Refining Elixirs of Social Death: I Am the God of Medicine in America

His cultivation was abolished by his sect and thrown into the garbage dump of Yingjiang Kingdom. Fortunately, it is bound to the [Relying on Tucao System for Refining Alchemy]... Using half a bottle of wind oil to refine the Death Pill, the gang boss cried and confessed his love on the spot after eating it. Vampire nobles squatted all night long to watch my live broadcast, begging to be ranked number one. The Alchemy Council sent people to plot against him, but I fired a barrage of fireworks that killed the entire West Coast community. The sect's spies were chasing me. I squatted on the rooftop opposite and ate spicy noodles and broadcast live: "You guys go look for me, I'm filming a movie here." The road to going against the odds overseas all depends on one mouth. The harsher the scolding, the stronger the effect of the elixir. When they received the "false alarm" report... I'm ready to go back to my country to settle things.