The Millennium Alchemist Novels & Stories

By then, they would become a level eight alchemist or above, a status that not everyone could afford to mess with. “Philip, we've completed the registration. Although we went there so quickly, our number is already more than a thousand!” Aslan said unhappily. He did not expect to see so many alchemists. “I wonder if this number is authentic. Are there really so many alchemists on this continent?” Aslan glanced around disdainfully. In his opinion, pill-making should be a rarity. “Pill-making is not that difficult. It’s not unusual if many people can do it. It’s easy to enter this line, but the difficulty lies in the progress.”

While it is rumored that beings of this caliber are also within the borders of the four Cardinal Continents, none of these low-level apprentices have ever been graced by their presences so they disregard this as such. As for the beings said to possess level 8 badges and above, these figures are thought of as legends that have been passed down within the Alchemist Guild. At the moment, it is known that there exist only ten people with a badge above level seven. As for their specific ranks and their locations, only the top brass for the guild knows but it is rumored that they are either within the capital cities for the Kingdom Continents, traveling around the Cardinal Continents in disguise,

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

Dickson nodded and started to pick his nose. "Oh, this feels great. Well, an alchemist can help, but we have a problem. There are ten alchemists who can cultivate pills for the early-stage and middle-stage Transcendent Realm martial artists. It'll get harder from middle-stage to late-stage—only five alchemists are qualified. "For now, only Bern and Deborah have the ability to cultivate pills needed for mastering the Transcendent Realm. Even then, their success rates are dismally low—out of ten attempts, they're lucky if they manage to produce two pills."

Should he have used someone of lower rank? Considering his status, it wouldn't be hard to find someone willing to lay thier life for his cause. "I shouldn’t be thinking this far ahead yet. All I need to hope is that the drug should work the way it should. Avery isn't a normal wolf; she's an Alpha descendant. They also have a strong bloodline so it should work on her." He thought to himself. He sucked in a deep breath; "Just two hours. I need just two hours to be sure. Things are going fine now and I have a good hunch it will last for the remaining two hours. Avery isn't going to die anytime soon." He thought to himself before he shut his eyes.

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.