Who Will Compete in a Hundred Years of Alchemy?

In this world, there was still someone who poured sword qi into the cauldron!

Jiang Ming, who was trembling all over, looked up and stared at Han Muye.

The sword qi in the cauldron was dense and gentle. It was much stronger than what he had cultivated.

"Young Master, y-you're also refining pills with sword qi?"

Jiang Ming felt his heart pounding.

Sword Qi Alchemy!

This method was not unique to him. There were others like him!

This method really had a chance of success!

As a rogue cultivator, other than the basic cultivation methods and alchemy knowledge that he inherited, he had to figure out the rest himself.

All these years, he was completely wrapped up in his research on alchemy.

He would only refine snow pills in his life.

But the more this was the case, the greater the gap between his alchemy skills and his peers.

Whenever he had a novel idea and talked about it, others would say that he was dreaming.