Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell. He accidentally acquired a painting inhabited by nine souls that claimed to be immortal. Then, the legend of a strong young man who violated heavenly principles against the course of nature began.
Mo Qing Fu was in awe. He stared dumbfoundedly at the youth before him. Everything felt surreal.
How old was he?
How could he already be creating Dans?
It wasn’t even an ordinary Dan, it was a Dan with miraculous effects that cured terminal injuries!
Seeing that Mo Qing Fu had very thoroughly misunderstood this whole situation, Ling Xian laughed bitterly on the inside. At this point, there was nothing he could do but to carry on. "Don’t be so shocked. It is a simple Dan recipe."
"It appears that you do not know the kind of monster you are." Mo Qing Fu chuckled. "Creating a Dan recipe! This is a skill that ordinary alchemists do not possess. Usually, only those above the third-realm are knowledgeable enough to know how medicinal ingredients react with each other and how to take advantage of these reactions. How old are you even? You look younger than me, that’s for sure."
"That’s overshooting it a little. I simply got lucky." Ling Xian grinned lightly.