Dao Rhyme!
Master Alchemist!
The two terms came from the blue-robed woman's lips, each word striking Zhang Ling's heart like a heavy hammer.
She might have been a complete outsider when it came to alchemy, with blowing up furnaces as her specialty, but she was the daughter of an elder in the Law Enforcement Hall. Her knowledge far surpassed that of an ordinary disciple.
She knew very well what the words Dao Rhyme meant.
It was a profound mark that could only be left in one's work after studying a particular path to its utmost limits and resonating with the ultimate truths of heaven and earth!
Forget an Alchemy Canon—even a casually written pill recipe, if it contained Dao Rhyme, would be enough to make alchemists across the Heavenly Profound Continent fight tooth and nail for it!
And Zhou Xuan, who in her eyes was merely a somewhat clever, rather good-looking Chore Disciple, had just casually produced a treasure of this caliber?
Zhou Xuan's heart gave a thump, too.
I miscalculated! If I'd known how valuable it was, I could've given her something else.
He'd only thought that the Ancient Alchemy Canon had been upgraded in quality through Enlightenment, and that its contents were bound to be exquisite.
He'd meant to use it as a goodwill gesture, mend things with Zhang Ling, and pave the way for his future business.
He'd never imagined that the item refined by the system would come with a special effect!
This thing called Dao Rhyme sounded incredibly high-end, far beyond anything he'd expected.
Faced with the blue-robed woman's clear eyes, which seemed able to see right through him, Zhou Xuan's scalp tingled. Yet he kept the same honest, unassuming expression on his face.
"Senior Sister, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."