Battle Through the Heavens: Xiao Yan, I am your second master

He is ranked third among the top ten strongest figures in the Jia Ma Empire, a Dou Huang level expert, and a sixth-grade alchemist.

Xiao Li was somewhat stunned. This was a big shot. Although sixth-grade alchemists were nicknamed "farts," that was the opinion of the Medicine Venerable. In the Jia Ma Empire and even the Northwest Continent, sixth-grade alchemists were honored guests.

(The original text states: "A sixth-grade alchemist is nothing but a fart in my eyes.")

"Master Wang, Chairman Wang has been rather rude."

Xiao Li immediately bowed to Wang Ming. After all, he was just a junior alchemist. Although he had some talent and a family background, he could not be disrespectful to a Dou Huang or even a sixth-grade alchemist.

The other party could wipe out the Xiao family with just a word. Xiao Li was even thinking of lying down and doing nothing after Xiao Yan came out.

Cultivation? Impossible. There's no way I'll ever cultivate in this lifetime. I'll just wait for my Dou Di bloodline to revive and then speed my way up to Dou Sheng to make a living.

Of course, this was just Xiao Li's self-deprecation. The Xiao family would face many disasters in the future, and he would try his best to prevent the death of his clansmen.

Xiao Li was raised by the Xiao family for nine years. Ever since his talent was revealed, the Xiao family has spared no effort in nurturing him. He is not an animal that does not know how to repay kindness. The Xiao family is his home now! He must protect this home!

Wang Ming coughed lightly: "Ahem, don't scare the little guy. Maybe I didn't express myself well just now. The little guy's name is Xiao Li, right? You can just call me Old Wang. I don't really like being called Chairman Wang or anything like that."

"Okay, Mr. Wang, how would you like to examine my body?" Xiao Li asked.

Wang Ming chuckled and said, "Hehe, come to my side and let me put my hand on your head."

Xiao Li walked straight up to Wang Ming and looked at him expectantly.

He had some idea of ​​what Wang Ming wanted to do; perhaps he was testing whether Wang Ming had the talent to be an alchemist, since a strong soul was a given for a transmigrator.

Xiao Li could speak when he was one year old, and could read and write when he was two. These are all benefits of having a strong soul.

Alchemists not only need a powerful soul, but also specific attribute requirements. First, their own attribute must be fire; second, their fire element must be mixed with a trace of wood energy to catalyze the alchemy process!

Xiao Li knew he possessed fire-attribute fighting spirit, but he didn't know if he had any wood-attribute fighting spirit.

Alchemists are the most popular and lucrative profession in the Dou Qi Continent. Once you become an alchemist, you can either become incredibly wealthy and famous, or become a brother in the Soul Palace.

Wang Ming reached out a hand and placed it on Xiao Li's head, then closed his eyes.

Soon, Wang Ming opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of joy and ecstasy.

"Hahahaha, God has eyes!" Wang Ming laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

Xiao Ting, the Douling Elder, and even Xiao Li were all astonished by Elder Wang's actions.

"Hahaha, I've lost my composure, I'm just too happy." Wang Ming was very excited at this moment, his eyes were full of passion as he looked at Xiao Li.

"Little guy, do you want to become an alchemist? You have a strong innate soul perception, and your battle qi has a fire attribute mixed with a trace of wood qi. You are a good candidate to become an alchemist."

"How about it? If you want to become an alchemist, then become my apprentice."

Upon hearing Wang Ming's words, the expressions on Xiao Ting's and the other elders' faces were beyond description. They were excited, shocked, and laughing hysterically, as if the old men had gone mad.

Xiao Li was also quite excited, his mouth stretched wide like a lotus flower. Even if he was very mature, he would still feel elated after getting what he wanted.

"Disciple Xiao Li greets Master."

Xiao Li respectfully performed the apprenticeship ceremony to Wang Ming, for he was a powerful figure.

Don't underestimate a sixth-grade alchemist, who may even be nicknamed "fart" because of his low rank. Remember, not everyone can speak like the old alchemist. He is a peak Dou Zun, possibly even a peak Ninth-Rank Dou Zun, and a peak eighth-grade alchemist.

Even ordinary members of a Douwang family should be grateful to have the connections of a sixth-grade alchemist. Having a sixth-grade alchemist personally teaching you alchemy is more than enough!

"Very well, my mantle can be passed on now. Old Xiao, prepare a room for me. I'll stay for a few days and teach my new disciple."

Wang Ming, holding Xiao Li's hand, gave instructions to Xiao Ting.

"Yes, I guarantee that Elder Wang will be satisfied," Xiao Ting replied, cupping his hands in agreement.

Wang Ming smiled and said, "Li'er, come with me for a walk and show me around your Xiao family."

"Okay, teacher."

The two figures, one old and one young, walked away into the distance.

The First Elder was somewhat bewildered: "Hiss—am I dreaming? Li'er has become Chairman Wang's disciple? Second brother, pinch me, am I dreaming?"

Snapped--

The Second Elder slapped the First Elder across the face, the sound was quite loud, and the First Elder's face turned red.

"Holy crap! You slapped me in the face! You're asking for it!" The First Elder was stunned by the slap, but when he came to his senses, he grabbed the Second Elder by the neck.

"Didn't you tell me to do it?"

"I told you to pinch me, not slap me."

"Hahahaha! Alright, alright, it's true! The rise of our Xiao family is just around the corner! In the future, the Xiao family will produce a Dou Huang and a sixth-grade alchemist. Hahahaha, I can't even imagine it."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

. . . . . .

"Li'er, tell me, what do you think the process of alchemy is like?"

Wang Ming stroked his beard and smiled.

Xiao Li asked with some confusion, "The process of refining medicine? Do you mean the process of extracting medicinal herbs into pills, or is there some significance to the extraction process?"

Wang Ming was becoming more and more satisfied with Xiao Li. He had asked many people this question, but they either stammered or said a lot of nonsense. In fact, the process of refining medicine is the process of purifying medicinal materials into pills.

However, Wang Ming was very curious about the significance of this analysis and what Xiao Li thought about it.

Wang Ming said kindly, "So, little one, what do you think is the significance of the process of refining medicine?"

Xiao Li fell into deep thought; the concept of meaning is quite broad.

Xiao Li said somewhat awkwardly, "Teacher, this disciple can't answer that."

Wang Ming shook his head and patted Xiao Li's head: "It's alright, just say whatever you want."

Xiao Li nodded: "I think the meaning of alchemy depends on the individual. Some people value the power, fame, and status that alchemy can bring them, while others simply enjoy it."

Leaving aside those who chase fame and fortune, the latter enjoy alchemy, treating the process as a pleasure. They don't pursue the result of alchemy but rather revel in the process itself.

Wang Ming nodded in satisfaction: "Hehe, you're a promising student, a promising student indeed. Li'er, I enjoy the process of refining medicine, just as you said, I enjoy the pleasure of the process."

. . . . . .

On the other side of the capital of the Gama Empire, atop a majestic mountain only a dozen miles from the imperial capital, this mountain is also known as Yunlan Mountain because of the Yunlan Sect.

Yunlan Mountain is steep, with cliffs on three sides and only one road leading to the summit. It is a dangerous place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Moreover, Yunlan Sect disciples patrol the entire mountain, making the whole mountain range look like a small fortress.

Today, Yunshan, the sect leader of Yunlan Sect, brought a little girl back to the sect from outside.

"Sect Master, who is this?" The elder in the Sect Master's Hall looked at the timid little girl behind Yunshan with considerable doubt.

"Elders, this child is destined to be with me. I will take her as my disciple and give her the name Yunyun. She will be the next sect leader of our Yunlan Sect in the future."

"Lai Yun'er greets the elders."

The little girl named Yunyun was a little scared, but she still mustered up her courage and whispered, "Greetings, elders."