Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 220: Su Ming accepts the challenge and preaches the Dao of Alchemy

Ji Tianxing, Jiang Yuan, and the others exchanged glances, not expecting things to develop to this point.

When their gazes fell upon Han Xuanji, who had remained calm and composed as if all disputes had nothing to do with him, their expressions became even more complex and difficult to decipher.

Jiang Yuan now knew that Han Xuanji had already been accepted as a Personal Disciple by Yunmiao Xianjun, the Purple Firmament Peak Lord.

The gap between the two of them was widening even further.

Han Xuanji glanced at Su Ming, who was brimming with Battle Intent beside him, and shook his head slightly, but did not say anything more, remaining calm and unperturbed.

His current Alchemy Cultivation, compared to these people, to be honest…

was a pure waste of time, like a bully picking on someone smaller.

One must know, he possessed the [Alchemy Saint Hand] Trait, coupled with his Master Yunmiao Xianjun’s Alchemy experience.

Let alone comparing with this generation’s Disciples, even the Disciples and Elders of the previous generations, or even several generations ago, would be no match.

But that would inevitably attract a lot of attention, which was not the result he wanted.

The fame and rewards he would gain were also irrelevant to him.

Most importantly, Purple Firmament Peak had many Geniuses, and he didn’t need to turn the tide and act as a savior to rescue a declining Legacy…

This was something a Child of Luck should do, and it had nothing to do with him!

However, Su Ming standing up for him was somewhat unexpected, but also within reason.

This kid was also someone who valued loyalty and righteousness.

Ji Tianxing’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly; he felt that Zhao Yuan’s action was too impulsive and a bit thoughtless.

But since things had come to this, he could not say much more, only his estimation of the always-silent Han Xuanji quietly rose a few points in his heart.

This person either truly possessed a foundation and pattern far beyond ordinary people, disdaining such false fame.

Or…

he was terrifyingly profound.

Jiang Yuan, on the other hand, looked at the spirited Su Ming, then at the uncertain Zhao Yuan, and finally his gaze fell on the unperturbed Han Xuanji, feeling that this Senior Brother Han was enveloped in a layer of impenetrable mist.

Every time he saw him, it seemed to refresh his understanding.

He had once thought of acting like Han Xuanji, but in the end, he gave up.

Li Qianluo and the other Disciples had various thoughts, but without exception, they all deeply remembered the events of today, anticipating a good show during the Grand Competition.

“Since it’s agreed, please make yourselves at home. Senior Brother Han and I still have some things to discuss.”

Su Ming issued a dismissal, his tone returning to calm, yet carrying an undeniable meaning.

Zhao Yuan, having achieved his goal, did not wish to stay longer, cupped his hands at Su Ming, then glanced at Han Xuanji with an inscrutable look, and was the first to turn and leave.

Ji Tianxing and the others also bid farewell, and the private room quickly had only Han Xuanji and Su Ming left.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent for a moment.

Outside the window, bamboo shadows swayed, and the sea of clouds unfurled, as if completely isolating the outside world’s disturbances.

Su Ming then looked at Han Xuanji, a wry smile appearing on his face:

“Senior Brother, was I… impulsive?”

“It seems I caused you trouble.”

“Your Dao should not be swayed by such trivial matters.”

“Senior Brother, rest assured, for me, Alchemy is also Cultivation.”

Han Xuanji’s gaze retracted from the window and fell on Su Ming, saying faintly:

“Very well, anyway, you’re the one on stage then.”

“Even if you lose, it’s not a big deal, but you should indeed diligently Cultivate Alchemy during this time; don’t lose too badly then.”

“Senior Brother means…”

Su Ming’s spirits lifted upon hearing this, and a flash of understanding passed through his eyes.

“The Holy Forest Peak’s ‘Holy Wood Nurturing Immortal Art’ excels at nourishing and stimulating, and indeed has unique advantages in Alchemy, especially skilled at refining Medicinal Pills that require nurturing their spirituality.”

Han Xuanji’s tone was calm, as if stating a simple fact,

“Its weakness lies in its excessive pursuit of the ‘generation’ essence, sometimes inevitably becoming too gentle. When encountering Medicinal Pills that require fierce decisiveness and intense Yin and Yang changes to be perfected, or when an opponent uses absolutely sharp force to break its circulation of vitality, it will be at a disadvantage.”

With just a few words, he directly pointed out the core strengths and weaknesses of the Holy Forest Peak’s Legacy, as if he had long seen through it all.

Su Ming’s eyes lit up as he listened, as if enlightened, and he quickly asked:

“Then, Senior Brother, how should I respond?”

Han Xuanji did not directly answer the method, but instead asked:

“To which turn have you Cultivated your ‘Purple Firmament Pill Fire Art’?”

“It has reached the Third Turn, Purple Qi Realm!”

Su Ming answered with a slight hint of pride; this was already a quite good achievement.

“Not enough.”

Han Xuanji shook his head slightly,

“The Purple Firmament Pill Fire, its nature is not purely Yang and scorching; it places more emphasis on ‘breaking evil’ and ‘generating life’. If you can Cultivate it to the Fifth Turn, ‘Purple Qi from the East’ realm, and draw a trace of Innate Purple Qi into the fire, then with both hardness and softness, endlessly regenerating, you can calmly handle all kinds of changes in Alchemy.”

“Fifth Turn… Purple Qi from the East?”

Su Ming murmured to himself.

Han Xuanji seemed to be thoroughly familiar with these Alchemy techniques; just a few words had benefited him greatly.

This insight and knowledge were simply unfathomable.

“Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!”

Su Ming bowed solemnly again, his admiration for Han Xuanji deepening another layer in his heart.

Han Xuanji then said:

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back. We can discuss any problems later.”

“Master and the Senior Brothers will definitely guide you too.”

“Senior Brother, take care!”

Su Ming quickly saw him off.

After bidding farewell to Su Ming, Han Xuanji stood up and slowly walked downstairs.

The clamor downstairs had subsided considerably, but many gazes still fell subtly on him, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

Han Xuanji ignored them and walked straight out.

Just as he was about to step out of the main entrance of the “Hundred Flavors Immortal Brew Workshop,” a middle-aged Cultivator who seemed to have extraordinary Cultivation quickly walked around, a smile on his face, and blocked his path.

“Little brother, please wait!”

Han Xuanji paused, his gaze calmly fixed on him.