Alchemy

Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python? Huo Yao's words made Xiao Yan's heart skip a beat, filling him with a bad feeling.

Although his resolute will had allowed him to resist Cailin's temptation and avoid anything happening between them, Xiao Yan still held a special affection for her. At the very least, he considered her a very good friend.

Yao Chen noticed Xiao Yan's unusual gaze and could not help asking, "May I ask, Brother Huo Yao, where was this Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python hunted? And what was its cultivation?"

Huo Yao's brows twitched, but he did not conceal it. "In the Southern Region of the Central Plains. A Dou Sheng... It couldn't have some connection to your Starfall Pavilion, could it?"

Yao Chen shook his head. "A Dou Sheng, huh... Then probably not. I encountered one before, but it was only a Dou Zong, so I asked."

A Dou Sheng... Then it probably wasn't Cailin. Xiao Yan sighed inwardly in relief. He did not believe Cailin could cultivate to the Dou Sheng level in such a short time, even if she was an ancient magical beast like the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python...

Moreover, magical beasts cultivated slowly by nature. The benefits brought by the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python bloodline lay more in its immense potential and high ceiling.

The Medicine Ceremony officially began. Those on stage were all grandmaster alchemists, and they refined pills with calm composure. They tossed large batches of medicinal ingredients into their pill cauldrons, their movements smooth and flowing like art.

Xiao Yan noticed Huo Yao toss a seven-colored Magic Core into his golden Fire Cauldron. However, because of the interference from the aura of the Heavenly Flames, he could not sense it any more clearly.

He hesitated, but in the end, he did not use his