Lin Chen spent three years tending the fire in the Qingyun Sect’s alchemy room, and took a beating for three years. Everyone said he was a worthless good-for-nothing with no spiritual roots. Then, in a pile of discarded materials behind the mountain, he found a black alchemy token. A remnant soul that had slept for a thousand years awakened in his mind.
“You’re not a good-for-nothing. Someone sealed your spiritual roots with an ancient forbidden art.”
The Alchemy Venerable Xuanyuanzi, the greatest alchemist in the cultivation world a thousand years ago, had been ambushed, leaving a wisp of his soul sealed inside the token. He told Lin Chen: “Your spiritual roots belong to a congenital Dao body, a rarity once in a thousand years. Your hands were made for alchemy. If you learn from me, one day you’ll stand at the pinnacle of this world.”
Lin Chen didn’t believe in reaching the pinnacle. He believed in just one thing: getting stronger. Strong enough to break the seal, strong enough to protect the people he cared about, strong enough to never have to live on his knees again.
He tended the fire by day and refined pills by night. He scavenged herbs from the discard pile and used a broken clay pot as an alchemy furnace. His first attempt at alchemy produced a finished pill. His medicines began quietly circulating through the outer sect market. From Foundation-Nourishing Pills to Foundation Establishment Pills, from first-tier to high-tier, every one had connoisseurs scrambling to get their hands on it.
As he sold more and more pills and his cultivation grew, his troubles multiplied too. The alchemy room supervisor set his sights on him, and outer sect disciples started investigating his identity. When danger closed in, Lin Chen didn’t choose to fight head-on. He ran.
With a mastery of alchemy and a heart full of defiance, he fled the Qingyun Sect and headed north to Blackwind City. This chaotic city, crowded with rogue cultivators, would be where he began his rise. There, no one cared about your background. They only cared about what you could put on the table. And what Lin Chen had in abundance was pills.
A man who crawled out of the furnace ashes.
Well written and innovative. It seems that the life experience of the male protagonist has not been mentioned. The following is a jumping-off point.
I hope to get honest comments from everyone, and the author will continue to create better works.