As spring passed and autumn came, three years slipped by in the blink of an eye. In the alchemy room, Han Changming sat cross-legged on a cushion. Before him, a cyan alchemy furnace was engulfed in roaring flames, and bottles and jars lay scattered nearby. Han Zhangxiang, Han Daozhen, and Han Changlu sat to one side without saying a word.
Han Zhangxiang looked grave, Han Daozhen wore an approving expression, and Han Changlu looked envious.
Before long, Han Changming put out the fire and opened the furnace lid.
Han Zhangxiang darted over to the furnace. Inside lay thirteen pale cyan pills. He picked one up and tossed it into his mouth, his eyes lighting up.
"Excellent! Daozhen, you weren't exaggerating. Heaven has blessed our Han Clan. Changming, you truly are the Han Clan's pride and joy," Han Zhangxiang said excitedly.
In just three years, Han Changming had gone from a complete novice to a first-tier, mid-grade alchemist. In the Han Clan's history, no one had ever progressed so quickly.
To cultivate a first-tier, mid-grade alchemist in just three years was something probably only the cultivation sects could manage.
The Han Clan had made its name as a clan of artifact refiners, and it had produced plenty of second-tier artifact refiners. But it had never produced a second-tier alchemist. Clan leaders throughout the generations had all hoped to cultivate one, but none had succeeded. Han Zhangxiang saw hope in Han Changming.
"You flatter me, Clan Leader. I owe everything to Ninth Granduncle's careful guidance and the clan's support. I wouldn't be where I am today without them," Han Changming said humbly.
No one else knew, but he did: without the Spirit Water made by the Taiyi Spirit-Transforming Gourd, he would be, at best, a first-tier, low-grade alchemist.
He diluted the Spirit