"Wait, an alchemist?" Qiao Lan quickly caught on. A moment later, an unprecedented excitement surged through her. She had just said she wanted to follow Lu Xiaotian, and he hadn't refused—instead, he had agreed. Qiao Lan had already been quite content with that. But seeing Lu Xiaotian immediately fire up the furnace and begin alchemy made her suddenly realize: he was refining a Blood-Replenishing, Flesh-Regrowing, Bone-Mending Pill. Rumor had it that this spirit pill was even harder to refine than a Nascent Soul Formation Pill. Even grandmaster alchemists rarely dared attempt it.
If Lu Xiaotian was so confident about refining this pill, didn't that mean he was at least a top-tier grandmaster alchemist? Or perhaps even a great master of alchemy?
A great master of alchemy? The thought startled Qiao Lan. She wasn't surprised at all that Lu Xiaotian would eventually advance to become a great cultivator. Given his current realm, combat strength, and the many years of life he still had ahead of him, advancing to that level wouldn't be difficult. But there were even fewer great masters of alchemy than great cultivators.
"Judging by the situation, even if he hasn't reached that level, he can't be far from it. Doesn't that mean my Ascendant Origin Key Pill is practically assured?"
Qiao Lan felt an immense joy fill her heart. Just moments earlier, before Lu Xiaotian arrived, she had thought her life hung by a thread and worried over her injuries. But since his arrival, not only had he solved the problem of treating her wounds, he had also resolved the question of her future advancement.
The contrast between before and after was so stark that "through bitter hardship, sweet fortune" hardly did the situation justice. Even if she had the Haoyuan Key Grass, she would still need to