"Haha, motivational fluff can be really harmful. When it comes to natural talent, hard work always pales in comparison. The reason everyone keeps telling you to work hard is simply because they want to use you..."
"Working hard, especially in Ethereal Realm, holds no significance. These people are destined to become stepping stones for others. If all their abilities were to be transferred to you, you'd make significant progress and gain widespread fame. There's even a chance to break through Ethereal Realm and ascend to Immortal Realm."
"This is a world where might is right. Without strength or talent, all the effort one puts in is merely for the benefit of others. As long as you take me as your master, I can guide you in crafting the Devouring Pill. You can then absorb all these people's cultivation. Everyone has their own unique qualities. If you learn and absorb the strengths of these people, your abilities will grow instantaneously..."
Medicine God stood with his hands clasped behind his back, speaking with an expression of utter indifference.
It seemed as though the alchemists on Cauldron Peak could be killed for the sake of increasing one's strength.
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