An Elite Strikes

Bright lights replaced the dark skies.

Lin Fan had been diligently cultivating. Regarding pill cultivation, he felt that he was pretty talented. As for crafting weapons, he too did not feel that he was weaker than anyone out there. Seemed like he was truly a genius in crafting both pills and weapons.

Regarding the recent events, Lin Fan did not put it to heart. After all, being gifted attracted the envy of many.

At this moment, Lin Fan pinched a Biggra in his left hand and a strand of herb in his right.

"Fusion…"

Tossing both of them into the furnace, it buzzed and produced clouds of smoke.

‘Ding...pill cultivation failed’

Lin Fan shook his head helplessly. This was his 37th attempt, but none of them had succeeded.

Lin Fan had great hopes for Biggra, because he felt that it possessed immense potential.

It does not boost cultivation level nor does it harm one’s body, but yet it’s able to bring about boundless happiness and joy.