Alchemy & Martial Supreme

So the old man was the town mayor.    

However, even if it was the town mayor, he shouldn't have such powerful strength.    

"Grandfather, you're back?" Just as he approached, a young man came out to welcome him. He said in surprise, "Why did you come back so early today?"    

"Bai'er, a guest has come." The old man smiled faintly.    

The young man looked suspiciously at Qin Ming. When he saw the Demon Hunter's Badge on Qin Ming's chest, his expression became much more enthusiastic. "You're a Demon Hunter?"    

"That's right." Qin Ming smiled and nodded.    

Demon Hunters were respected everywhere they went, especially during the invasion of the Poison Demon. Those who dared to fight against the Poison Demon were heroes and admired by young people.    

"Wow... I want to become a Demon Hunter too, I wonder if the Demon Hunter Association will accept me" The young man welcomed Qin Ming into the room and poured tea and water for him.    

Seeing the young man's innocent eyes, Qin Ming let down his guard.    

"Maybe it's because I lost my Origin Qi and my senses were wrong."    

"The young man's eyes are very pure, and he doesn't seem to have seen much of the world. Moreover, this is an ordinary town that I randomly chose, so it shouldn't be a problem."    

"It seems like the pressure from the Poison Demon faction has been too great recently, causing me to be a bit suspicious" Thinking of this, Qin Ming secretly sized up the items in the room.    

There was a hoe that was used all year round. The mud on it was very fresh. Next to the hoe was a somewhat old bamboo basket with some leftover food in it.    

This should be a basket that contained food not long ago.    

At this time, the old man entered the room and took off his shoes that were covered in mud. Looking at the old man's hand, Qin Ming was completely relieved.    

"Looks like I was overthinking it. The old man's hands were not used to hold weapons. They are the hands of farmers " Qin Ming shook his head.    

It could be seen from many details that he was overthinking. The calluses in the old man's hands could be seen with a single glance that he often used hoes to grind the calluses.    

"As long as it's a Martial Cultivator, as long as it has the heart to deal with the Poison Demon, the Demon Hunter Association will accept it." Qin Ming took the tea from the young man and drank it.    

"Really? I can also become a Demon Hunter?" The young man was obviously interested in becoming a Demon Hunter.    

"Cough cough..." The old man coughed twice and scolded: "You are the only one in our Feng family. If you die, who will die for me?"    

Hearing the old man's words, the excited young man lowered his head and stopped talking about the Demon Hunter.    

The young man's eyes were filled with unwillingness, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to retort, but he immediately shut his mouth.    

"Hm?" Qin Ming, who was drinking water, frowned. The youth had obviously never seen the world, and because he was young, he could not hide anything.    

Qin Ming felt that something was wrong with him.    

"Wait a minute, he only wants to become a Demon Hunter. If he doesn't have any strength, he should be disappointed when he heard that the Demon Hunter Association accepts all the Martial Cultivator. He shouldn't be excited."    

"Could this young man be a Martial Cultivator?"    

Qin Ming had never sensed the aura of a Martial Cultivator from this young man since the first time he saw him.    

Now that he thought about it, there was something wrong.    

"I'm so thirsty. Thank you for your hospitality. Can you get me another bowl?" After Qin Ming finished drinking, he handed the bowl to the young man and said with gratitude in his eyes.    

"Okay." The young man took the bowl without any doubt.    

But at this moment, Qin Ming lowered his head and wiped the long sword in his hand. As if he did not see the young man, he loosened his grip in advance.