A Good Romance
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On Ling Han's forehead, multiple veins popped out.
He felt incredibly uncomfortable all over.
The Black Murderous Curse had activated!
It would activate once a year. Though the normal time had not yet been reached, Ling Han had spent a great deal of his time in the Time Cultivation Chamber, and added with this time, the time limit of a year had already arrived.
Because he, too, had not expected that, caught off guard, Ling Han would directly lose control, causing the cauldron to explode.
Now, he was not in the mood to care. He only knew that he was curled up on the ground, resisting that indescribable pain.
Old Demon Blood Shadow was certain that Ling Han would definitely obediently work for him. That was naturally reasonable, because this pain was really incomparably bone-piercing, surpassing all of Ling Han's experiences in the past.
Ling Han gritted his teeth, resisting with all his might.
He possessed great willpower, and did not yield under such pain. Instead, he sat up cross-legged, and directly resisted the Black Murderous Curse.
Not only did he want to become a monarch tier, he also wanted to become an invincible overlord among monarch tiers. Thus, no matter what aspect, he had to achieve perfection.
Talent, willpower, hard work, not a single one could be lacking.
On his body, multiple black veins appeared. That was the Black Murderous Curse activating, wreaking havoc in Ling Han's body.
There was one point that Old Demon Blood Shadow had deceived Ling Han, and that was that when the Black Murderous Curse fully activated, the pain that Ling Han would suffer would not be more than this. However, once the Black Murderous Curse activated, it would not stop. Instead, it would torment Ling Han for as long as 10,000 years, and only then would it end his life.
Saying that it would be 10,000 times more painful when it really activated was only a threat to Ling Han, making him do his best.
Cold sweat poured down Ling Han's forehead, but aside from the fact that he was unprepared at the start, and released a scream, he did not make another sound after that.
He gritted his teeth tightly, observing the circulation of the Black Murderous Curse.
It should be known that this was planted by an Ascending Origin Tier elite, so it inevitably contained his dao. However, ordinary people could not possibly analyze it, and would have long since been tortured to the point of screaming in pain, so how could they have the mood to pay attention?
Ling Han had great willpower. He was observing the circulation of the Black Murderous Curse. Then, as long as his strength reached a certain level, he would be able to dissolve the Black Murderous Curse.
If he could avoid death once, of course he didn't want to die.
This kind of torture lasted for an entire day and night. Ling Han wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, only to feel that his clothes were drenched in sweat. His spirit was very dispirited, but the toughness of his soul was a little stronger.
A smile appeared on his face. Old Demon Blood Shadow would never have thought that not only would this Black Murderous Curse not hasten his death, it would instead have the effect of tempering his spirit.
However, Ling Han had no intention of thanking the old man.
As long as he had enough strength, he would definitely chop off this old dog's head.
He rested for more than ten days before picking himself up and continuing to refine pills.
Under the acceleration of time, two months' time passed in the blink of an eye. Ling Han's expression was slightly agitated, and he suddenly roared. Pa, pa, pa, he struck out three consecutive palm strikes on the alchemy furnace. The alchemy furnace instantly shattered, but this time, it was not an explosion. Rather, it had really been destroyed by Ling Han's palm strikes.
Three alchemical pills danced in the air as if they had grown wings, flying around in the sky, but because this was a sealed space, they could not possibly escape no matter what.
Ling Han laughed, and made a grabbing motion in the air. Three alchemical pills landed in his palm.
Pill form.
This was called the Purple Moon Soul Suppressing Pill, a one-star Celestial pill that was used by Severing Mundane Tiers. Its use was to suppress one's spirit.
When cultivating, cultivators would comprehend great dao, but great dao was boundless, so how could it be easily comprehended? It was very possible that it would turn the tables on them, causing them to lose themselves in great dao. This Purple Moon Soul Suppressing Pill could suppress one's spirit, so they would not lose themselves.
Because the ratio of celestial medicine used was different, as well as the level of alchemy, the Purple Moon Soul Suppressing Pill was also divided into grades, which were low grade, middle grade, high grade, and supreme grade.
"These three Purple Moon Soul Suppressing Pills of mine should be classified as middle grade." Ling Han made his evaluation. This was not an exaggeration, it was indeed so.
"To be able to reach middle grade on my first attempt, I am indeed impressive." This time, he was a little smug.
However, in reality, this was Ling Han's second attempt at pill formation. It was just that when he was about to succeed the first time, he was "ambushed" by the Black Murderous Curse. However, the experience that he needed to accumulate was still accumulated, and this time, his spirit had become even stronger.
Hence, there was a reason why a pill formed once was middle grade.
Ling Han used his spirit as a knife, and branded a "Han" character on the alchemical pill.
Every alchemist would leave a mark on their proudest work. Though this couldn't be considered Ling Han's proudest work, it was the first cauldron of Celestial pills that he had concocted. Moreover, he had really spent a very, very long time on it.
This was worth remembering.
Because the deadline of ten days had not yet passed, Ling Han simply concocted another cauldron of Purple Moon Soul Suppressing Pills, but this time, the quality did not increase, reaching high grade. It was still middle grade.
Even if he was the Alchemy Emperor, it was impossible for him to reach the heavens in a single step.
He exited the cultivation chamber, and returned to where Lu Xianming was. At this time, at least a dozen forces had sent out representatives, and were waiting for him.
Some wanted to take him as a disciple, and some wanted him as a son-in-law. In short, they all showed great sincerity, wanting to make him one of their own.
Ling Han refused all of them. What a joke, wasn't this looking down on him? His goal was to become the future ruler of Alchemy City!
Seeing Ling Han refuse them one after another, Lu Xianming thought that Ling Han was doing this for his own sake, and was naturally very satisfied.
Ling Han made some inquiries. If one wanted to become an alchemist of Alchemy City, they had to go to the Alchemist Hall to take an examination.
The first step was to become a low-level apprentice, then a middle-level apprentice, then a high-level apprentice, and only then would one be qualified to take the examination for an alchemist.
The requirement for a high-level apprentice was to be able to concoct Level 20 Divine Pills, and above that would be a One-Star Alchemist, which was very reasonable.
Ling Han gave an 'oh'. Actually, he could have become a high-level apprentice from the very beginning, but he had thought that he would only be able to knock on the doors of Alchemy City after becoming a One-Star Alchemist. He had really thought too much.
However, that was fine. He could directly make his debut as a One-Star Alchemist now, which would be even more awesome.
He ran to the Alchemist Hall to take the examination.
This time, he really kept a very low profile, and wholeheartedly wanted to gain the status of an alchemist. Thus, he did not even ask the Empress and the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Maiden to come along. If he could still cause trouble like this, then it really wasn't his fault.
There were no delays on the way, and Ling Han very soon arrived at the Alchemist Hall. This was an incredibly grand and solemn great hall, occupying an area of as much as 10,000 acres, and was indescribably tall.
This was one of the signboards of Alchemy City. The truly grand Alchemist Hall was on the fifth level, and it was 100 times more magnificent than the fourth level.
Ling Han stood, and raised his head to look up and observe.
All the way up, merely the steps were several hundred meters tall, and they were all paved with fine jade, exuding a faint radiance.
"Ling Han …" A voice rang out. A young man stood on the steps, looking down at Ling Han from above. When he saw Ling Han's gaze move over, he walked down the steps. "I am Ou Kan."
Ou Kan, one of the Holy Sons of Alchemy City.
He was obviously here specifically to stop Ling Han, but why was he doing so?
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