Doupo: I'm just an alchemist

Chapter 5 Anecdotes
In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed.

Nangong Wuxin is thirteen years old now, and he has become a second-grade alchemist, but he has not yet taken the assessment.

After all, a thirteen-year-old second-grade alchemist, such talent is really quite eye-catching in the Jia Ma Empire. Although the Nangong family has more than one Douling powerhouse, it is still not enough in the Jia Ma Empire.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. A person who stands out from the crowd will be criticized.

Sometimes, it’s better not to be too proud.

"Wu Xin, have you heard?"

At the dinner table, Dad spoke, which was rare.

Nangong Wuxin raised his head and blinked, confused.

"Has anything major happened in the empire recently?"

"Hmm...it's not that serious. Do you remember that kid who became a fighter a year earlier than you a year ago?"

"If I remember correctly, his name seems to be Xiao Yan, and he is one year younger than me."

How could Nangong Wuxin not know Xiao Yan? He even knew that there was a 99% chance that the guy would become the Flame Emperor in the future.

"That kid is useless. I heard he's down to the sixth level of Dou Qi now...tsk tsk tsk"

"Sixth level of Dou Qi? Is that so outrageous?" Nangong Wuxin twitched his lips. Hearing this kind of thing was still a bit absurd, especially for someone who had experienced starting from scratch and becoming a Douzi.

The cultivation level that I had obtained after nearly ten years of hard practice was gone just like that?
He was the number one genius in the Gama Empire a year ago, but he has become useless after more than a year?

At this moment, Nangong Wuxin was actually a little panicked. What if it wasn't Yao Lao who sucked Xiao Yan's Dou Qi into him, but some other strange disease? That would be really bad.

A fear of the unknown slowly crept into Nangong Wuxin's heart.

Noticing that Nangong Wuxin had unconsciously sped up his eating, Chen Xiaoxiao kicked Nangong Jue hard.

Nangong Jue endured the pain and continued, "If you ask me, that kid is just too ostentatious. A great Doushi family has a genius and he's spreading the word everywhere. Isn't that courting death?"

"Wuxin is different. The news of your breakthrough to the Fighter level was blocked by your father and me. And with that kid's example before you, a twelve-year-old Fighter like you wouldn't be particularly noticeable."

"More importantly, I have your father to protect you! Hiss... yes, and your mother too."

"Dad, can you arrange some bad guys for me to see some blood?"

Nangong Wuxin put down his bowl and chopsticks. He felt that although he was an alchemist and did not like fighting, it did not mean that he was really an alchemist who was powerless.

You know, the vast majority of alchemists are powerful fire-attribute practitioners!
Is it possible that grasping the subtle timing when refining pills is not as difficult as practicing some fighting skills?
Nangong Jue was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his son, who was only thirteen years old, would suddenly make this request.

However, as a father, he also knew that this was something a man would have to go through sooner or later.

"Okay, hiss!"

Suddenly, Nangong Wuxin remembered something.

There may be a simpler way to verify whether the future is true or false.

"It seems to be a purple-leafed orchid, a bone-cleansing flower, and a first-level wood-attribute magic core..."

Nangong Wuxin thought about the medicinal effects of these three herbs, and it seemed that they were indeed very promising.

Over the past year or so, the elixirs he had come into contact with had all involved these three medicinal herbs. With his deep understanding of these three herbs, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. "Wuxin, are you a Nine-Star Fighter now?" Nangong Jue sensed Nangong Wuxin's aura and found that this kid was not far from becoming a Fighter Master.

"Ah, Nine Star Fighter. I've been refining less medicine lately and have been practicing more, so I reached the Nine Star Fighter level."

In less than a year, he learned all the first and second grade pill recipes of Chen Xiaoxiao and the Nangong family, and refined them to very high quality.

In the past six months, apart from refining a few second-grade pills every day to maintain his skill, he has been practicing fighting spirit and honing his fighting skills.

Even though he was young and didn't dare to practice too hard for fear of causing irreversible damage to his meridians, his cultivation was still on the verge of breaking through to become a fighting master.

"That……"

"Don't worry, my baby son is fine and as strong as a calf."

Nangong Jue was about to ask something worriedly, but was interrupted by Chen Xiaoxiao. Was he questioning her as a mother?
Nangong Jue nodded when he heard his wife say this: "That's good, my wife is really a good helper to your husband!"

"Huh, do I need you to tell me?"

Chen Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, but still retracted one foot.

In this way, the lively breakfast for the family of three ended.

Nangong Wuxin wanted to test whether the recipe for the "Foundation-Building Spirit Liquid" he had thought of was really feasible, so he went over it in his mind several times.

Just as I was about to get some medicinal herbs for testing, my dad came over.

I have to say, Nangong Jue's movements are really fast.

Maybe it was because his son had been learning alchemy from his mother and had neglected his father. Now that he finally needed him as a father, he was acting so quickly?
"Wuxin, don't feel any pressure. Those guys are evil and will die for a good cause. Don't be afraid when they attack you. Just treat them like your daily training. By the way, Wuxin, do you want me to break their legs first?"

"Well... first, break one leg. Thank you, Dad."

"Well, my son is really kind-hearted!"

When Nangong Wuxin heard his father's words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This is him, with the experience of an adult, more mature than his peers. If this were a teenager, wouldn't he be spoiled by his parents?

……

In the empty training ground, a middle-aged man with a limp and a hideous face looked at the innocent boy in bright clothes dozens of meters away with terrible murderous intent in his eyes.

"You dare let me be your toy? Today I will make you regret it. I am Lord Black Wolf!!!"

Nangong Wuxin was extremely calm, looking at the guy opposite him who was obviously determined to fight to the death, without any fear in his heart.

The scorching sun in the sky was extremely hot. The fine steel sword in Nangong Wuxin's hand turned gently, and a ray of light just reflected into the eyes of the black wolf.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, and a subtle grin flashed across the corner of Black Wolf's mouth.

However, after a few breaths, the imagined attack did not come.

When he opened his eyes, Heilang found that the young man opposite him was still standing there, looking at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The boy suddenly made a forward charge and ran forward quickly. The black wolf quickly took a defensive posture, but the boy stopped again ten meters away.

(End of this chapter)