Our Nine Netherworld Python Clan Will Henceforth Be Officially Renamed the Divine Nuwa Clan! (Double-length chapter)

"What are your... impressions of Yao Chen?"

In the Nine Netherworld Python Clan's territory.

Atop a tower.

The Old Lord's figure was ethereal as he leisurely posed the question.

"Hmm... Yao Chen has a good character and is worth befriending. We might not be master and disciple, but becoming close friends despite our age difference would be nice."

After a long silence, Xiao Yan smiled.

"Indeed. That is why I granted him an opportunity. As for how he walks his path from here, that will depend on his choices."

After a moment's silence, the Old Lord stroked his beard. "Have you chosen to continue participating in the Pill Tower Alchemist Tournament?"

"Yes."

Xiao Yan nodded.

"From the very beginning, I have never formally taught you anything about alchemy. But today..." The Old Lord lightly flicked his fly whisk. In an instant, they seemed to enter another world, filled with ink-wash landscapes. Xiao Yan looked around in astonishment, feeling as though he had entered a two-dimensional world. This was his first time seeing the Old Lord use such an ability.

"We must not disturb the outside world. There may be quite a commotion." The Old Lord smiled.

"Qi Fire is the commoner fire of the bladder, and Essence Fire originates from kidney fire. The Divine Fire you alone still lack, however, comes from your heart..."

The fly whisk waved gently and tapped Xiao Yan between the brows.

Xiao Yan immediately felt a scorching restlessness spread from deep within his heart. His entire body itched unbearably, as though ants were gnawing at him. He could not help wanting to scratch, but a sharp admonition from the Old Lord steadied his mind.

Left with no choice, he sat cross-legged.

Only after several hours did the burning sensation gradually subside. When Xiao Yan sank