Wuxia Crossover: The Elixir Is Poisonous! Why Call Me an Immortal Alchemist?

He transmigrates into a comprehensive martial arts world and awakens the Divine Alchemy System. Making pills is all it takes to grow stronger.

But whatever the System makes is bound to be a “rip-off.” Every divine pill comes with a tiny little side effect that’s utterly outrageous!

Ninefold Rebirth Pill: Even the dead can come back to life after taking it, but they’ll fall in love with the first creature they see, even if it’s a dog.

Heaven and Earth Creation Pill: Gain sixty years’ worth of cultivation in an instant, but you have to meow every three hours for a year.

Beauty Eternal Pill: Stay eighteen forever, except from then on, at sunrise every day, you’ll randomly turn into an animal for the length of one incense stick.

Perfect Tonic Pill: Instantly restore yourself to peak condition, at the cost of randomly forgetting one of your closest relatives, possibly even yourself.

The martial world is turned upside down:

The supreme martial lord kneels and begs for an antidote: “Immortal Lin! Why did that ‘Invincible Breakthrough Pill’ make me call everyone I see ‘Dad’?”

The demon sect enchantress chases him with a sword: “What happened to the ‘Ice-Skin Jade-Bone Pill’? Now I freeze all over every night at midnight, and you call that a beauty treatment?!”

A leading righteous sect master hides in the latrine and sobs: “That ‘Righteous Vitality Pill’... makes me have diarrhea every time I lie! How am I supposed to keep leading the alliance?!”

Then one day, a royal envoy knocks at his door in the middle of the night: “His Majesty is willing to trade half the empire for a ‘Pill of Immortality’!”

Lin Chen gazes at the freshly brewed pill in his hand, shining with ten thousand rays of rosy light, then glances at the side effect listed by the System: [Take this, and you will live as long as heaven and earth. But your body will gradually turn to deadwood, your consciousness will remain forever, and you will endure ten thousand years of solitude.]

He quietly slips the pill into his sleeve and gives the visitor a professional smile.

“This pill... still needs a tiny little bit of refinement.”

A famous saying of the martial world: Better to storm the King of Hell’s palace than ask Lin Chen for a pill.

But... it really is tempting!