Volume One, Chapter 49: Mid-tier First Rank Alchemist

The freshly refined pill still radiated warmth in his palm. Ji Die kept three of them, and, filled with anticipation, swallowed one. Several hours later, when he opened his eyes, a spark of excitement flashed within them.

Just like a regular Haichuan Pill, it accelerated his cultivation! He had truly succeeded in refining it!

Being able to produce a first-rank intermediate pill was undeniable proof that he was now a first-rank intermediate alchemist.

Ji Die did not dwell on his excitement for long. Before achieving something, one is filled with hope and anxiety, but once it is accomplished, it all feels rather ordinary.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, rested for a while, adjusted himself to his best state, then opened his eyes and took out another set of ingredients for a Haichuan Pill.

This time, however...

Qing Moyan leaned in and saw that the bullet clamped in Doctor Zhong’s tweezers was engraved with intricate runic markings. Though somewhat obscured by blood, there was no mistaking it—it was a type of enchantment.

“I fear... not only do I not believe you, but your explanation will hardly convince anyone,” Zhong Qing said with a frown, showing not a shred of their former ties.

“A bride must not eat anything.” All those attending to her hair and makeup had been invited by Qing Moyan; she did not know any of them. So, no matter what they said, she could only offer a wide smile.

July was the season of blossoming flowers, and among all the palaces, Wangchen Residence boasted the greatest abundance. The Emperor often visited, occasionally bestowing new flower seeds. Once planted, they would bloom in due time, filling the air with fragrance. Of course, some did not survive, and those were never planted again, to avoid wasting good seeds.

Did she just see him blush? Was it possible for a divine beast’s soul to have the skill of blushing? Though a little unaccustomed to it, she couldn’t help but give him a mental thumbs up.

With a command, Mo Xie was the first to chase after the spirit talisman, and his second brother and Tongtong swiftly followed, refusing to lag behind.

Seeing the look of deep pain and resentment on his face, I turned away, afraid that if I looked at him any longer, my heart would soften against my will.

Shiyu Xun let out a faint hum, wisely ending the conversation and retreating to the inner room to continue her studies.

Shen Shiyi gently shook his head at me. I approached and reached out to lightly touch Kewa’s face, but she showed no response.

The giant lobster at sea had noticed this as well; its attacks were like firing blanks, utterly ineffective. It began to wonder—was that thing even edible?

“Are your wounds serious? Do you need to bandage them first?” Meishe asked with concern, seeing blood still streaming from Yun Hao.

“Su Yaorao, if you dare harm Wan’er and the others, I swear I’ll take your life!” Yun Hao roared in desperation.

To the astonishment of Leon and Ada Wong, massive refrigeration chambers rose one after another from the ground. As the doors opened and the cold air dispersed, they revealed bio-weapons, Tyrants, each towering over four meters tall.

But Lü Bu didn’t spare a glance; with a casual sweep of his Sky Piercer Halberd, Lu Zhongyou collapsed with a thunderous crash.

A black-clad man adjusted his communication device, and with a subtle gesture, the staff in the hall immediately moved to intervene.

Under the Martial God Monument, the five-star Wuji formation pressed on. Unknowingly, they had already advanced two meters, leaving only eight meters between them and the monument.

Chen Jin, recalling this matter, ignored his splitting headache and thrust his consciousness back into the sea of awareness.

Yet this move from the Northern Abyss Demon Ancestor was different—a great hand struck out without any flourish, utterly mundane and devoid of any hint of mortal breath, completely unremarkable.

“What I want are the Azure and Violet Twin Swords! The life or death of you cultivator trash means nothing to me!” the Prideful Demon King Hong Ni declared.

A few days ago, upon hearing that envoys from the Union had arrived at the Guardian clan’s territory, Di Feiqiong immediately sneaked out to gather information.

“Oh, Mayor Bai, what a coincidence to bump into you here! I must seize this chance to toast you properly,” Zhang Guilin entered first, grinning at Bai Hongtao.

Originally, there was a plan to buy a car before the new year, but since the driver’s license still hadn’t been obtained, the plan had to be postponed.

They appeared only four or five years older than the others in the room, but the aura they exuded was far more composed and carried the pressure of those accustomed to authority.

The divine corpse where Lin Yunxi resided was one of the few that still floated freely within the giant vortex, not caught in its swirling dance.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Flood King tensed, then sprang upright, and with a ‘thud,’ his massive body launched the cultivator in front of him like a super slingshot.

“Get out!” Chen Ao, as if stabbed, leapt up and shouted, startling the other into a hasty retreat.

In the following month or two, the police took substantial action against the Hengdao Group. Xiao Bohan felt it most keenly—every time he went out, there were always people watching him from behind, an unbearable, prickling sensation.

If this dragged on, she’d probably start calling relatives and friends to boast, booking a wedding hall, a hotel, a wedding dress… She simply wouldn’t listen to his explanations anymore.

Fang Xu never mentioned his own surname, only telling them he was sent by the current Emperor—a decision he’d made after careful consideration.

“I advise you not to have any other ideas. Forget about this honestly, or I’ll make sure you die a miserable death. I mean what I say!” Seeing Yun Jiefeng’s reluctance, Yun Nuo threatened.

He was also the head of Yinshan Sect, and after becoming Sui Xiaotian’s subordinate ghost, all his spells would be open books to Sui Xiaotian.

In university classes, not everyone was from the same cohort. If they were, there wouldn’t be so much shameless gossip.

Especially when, the year after the incident with Cheng Qiufang, Li Tao’s family actually raised two fierce dogs.

She had no intention of escaping—heaven only knew why Murong Lian was so attached to this place.