An upper first-tier alchemist

The handwriting varied considerably, as though several people had written it.

The topmost line read, "I was the first owner of this cave abode, my Daoist name Qingping. Now, on the eve of my passing, I look back on my life and find that I truly lived as poor as my name foretold, penniless as though washed clean. Even after a lifetime of striving, I failed to reach Foundation Establishment. What a loss, what a regret."

The second line read, "Damn it, Brother Qingping, that Daoist name of yours was no good. If you'd called yourself 'Daoist Wealth,' you might already have reached Foundation Establishment."

The third line's handwriting resembled the second, presumably written by the same person, but the tone was altogether different. "I have exhausted my wealth to purchase another middle-grade Foundation Establishment Pill from Medicine King Valley. Whether I live or die, everything rests on this final gamble...

Wondering whether this predecessor had succeeded, Ji Yuan continued reading.

This line was extremely short.

"I, Feng Zhitáo, reached Foundation Establishment and established my island today. I came here expressly to leave these words!"

Ji Yuan's eyes lit up. Someone who had lived here had actually reached Foundation Establishment. It seemed the house did have some luck attached to it.

There was one final inscription. The writing looked fresh, likely left not long ago.

"I was once a rogue cultivator from the Jin Kingdom. A senior took an interest in me, but I was already eighty when I joined the sect. Twelve anxious years have passed since, and I have accomplished nothing. I fear my end is near.

"I have nothing to leave behind from this life except a record of my alchemical insights, placed in the alchemy room's drawer. I hope it may offer some small assistance to