Wen Xu always felt that when Shi Yijian had come to Yonglu Mountain's encampment and delivered that alchemy manual, there had been some deeper meaning behind it.
"Wen Xu-Xu, what are you thinking about so intently?" Bian Chunchou was already back at full health. As for consolidating his cultivation, that could wait until he got out alive. Though he was a thousand times, a hundred times dissatisfied with the appearance of his Nascent Soul, what else could he do, throw it away? He could only keep living.
Looking on the bright side, at least it was not some elementary school student holding a beaker and an alcohol lamp. Otherwise, he would have died of shame and indignation.
"I was thinking about how to get out of here." Wen Xu looked up at him. "Congratulations on advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm, Chunchou."
"Hehe, lucky, purely lucky. After the fifth bolt of Tribulation Lightning struck, I thought I'd failed. I figured that even if my realm fell in the end, I still had to fight to stay alive."
"Who would have thought that once the Tribulation Lightning stopped, a tiny Nascent Soul would actually appear in my Dantian on its own?" Moreover, that chemistry textbook contained a wisp of lightning tribulation power. Though it was not much, it was already enough to intimidate the water and fire spiritual energy that had once been at odds with each other.
This could be considered a blessing in disguise. Bian Chunchou could not help glancing again at the tiny Nascent Soul in his Dantian. It looked exactly like him, its eyes shut as it wore a red-and-blue high school uniform. Upon closer inspection, the red and blue colors slowly flowed, clearly the most fundamental water and fire power within his body.
Perhaps because he