Yao Tian transmigrated and became the first person in the Yao Clan in millennia to possess a divine-grade bloodline.
At fourteen, he was a Five-Star Dou Huang and a seventh-grade alchemist: the standard setup for a chosen protagonist.
System? None. Golden finger? None. An old master? Not a chance.
His only advantage was knowing the plot: in about three years, Xiao Yan would be cast aside by his fiancee and receive the support of Yao Lao; more than a decade later would come the Yao Clan's pharmacopoeia, the clan's last moment of glory.
Then the Hun Clan's slaughter would begin, and not a soul would be spared across the vast Medicine Realm.
Looking at the clan's men, young and old, whose alchemy surpassed the other seven clans but who were "stupid, incompetent, and full of themselves," Yao Tian silently clenched his fists.
An unstable foundation? He'd use eighth-grade pill tribulations as a hammer and rebuild the whole place from the ground up!
Yao Chen, who had been cast out, would be brought back. Xiao Yan hadn't risen yet, so Yao Tian would beat him up first.
In this life, the Yao Clan's pharmacopoeia wouldn't be a memorial service. It would be a grand celebration of their rise.
Come on author
Not wise…