[First person in the copy, third person in the text]
My name is Song Yaoyao, and I am the new junior sister of Danding Sect.
On the day I entered the temple, the Great Elder refined the Bodhi Golden Elixir for ninety-nine and eighty-one days and came out of the furnace. It was a high-quality product that could only be seen in a hundred years.
The second elder attracted the Nine Heavens Pill Thunder for the first time and tempered the earth-level pills to the heaven-level quality.
The three elders combined the human elixir into one, and wrote down the elixir theory that has been passed down through the ages...
From then on, I became the favorite of the Danding Sect.
The elders unanimously believe that I am an alchemy genius blessed by heaven and will definitely become a pillar of the sect.
Until the first alchemy class, I blew up the alchemy furnace in the expectant eyes of all the elders and classmates.
Everyone said that God, God, opened a door for me and closed a window for me.
I am a mascot who helps others refine elixirs, but I cannot refine an ordinary foundation-building elixir myself.
I don't believe in evil. The more I get frustrated, the more courage I get.
Gradually, everyone in the Danding Sect became accustomed to the sound of furnace explosions that could be heard from time to time in the sect.
Fortunately, the sect is generous and doesn't mind the thousands of alchemy furnaces I blew up.
As long as I stand next to the elders for a quarter of an hour while they are making alchemy, I will be reimbursed for the purchase cost of the new alchemy furnace.
Later, when my fellow disciples left for training, I accompanied them as a mascot.
When I was unexpectedly attacked by a beast horde, I exploded again.
The beast tide turned into a barbecue buffet.
I actually became the strength ceiling of the Alchemy Sect.
Whenever my fellow sect members go out to experience the sect, they all try their best to bring me with them.
But I really don't want to fight and kill.
I just want to practice some elixirs quietly, why is it so difficult?
Intention: Everyone has his own ambitions