As the wheels of fate turned, Lu Chen, the scion of an ancient alchemist family, found himself bound by his dying father’s final wish. Having grown up with only his father by his side, he couldn't bear to refuse, yet deep within, he swore to exact revenge. Lu Chen: “If only… if only you had taken the Nine-Turn Spirit Pill instead of trading it for my marriage—a union I would rather die than consummate.” Lu Yuan: “Don’t be stubborn, Chen… I pass on with the hope that you will continue the Lu family line… though, sadly, I won’t live to see that day.” This marked the beginning of Lu Chen’s journey, destined to rise as the future Pill Emperor. ———— Unknown to Lu Chen, somewhere in the higher heavens, a woman suddenly appeared drifting, her very movement causing the world to bend. She had long, jet-black hair and wore a spotless white robe, cinched at the waist with a silk sash that accentuated her graceful figure. No matter how hard one tried, it was impossible to see her face clearly. It wasn’t concealed by a veil or any such thing; instead, her features seemed to exude an ethereal, dreamlike aura. Her delicate visage remained just beyond reach, as though her true appearance existed only in the realm of dreams. With the air of a celestial being, the woman’s lips curled into a faint smile as she murmured softly, "Lu Chen, my future husband… It seems I must heed my master’s words and descend into the mortal world. Scion of the Pill Emperor, do not disappoint this Zhang Niangniang…”