Chapter 1670: Sun Ming, you little thief, pay with your life

Under Li Jianxin's investigation, he found that all these disciples who lost their hair had only one thing in common.

That was that they had all taken the same elixir, an elixir called the Soul-Returning Pill.

Afterward, Li Jianxin went to the Alchemist Alliance to inquire and learned that only one person could refine this Soul-Returning Pill, and that person was Sun Ming.

Speaking of this Sun Ming, he was also a strange existence in the Alchemist Alliance.

Although he was a member of the Alchemist Alliance, he didn't hold any position. Moreover, when Li Jianxin asked about Sun Ming, he didn't know if it was an illusion.

That Elder Mo of the Alchemist Alliance immediately revealed a look of sudden realization, and he seemed to have muttered a sentence in a low voice.

"So it was this kid; then it's not strange."

Hmm???

Afterward, no matter how much Li Jianxin asked, Elder Mo wouldn't say anything more.

But no matter what, so far, this Sun Ming was the biggest suspect.

"Could it be that his elixir has a problem? But the injuries were indeed healed."

The elixir had no damage; on the contrary, the effect was extremely heaven-defying.

It was only a seventh-grade elixir, but the healing effect was comparable to an eighth-grade elixir, especially for the recovery of soul injuries.

The pill was definitely a good pill, but why did it cause hair loss?

Just when Li Jianxin was still thinking, he didn't know who brought back the news from the Alchemist Alliance.

"I tell you, this was all Sun Ming's doing."

"Sun Ming?"

"It's that Soul-Returning Pill we ate; it was refined by this bastard."

"But what does this have to do with it? I think the effect of that Soul-Returning Pill is very good; I have never heard of such an elixir before."

A group of disciples who had lost their hair gathered together and whispered. Speaking of the Soul-Returning Pill, the disciples were full of praise; the effect was simply heaven-defying.

But soon, the disciple who returned from the Alchemist Alliance said in a deep voice.

"Foolish, I just went to the Alchemist Alliance. My cousin is an apprentice of the Alchemist Alliance, and he told me that our current situation must be because of the Soul-Returning Pill."

"Hmm??? How so?"

"That Sun Ming is also very famous in the Alchemist Alliance, specializing in researching some strange elixirs, and every elixir has an extremely heaven-defying effect, but..."

"But what?"

"But this bastard's elixirs all have various strange side effects."

Following the disciple's narration, the disciples slowly came to their senses. Touching their shiny bald heads, a group of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion disciples smiled grimly.

"After all this time, it turns out this bastard was the one causing trouble. Good, let's go find him."

"Right, let's go find him."

For a time, a group of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion disciples strode toward the Alchemist Alliance located in Tianhong Pass.

Tianhong Pass was now overcrowded.

People from the three major sacred grounds, the five major alliances, and the ten major chambers of commerce were all stationed here.

Entering the pass all the way, the disciples headed straight for the Alchemist Alliance.

"Masters, what are you guys..."

Seeing a group of bald heads walking over from afar, the two cultivators on guard thought they were people from the Buddhist sect and called them "Masters" as soon as they opened their mouths.

But it was this "Master" that directly angered the senior and junior brothers of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

"You're the master; we are disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

"Hmm??? Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? In my memory, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion doesn't keep bald heads?"

Hearing this, the cultivator on guard suspiciously looked at everyone. The clothes were indeed from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, but why were they all sporting big bald heads?

Regarding this, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion disciples couldn't help it anymore and said angrily.

"We are looking for Sun Ming."

Mentioning Sun Ming, the two cultivators were stunned, and then revealed an expression of sudden realization.

Not daring to be too presumptuous, they made a registration according to the regulations, and then the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion disciples ran angrily toward the small courtyard where Sun Ming lived.

Rushing outside the small courtyard, the disciples shouted angrily.

"Sun Ming, come out here!"

Following a roar, the courtyard gate was slowly opened, and a handsome young man in a green robe walked out.

Seeing the young man, the disciples were stunned, and then gritted their teeth.

"Let Sun Ming come out."

Seeing the young man's age, he didn't look old; he probably was a medicine boy, following Sun Ming to do some chores.

But facing everyone's roar, the young man smiled slightly.

"I am Sun Ming; do you fellow daoists have something to say?"

"You are Sun Ming?"

Hearing this, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion disciples were stunned, but then they started to grin grimly. Good, finally found the right person.

The leading disciple stepped forward, pointed at his own big bald head, and said coldly.

"Look for yourself."

"Look at what? A big bald head?"

Sun Ming asked suspiciously. Is this person sick? Pointing at a big bald head and asking me to look? What the hell am I supposed to look at?