Ye Xiruo lifted her skirt and walked quietly towards the pool. She herself didn't understand why, even though this was clearly her own place, she felt as guilty as if she were a thief.
Blood-stained clothes lay carelessly on the ground, exuding a pungent stench of blood. Ye Xiruo crouched low, glancing around nervously as she walked, though she knew that besides herself and Xiu Qiyu, there was no other living person in the space.
The man's face was half-covered by his jet-black hair, but the only visible features—his perfect chin and beautifully shaped lips—made Ye Xiruo cover her mouth and widen her eyes, as if she didn't want to miss any of the beautiful sight.
Ye Xiruo is now 200% certain that Xiu Qiyu was definitely in disguise, but she never expected that hidden beneath that ordinary face was such a breathtakingly beautiful one.
Ye Xi dared not continue watching, for it would be too embarrassing if she made a fool of herself.
She turned around quickly, crouched low, lifted her skirt, and prepared to run away. Just as she lifted her right foot, she heard a deep, alluring voice. She stopped in her tracks, turned around, and said with an air of righteous indignation, "Brother Xiu Qi, I've come to see how your injuries are?"
"Are you a doctor?" Xiu Qiyu raised an eyebrow.
Ye Xiruo immediately lowered her head: "No."
Xiu Qiyu chuckled, brushing aside the damp hair from her forehead to reveal her near-perfect face. That fleeting moment of radiance was like countless spring flowers silently blooming before her. That smile possessed an irresistible allure, and Ye Xiruo smiled foolishly.
"Please help me dry my hair!"
Ye Xiruo only saw Xiu Qiyu's mouth moving and didn't hear what he said at all. She immediately rushed over in a daze, picked up the towel from Xiu Qiyu's hand, and by the time she realized what was happening, she was already patting Xiu Qiyu's head all over.
She sat behind Xiu Qiyu and could clearly see his thin shoulders and the still terrifying wound on his back, which had healed.
"Could you tell me what an alchemist is?"
Xiu Qiyu squinted, looking languid. This pool was extremely beneficial to his injuries. He had already recovered one-third of his health, but he estimated that the pool could only help him recover to about half of his original health. The lost essence and blood would need to be slowly replenished or made with rare and precious herbs to make up for it.
"Alchemists, like cultivators, are also divided into several levels, from low-ranking alchemists to first-rank, second-rank, and all the way up to tenth-rank alchemists. Tenth-rank alchemists are also called King-level alchemists. Legend has it that above tenth-rank alchemists are Emperor-level, Saint-level, and God-level alchemists. Currently, there is only one King-level alchemist on the continent, who is also the Supreme Elder of the Pill Hall. There are no more than ten ninth-rank alchemists in total, all of whom are either retainers of a major power or have established their own forces. Seventh-rank and eighth-rank alchemists are extremely rare on the continent." Xiu Qiyu paused deliberately, noticing that Ye Xiruo still didn't react. Had she drifted off into thought?
Why are you asking this?
Ye Xiruo finally came to her senses and met Xiu Qiyu's somewhat mocking face. Her face immediately turned red. Xiu Qiyu's face was really too lethal. The young heartthrobs in her previous life could not compare to him. How could a man look like this? Was Nuwa asleep?
"It's nothing. Since alchemists are so popular, there must be a lot of people who want to become alchemists."
"That's natural. Alchemists hold a high position on the continent. The Pill Hall, one of the Six Halls, was established for alchemists. And alchemists themselves are not to be offended."
"Why? They're busy refining pills, so their cultivation level probably isn't very high. If they go out alone, it's easy for an accident to happen." Besides, we can't rule out the possibility that some despicable people might try to cause trouble and then kill us.
Seemingly guessing Ye Xiruo's thoughts, Xiu Qiyu shook his head: "Alchemists usually have martial artists protecting them, who are considered their followers. They have a contract with each other, so naturally they can protect the alchemists. Moreover, the power of a high-level alchemist is beyond your imagination. Under the stimulation of pills, countless martial artists are willing to risk their lives for them."
"And then?" Ye Xiruo felt like her brain was about to stop working.
"An alchemist is also a pharmacist. Can you guarantee that you will never get injured or sick?" Xiu Qiyu smiled.
At this moment, Ye Xiruo could no longer care about being captivated by Xiu Qiyu's beauty. After hearing Xiu Qiyu's introduction, her mind was in turmoil. Thinking of what the system had said—that she must become an alchemist—and the basic alchemy technique and the pile of medicinal seeds in her sea of consciousness, Ye Xiruo felt as if she had missed something.
How can one become an alchemist?
“Most alchemists are trained through their sect’s inheritance, but some succeed on their own. What, you want to become an alchemist?” Xiu Qiyu was about to laugh when he suddenly remembered Ye Xiruo’s superior wood-attribute spiritual root and her special true qi, and his expression immediately became serious. Then he took out a milky-white stone from his spatial ring and handed it to Ye Xiruo: “Place your hand on it and input your true qi.”
As Ye Xiruo held the cold stone, she felt a cool sensation instantly travel through her body, absorbing all her true energy in the process.
Xiu Qiyu saw that the milky white stone was interwoven with seven-colored light, reflecting on Ye Xiruo's face, which was beautiful and magnificent.
“A seven-colored soul.” Xiu Qiyu blurted out, his face showing undisguised shock.
"What?" Ye Xiruo's face turned pale again. Her true energy had been drained, and all she wanted to do now was lie down and get a good night's sleep.
"A seven-colored soul is a superior soul. At the very least, you will become a ninth-grade alchemist." Xiu Qiyu's tone was very certain, with a hint of envy.
There's no way around it; talent is predetermined, and Ye Xiruo's luck is truly heaven-defying. There are no more than twenty people on the entire continent with a superior-grade soul, and even the lowest-ranking among them is an eighth-grade alchemist, only that was because he suffered an internal injury from being ambushed in his early years, making further progress difficult.
"Oh, Ye Xiruo's reaction was very calm. The mysterious system was right after all. She will definitely become an alchemist, and may even have the opportunity to become the number one alchemist on the continent."
Xiu Qiyu had also calmed down by now. Shouldn't most people be overjoyed to hear this news? Ye Xiruo's reaction was a bit strange.
"A seven-colored soul, this is just potential. When will it become real strength?" Ye Xiruo looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, her expression melancholy.
If an outsider saw that expression, they would definitely want to punch him. So Xiu Qiyu twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "It's okay, you're still young."
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