A First-Rank Alchemist, Qing Tan Soaked Like a Drowned Rat

After a brief exchange, Lin Yan quickly cupped his hands and sincerely thanked Yao Lao.

As for Yao Lao, upon hearing Lin Yan's words, he could not help but be taken aback.

He soon regained his composure and said to the Lin Yan before him:

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Then this old man shall accept your gratitude."

He also cupped his hands toward Lin Yan, and as he continued to look at him, the admiration in his eyes became increasingly difficult to conceal.

In his view, this Lin Yan was truly something.

Not only was he gifted with extraordinary talent, but he also possessed a remarkable character.

He was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

When faced with praise, he did not get carried away; instead, he calmly returned the compliment.

Such a temperament was truly rare.

Consequently, without even realizing it himself, Yao Lao found that his estimation of Lin Yan had risen even higher.

Afterward, Lin Yan quickly resumed his alchemy.

Yao Lao continued to act as a mentor, constantly providing guidance from the sidelines.

Although Lin Yan had not formally taken him as a master, Yao Lao held nothing back, teaching him with meticulous care.

This was entirely because Lin Yan had earned Yao Lao's approval; thus, even without the burden of formal rituals, he chose to impart everything he knew.

In this manner, another half-month passed.

During these two weeks, Lin Yan's cultivation did not improve significantly, as he had poured all his energy into alchemy.

In just half a month, Lin Yan had transformed from a complete novice into a First-Grade Alchemist.

Although a First-Grade Alchemist was considered the bottom of the hierarchy, it at least meant he had entered the field.

One had to realize that Lin Yan had achieved this in only half a month.

Even someone like Yao Lao, a rare alchemy genius, had taken several months to go from a novice to an initiate.

It was easy to imagine how full of praise Yao Lao was upon seeing Lin Yan's current achievement.

However, Lin Yan did not intend to cultivate or practice alchemy today.

"What is this, young friend?"

Inside the room, seeing the fishing gear Lin Yan had prepared, a look of confusion appeared in Yao Lao's eyes. He found it unexpected that a cultivation fanatic like Lin Yan would have the leisure to go fishing.

"Hehe, Senior Yao Lao may not know."

"Proper relaxation is actually beneficial to cultivation."

"It is a necessary form of recuperation."

"After a period of intense cultivation, both the body and the mind become exhausted. At such times, it is appropriate to pause, reflect on the past, contemplate life, and find some space to relax; this makes future cultivation even more efficient."

Lin Yan walked toward the river behind the mountain with his fishing rod, speaking to Yao Lao as he went.

"There is logic in your words."

"It seems you have your own unique understanding of cultivation."

Yao Lao agreed with Lin Yan's perspective and accompanied him to the riverbank to fish.

The two soon arrived at the river behind the mountain and cast their lines into the water.

Lin Yan calmed his mind to enjoy the leisure, using the time to contemplate his life.

After several months of struggle, he had finally established a firm foothold in the Lin Clan.

However, knowing the original story, Lin Yan was aware that the Lin Clan would face several major disasters in the future.

Regarding those disasters, Lin Yan knew he would choose to intervene.

People are not made of wood or stone; how could he be without feelings?

When he first transmigrated into the Martial Movement World, Lin Yan had only thought of himself, but after spending so much time with the members of the Lin Clan, he had inevitably developed some attachments.

Therefore, he would help where he could.

Once these matters were settled, Lin Yan also planned to venture out into the world.

After all, Lin Yan was a modern person at heart, and having arrived in this fantasy world, he was indeed interested in exploring.

Furthermore, aside from that, he still had to help Yao Lao reconstruct his physical body, did he not?

Yao Lao treated him with sincerity, so he would naturally repay that kindness.

Drip, drop.

As he was thinking, the sky suddenly shifted from clear to overcast, then began to rain.

A few raindrops landed on Lin Yan's head, and soon the light drizzle turned into a torrential downpour.

"Looks like I need to find a place to take shelter."

Lin Yan said with a hint of regret, picking up his fishing rod and leaving. He quickly found a dilapidated pavilion and stepped inside to escape the rain.

"Young friend, that little girl, she seems to be that Qing Tan from last time?"

Not long after, Yao Lao spoke to Lin Yan.

Shortly after, Lin Yan noticed that Qing Tan, who had been drenched to the bone by the heavy rain, had also run into the pavilion to seek shelter.

As always, Qing Tan was carrying a bamboo basket, searching for medicinal herbs in the back mountains.

After all, ever since Lin Xiao had been crippled, he had moved away from the Lin Clan to live in the back mountains. They lacked a steady source of income, so Qing Tan had to frequently forage for herbs to treat Lin Xiao.

Her luck had been poor today; seeing the weather was nice, she hadn't brought an umbrella, only for the rain to start suddenly.

"Brother Lin Yan? Why are you here too?"

Walking into the pavilion, Qing Tan was pleasantly surprised to see Lin Yan. It had been a long time since they last parted ways, and meeting him here now made her quite happy.

"Well, I came out to fish, but then it started raining."

Lin Yan pointed to the fishing rod tossed on the ground and spoke to Qing Tan.

Seeing her looking like a drowned rat, he quickly ushered her inside, then took off his own dry outer garment and handed it to her. "If you don't mind, put this on."

"Yours is completely soaked, and since you don't practice cultivation, your constitution is weak and you'll easily catch a cold."

Qing Tan was stunned for a moment; after all, by removing his garment, Lin Yan naturally revealed his torso.

However, due to his training in the Eight Extremities Collapse, Lin Yan's body was tempered to be exceptionally strong. His muscles were well-defined and filled with masculine vigor, which made Qing Tan's lips go dry as she couldn't help but stare.

She didn't lose her composure entirely, though. After stealing a few glances, she suppressed her racing heart and finally looked away.

She agreed, setting down her basket, but said to Lin Yan with a hint of shyness, "Brother Lin Yan, could you... turn around a bit?"

Lin Yan nodded in agreement. "Of course."

He turned around with great integrity, not being the type of person to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position.

Qing Tan had been watching him cautiously at first, but after realizing he truly had no such intentions, she felt much more at ease and quickly changed into the clothes.

"All right, Brother Lin Yan, thank you."

Lin Yan smiled without saying much and began piling up some dry firewood he found inside the pavilion.

With a flick of his finger, a burst of fire-attribute Yuan Power ignited the wood instantly.

"Come over here. It's raining, and the weather is a bit cold."

Lin Yan said to Qing Tan.

Qing Tan was extremely shocked at the sight.

After all, Lin Yan was using methods from the Dou Qi Continent, and the martial artists here, at least in the early stages, lacked such precise control over their Yuan Power. This was the first time Qing Tan had ever witnessed such a feat.

With wide eyes and an open mouth, Qing Tan couldn't help but say to Lin Yan, "Brother Lin Yan, you're amazing! How can you control fire?"