I Rely on Alchemy to Prolong My Life

Lin Fen bore the stigma of being a traitor's son. His cultivation was crippled, and he clung to life in the sect.

At the end of his rope, he obtained a black seal and awakened the [Myriad Dao Furnace]: it could devour cultivation, spirit pills, techniques, anything at all, and refine it.

But this heaven-defying golden finger came at a price: the more he devoured, the more fiercely the demonic flames devoured him in turn. He would surely die within seven days!

The only antidote was a pill he refined with his own hands.

So while others cultivated by meditating, Lin Fen cultivated by frantically refining and taking pills.

Others refined pills to sell them. Lin Fen refined pills to stay alive.

"One batch every three days, each batch buys me another day."

To get his father out of death row and drag his enemy down from the heights of the Pill Hall, Lin Fen embarked on his pill-chugging path to turning his life around.

His enemies sneered, "What future could a cripple have in alchemy?"

Then Lin Fen swallowed a batch of ninth-grade divine pills and shattered the sect gates with one punch.

"Sorry, I'm just too tough to kill. If you can't wait me out, I'll refine every last one of you."