"Ninth Granduncle, you flatter me. I'm not as exceptional as you say."
Han Changming replied modestly. He knew his own limits. Han Changlu had studied alchemy under Han Daozhen for many years. Though he had not become one of the clan members the family prioritized for cultivation, his alchemy skills were still beyond Han Changming's reach—not at least for now.
Han Daozhen waved a hand. "There's no need for modest words. The clan leader has already told me. Starting today, I'll teach you alchemy. But if you lack the talent, don't stubbornly beat your head against a wall. Quite a few people in our clan want to learn alchemy, but few succeed. You should be prepared for that."
The Han Clan had passed down its craft of artifact refining for generations, and alchemists had always been few in number. The path of alchemy required guidance from a renowned master. The Han Clan was only a small family—where could they find such a master? It was already quite an achievement for them to have nurtured several first-tier alchemists.
"The clan leader already told me. I understand, Granduncle." Han Changming readily agreed.
Han Daozhen nodded. "Starting today, you'll live at Hundred Spirit Hall, and I'll teach you alchemy. We'll begin with the basics. I'll teach for three days, then you'll have seven days off. The clan leader said your cultivation mustn't be delayed. Spend more time cultivating, and don't be like your Ninth Granduncle. If I'd listened to advice back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
At the end, regret appeared on Han Daozhen's face. Back then, he had been too stubborn and refused to listen to anyone. As a result, he had missed the best age to establish his foundation. Even after taking a Foundation Establishment Pill, he had