Ye Qingge, an apprentice in alchemy, woke up and traveled through the world of immortality with his soul. He became an outcast son of a "genius" with the same name and surname, whose spiritual roots were destroyed, all his cultivation was lost, and he was expelled from the sect. There are hypocritical teachers in front of him who are pressing every step of the way, and there are vicious classmates in the back who are adding insult to injury, and they bear the blood feud for the mysterious death of the original owner. Ye Qingge looked at the half-broken "Secret Records of the Alchemy Cauldron" and a leaky thatched house in his hand, and smiled. Can't practice? Erysipelas in the body? No problem. The best elixirs are like jelly beans, and thunder and calamity from heaven come to temper the body. The alchemy furnace in her left hand refines the universe, and the silver needle in her right hand determines life and death. Until one day, the saint son of the sect who once looked down upon her blocked her in the alchemy room with red eyes: "Qingge, I was wrong, come back with me." Ye Qingge slowly wiped the silver needle in his hand, raised his eyes to the Demon Lord who had been standing on the top of the clouds for some time, with dark eyes: "Ask him." The Demon Lord lowered his eyes, and his voice was gentle but made the world change color: "Are you worthy of snatching my people?"
