The Millennium Alchemist Novels & Stories

The cynical man replied and smiled, "I didn't expect you were an alchemist. Who's your master? And the yellow flame... Isn't your natal Qi ice Qi? Why does it become fire? Never mind, you have your secrets. I won't ask. By the way, since you are an alchemist, can you help me to make some other pills? Such as 'Nine Dark Spirit Pill', 'Heaven Fate Pill', 'Spring Wind Dew Pill', 'Recover from Dead Pill', 'Martial Grand Emperor Pill', and the 'Nine Turns Human King Pill'..." Those pills the man was mentioning were all Level Eleven or Twelve god-level Pills. Noticing the greedy man was still going to talk, Ding Hao hurriedly adjusted his mood and quickly interrupted him. "Stop, do you think I can

Only a handful of alchemists in Martial City had the skill to craft them, and even then, the success rate was extremely low. A single pill was already worth a fortune—five of them could change the fate of a martial artist in the late Transcendent Realm, potentially pushing them to major mastery. No one could resist such temptation. Janet glanced at Nerissa and sighed softly. "Are you still holding out hope for Felix?" Nerissa did not answer. Her gaze remained fixed on the direction of Echo Cavern, and her thoughts were hidden deep within her heart. Whatever she was thinking, she kept to herself.

On an empty stomach, it was a terrible idea. Which made it the perfect choice. He picked up one of the heavy crystal tumblers, poured a generous splash of the amber liquid, and raised it in a silent toast to the empty room. He took a long, deep gulp. The alcohol burned like liquid fire. It tore down his throat, making him gasp and cough, his eyes watering. But almost immediately, a blooming, artificial warmth spread through his chest, radiating outward into his cold, heavy limbs. It was a rush of pure, chemical courage. He laughed at a quiet, slightly hysterical sound that echoed in the quiet room.