An Eighth-Rank High-Level Alchemist at Twenty, and a Dou Zun Too? Elder Zhu Li Was Stunned

Void Space, Eastern Dragon Island.

Heavy, dark torrents of spatial turbulence churned ceaselessly outside the barrier, while the enormous island floated silently in these forgotten depths.

With a thunderous crash, the restrictions on the secluded chamber lifted, and its stone door rumbled open.

Zi Yan strode out with her purple hair tied in twin ponytails. She wiped the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, then threw back her head and shouted,

"Hei Qing! Big Black Guy! Where the hell have you gone?"

"I'm practically starving flat!"

Her clear voice echoed through the palace corridors.

Hearing the commotion, Hei Qing, who had been guarding outside, hurried around from a side hall, his massive frame making the floor tiles thud beneath his feet.

"Little Ancestor, you're finally out!"

Hei Qing rubbed his fan-sized hands together and hurried up to her.

"Did your seclusion go smoothly?"

Zi Yan rolled her eyes and planted both hands on her hips.

"Don't even mention it. Sitting in that rotten stone room every day, my bones were about to rust! Those old geezers kept forcing me to absorb some dragon qi all day long. It was driving me mad!"

"Cut the chatter. You went outside a few days ago—don't think I don't know!"

"I told you to ask Lu Heng for something tasty. Where is it? If you came back empty-handed, I'm pulling out every last hair of your beard today!"

Hei Qing shrank his neck.

"How could I forget your rations, Little Ancestor? Don't you trust me to get things done?"

He reached back and slapped his Storage Ring, and light flashed repeatedly.

A host of jade bottles appeared before Zi Yan.

Zi Yan sniffed.

The jade bottles had yet to be opened, but an intensely sweet fragrance and medicinal potency were