Xiao Yan looked at Lei Jingxiao, feeling it was utterly absurd. Yet seeing the expectant look on Lei Jingxiao's face, he did not even know how to explain it for a moment.
"Jingxiao, you should know that alchemy and cultivation are different. If your Dou Qi attribute is not fire with a trace of wood in it, then you are inherently deficient. You cannot go far down this path."
Xiao Yan had also learned from Xiao Yi Xian that Lei Jingxiao was deeply invested in the Heavenly Secrets Talents Ranking. During the time Xiao Yan had been in seclusion cultivating, Lei Jingxiao had repeatedly thrown himself at the ranking. In the end, he became one of the most outstanding among the many geniuses, even squeezing into the top three in one category.
But he was not, after all, an alchemist, and there were some things he simply did not know how to do. For example, when it came to refining medicinal ingredients, Lei Jingxiao could not control the intensity of his flames at all. More often than not, he would reduce the ingredients to ash in a single burst of fire.
One had to know that challenging the Heavenly Secrets Talents Ranking did not grant people unlimited attempts. Both the organizers and the medicinal ingredients incurred costs. Yet Lei Jingxiao had become an exception. Whenever he wanted to participate, whether it was an event controlled by the Pill Tower or one managed by the Heavenly Secrets Tower, no one showed any intention of stopping him. Especially in the medicinal ingredient refinement events: even though the ingredients Lei Jingxiao had ruined were enough to make many alchemists' hearts ache, the Heavenly Secrets Tower acted as though it had heard nothing and showed no intention of intervening.
Lei Jingxiao's identity was special.