Just as his cultivation recovered to the Enlightenment Stage, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Yang Chen stirred slightly, his divine soul sensing the disturbance. He smiled. "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and the one who entered was none other than Ye Shan.
The moment Ye Shan entered, just as he was about to speak, his sensitive nose suddenly twitched. Frowning, he said, "What is going on? Such a rich medicinal fragrance is overflowing everywhere. Daoist Friend Yang Chen, could it be that you know alchemy as well?"
Only then did Yang Chen remember. He had nearly forgotten that after refining the pills just now, their fragrance was still lingering in the air. He had not dealt with it, and Ye Shan's sharp nose had caught it.
Yang Chen could only tell the truth. "Mm, I know a little."
Yet Ye Shan secretly found it strange, because this pill fragrance surpassed, rather than fell short of, the fragrances produced by alchemists he knew.
But when he compared it to Yang Chen's young age, Ye Shan could only feel that perhaps he was overthinking things.
At Yang Chen's age, knowing anything about pills was already quite remarkable. To say that his Alchemy techniques were even better than those of the alchemists Ye Shan knew—that was utter nonsense.
There had to be some other factor involved. For example, perhaps the pills Yang Chen refined simply carried a stronger fragrance. Such matters were difficult to judge with certainty.
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Chen immediately asked, "Speaking of which, Brother Ye Shan, you came here today..."
"Ah, it's like this. In a few days, there will be a good opportunity that can help you advance. Quite a few deacons will participate. If you perform well then, you might even rise in