Returning to his stone house, Luo Chen held the golden pill delicately between his thumb and forefinger, studying it with a thoughtful gaze. Encircling its surface was a faint but unmistakable cloud-like pattern.0

His understanding of pills and their grades had started with the inheritance of his predecessor, an old cultivator who had perished in a mountain cave. That cultivator hadn't been a disciple of any renowned sect. A rogue alchemist from the Medicine King Domain, he had barely qualified as an outer disciple of the Medicine King Sect due to his passable alchemy skills—his situation not so different from Fu Xiuxiu's. 0

But unlike her, he  failed to achieve Foundation Establishment, nor had he obtained the eternal youth scripture or the advanced chapters of the Medicine King Codex. As time wore on, he was relegated to menial duties in the sect, until eventually, he met his end alone in a remote mountain cave in Yuan Zhao Nation.0

Yet, in his death,...0