The Tantric Alchemist Novels & Stories

In a trance, he could feel that the power of this palm was not under the punch of Zephyr Khan. "Bang..." Zephyr Khan suddenly waved his fist and violently collided with the palm print of the tiger. For a moment, a sharp air blast burst out! The palm print tried to shatter the fist Focus, and the golden light instantly became as bright as the scorching sun. "Buzz!" Hierarch Skycloud lived up to his reputation as an Alchemy practitioner. According to Zephyr Khan's judgement, he'd at least reached the fourth level of Alchemy. Such a realm gap was huge!

High-Rank power frequently fought over such an alchemist to win him or her over in their forces. Alchemists or Alchemy Masters are cultivators in the cultivation world with a profession in medicines and creating pills. They are all highly respected and valued people in the cultivation world because of their ability to create pills that could significantly assist others whether it'd be their health or cultivation. However, not everybody can become an Alchemist as they wish. Just like cultivation, one must be born with the talent to become an Alchemist, as they are required to memorize the countless numbers of plants and medicines that exist in this world. It is said that only one in 100,000 p

Charlie curled his lips and said, “I’m not a member of the Taoist Sect, let alone a Taoism master.” Caden was very surprised. “You… You’re not from the Taoist Sect?! But… But the art of alchemy is the untold secret of the Taoist Sect! If you can refine a divine pill such as the Rejuvenating Pill, you must have a deep understanding of the Taoist Sect. How can you not be a member of the Taoist Sect?”

The odalisque whispered to him what was required all but in discretion for if the Caliphate hears of this surely all of them would be killed. The alchemist straightened up as though it were the first time he did for he had always been studying about the elements of the world and longed to be in the outside world in search of his materials but could only send someone to procure these materials from the books he read and searched for solutions to problems that plagued the Caliphate. He was an apothecary upon himself and could create magnificent salves for every ailment the Caliphate suffered. For this, he requested that he be given a library of books for him to study the inner workings of the

The warriors on the spectator stand all felt both interested and strange looking at the stage. It was like their own territory had been invaded. Alchemists always say that they were noble. Whether it was how they talked or did things, they insisted on setting themselves apart from regular warriors. Furthermore, alchemists were incredibly rare in the Whirling World. High-grade alchemists were treasures among treasures. The Whirling World only opened once every five hundred and thirty years. Each time it opened, many valuable materials would be available. To quickly improve themselves, the warriors needed to get alchemists to refine the materials into pills.

Clearly, the gap between the two sides was huge. "Divine Transcendence and the Alchemy period indeed has a difference of one realm; a gap between heaven and earth!" Aunt Rockefeller whispered to Alex, "We have to resort to other means!" At this moment, Guilherme communicated with Alex using his consciousness, "Young Master, you don't have to worry. Torres's art of refining stiffness is derived from the Blessed Corpse Mantra inherited from the Immortal Doctor. It is easy for you to break him." "What? How do I break it?"

"Omniscient Harmony" is capable of accommodating diverse traits and facilitating their transformation during use! An exceptional foundational talent for alchemists, particularly for those with grand ambitions and extraordinary aptitudes, For alchemists nurtured by the great forces of the Star Realm, the first sub-ability they seek is undoubtedly Omniscient Harmony. In certain circles of advanced alchemists, possessing the Omniscient Harmony talent serves as a crucial criterion for evaluating one's origins and potential, profoundly influencing how other alchemists perceive and treat you.

EMBER’S POV She takes both my hands in her small dry ink-stained ones, and grips them hard, and looks up into my face with something burning in her pale eyes that was not there a minute ago. Awe. Plain, naked awe. “The first thing,” she says quietly. “The first thing you learn in this trade is the detail. Two leaves can look exactly the same to the whole world. One of them heals you. The other stops your heart. And the only difference between them is a single vein on the underside, so small you’d never find it unless someone taught you where to look.” Her grip tightens. “To an outsider, my husband’s three cups were one and the same. Three black rims, all alike. But a true alchemist does not

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

“In it, we learn how to concoct potions that can heal injuries in hours, not days. We devote our minds to inventing health supplements such as the Ocean Lizard-grappling Elixir, the Ki Detoxifier and the Twelve Meridian Balancer; even the mythical Xian Serum. It’s no wonder some Gym-nins turn into Brew-nins. “Our External Alchemy is different from the internal healing or Divine Spark of the Storks and the herbology and toxicology of the Chthonians in the south. Surprisingly enough, it was the first ever collaborative work between us and the Salamanders. The Salamanders have their siege-engines, demolition bombs, mines and their relentless quest for the Philosopher’s Stone that would transfor