirloom.

"..."

"No!" she immediately shook her head.

Zhao Fan's eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible trace of intrigue.

Her reaction was too swift, too forceful.

'The subtle rigidity in her voice, the slight tensing of her shoulders, was she perhaps was lying? If so, why?

Oh! She is cautious, definitely a smart move, you shouldn't blindly reveal your origin, I would have done the same.

Only some dumb people will say I am the young master of the Ching Cong clan and my father is Ding Dong and my master is Ning Nong.

So, Not a princess, huh?

Possibly not in the sense of imperial title, but certainly in status. Hmm, that makes sense.

A girl adorned in celestial silk, possessing the aura of a pill saint, yet kidnapped by mere lowly bandits?

If such a thing had truly happened, it could only mean one of two things: either she had been betrayed, or she had orchestrated her own capture,

But for the latter to happen, I don't think it's possible and personally judging, she doesn't seem to be a dumb rebellious girl,

So, it's most likely to be the first one.

But why?' he thought.

..

Zhao Fan's gaze swept over her once more, sharper this time, dissecting every detail.

She was like a double-edged sword.

'Sigh! Her robe, though pristine bore the slight creases, it is the clear evidence that she had been traveling for some time yet, no signs of wear on her shoes, meaning she had ridden in a carriage or flown via a magical artifact.

Yet the bandits who captured her were of the lowest ilk, incapable of tracking someone of her caliber unless she had carelessly exposed herself or her magic weapon was exhausted.

It also makes sense if she was exhausted out of spiritual energy.

Which means she doesn't have spirit stones to sustain the magic artifact.

Does that mean, she was kicked out of her family?

But that doesn't make sense, she has the aura of a pill saint. One can't be that stupid,'

Zhao Fan smirked coldly unable to pinpoint her exact condition however, she is surely from a sophisticated family.