Don’t Mess with That Alchemist, His Master Is Hongmeng

Everyone in the Three Realms knows that a half-blood fox immortal of the lowest rank lives in the alchemy workshop by the Southern Heavenly Gate.

His fur is mottled, his birth humble, and he spends his days tending the medicine furnace.

Before the Peach Banquet, the immortal wine he had spent a hundred years brewing was casually poured into the Celestial River by a minor immortal serving a Star Lord. The immortals gathered around, laughing as they watched him kneel in grief by the river, utterly humiliated.

The wine awakened the Primordial Ancestor, who had been sleeping at the river's bottom.

No one could have imagined that the down-and-out ancestor would wipe his mouth, clap the young fox on the shoulder, and say, “Kid, this wine is excellent. From today on, you are my one and only direct disciple.”

And so,

when the Immortal Emperor's legitimate son came to bully him again, the ancestor yawned, and stars fell from the heavens.

When the Demon Venerable led an army to their doorstep, the ancestor rolled his eyes, and the entire Demonic Realm sank three inches.

When the ancient demon clan's ancestor broke free of his seal, the ancestor scratched his ear. “What a racket.”

Then he slapped the demon clan's sacred grounds all the way to the edge of the universe.

Only when evil gods from beyond the realms invaded, the Heavenly Dao shattered, and the Three Realms trembled did the alchemist immortal who had always been bullied finally step out from behind the ancestor.

Nine tails towered behind him, purple-gold patterns of mist lit up the ages, and in his palm rested a medicine cauldron that had refined the power of the Guixu.

The Primordial Ancestor's lazy voice rang throughout the Three Realms:

“Allow me to introduce my disciple.”

“Anyone who dares touch his pills again...”

“I'll pull out their immortal bones and stew them for soup.”