Morning.
With a bang, a huge sound came out.
Hu Jiuling sighed.
"It's the eighth time! Brother Qingxuan, what is he refining? He has exploded the furnace eight times!"
Xiao Heng looked towards Qingxuan's room, his expression somewhat heavy.
They all knew something about Qingxuan's past.
Once.
The reputation of Qingxuan as a genius alchemist echoed throughout the Mystic Sky Spirit Realm, and various major sects threw olive branches at the Qing Family.
He was truly a once-in-a-century talent.
But then came a twist of fate.
He fell from the summit to the valley.
The following ten years were a struggle.
But in these ten years, Qingxuan never gave up striving.
Xiao Heng often saw Qingxuan painstakingly researching alchemy skills, although he couldn't practice them, theoretically, he pushed his research to the extreme.
Now, with his cultivation fully restored, Qingxuan's alchemy skills should be better than before.
But that's not the case.
