[Chapter 387 - 388 are both wrong chapters read it again i rewrite it ]
Shengdan City — The Heart of the Alchemy World
Shengdan City, the base camp of Danta.
Today marked a momentous occasion. The once-in-a-century Dan Conference was about to commence, drawing countless alchemists from every corner of the Douqi Continent.
Each champion of past Alchemy Conferences had etched their names into the annals of history. Without exception, they were revered, their value immeasurable. Whoever seized the championship this time would undoubtedly become a legend—a new chapter added to the saga of the Douqi Continent.
"Xiao Yan."
Ye Feng's lips curled into a subtle smile.
After helping Ye Xinlan secure her family's seat among Danta's elders, Ye Feng had not immediately left for the Death Soul Mountain Range. Instead, he chose to remain in Shengdan City, awaiting the grand event—the Dan Conference.
Using his spirit perception, Ye Feng spotted Xiao Yan hidden among the sea of participants.
As expected, Xiao Yan had arrived to compete in this year's Alchemy Conference. Just like in the original timeline.
High atop the platform sat the elders of Danta, observing the growing crowd. All that remained was for the three giants of Danta to appear, and the much-anticipated Dan Conference would begin.
At that moment, thousands of tripods rose in unison, and fires ignited across the plaza—a sea of flames heralding the competition.
"Participating in the Alchemy Conference means you're standing among the continent's elite. It's recognition—proof of your strength," murmured the Little Medical Fairy, her voice tinged with regret. "Just imagining all those cauldrons and flames makes my blood boil. I once wanted to be an alchemist too... but fate made me a poison master instead. Who'd willingly become someone everyone fears?"
In Xiao Yixian's heart, she had always longed to be a pharmacist. But fate had twisted her path, forcing her into the role of a poison master.
"So what if you're a poison master?" Ye Feng said softly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Three parts of every medicine are poison. Poison can harm, yes—but it can also heal."
He paused, then tilted his head.
"Little Medical Fairy, do you want to participate in the Alchemy Conference?"
"Can I?" Her eyes widened with a glimmer of hope.
"Of course you can," Ye Feng said casually. "Anyone can register—as long as they pay the entry fee. They don't care whether you're a pharmacist or a poison master. The judges grade based on two things: the quality of the pill and its intended purpose. Even if your pill is poison-based, if the grade surpasses others, you can still win."
"But… can I really?" Xiao Yixian still hesitated, uncertain of her capabilities.
Ye Feng met her gaze with unwavering confidence. "If I say you can do it, then you can do it."
"But I don't even know how to make pills," she muttered.
Ye Feng chuckled. "And I said it's okay even if you don't."
He gently reached out and tapped her forehead. A soft gray light flowed from his fingertip into Xiao Yixian's mind, carrying with it all the knowledge of refining poison pills below the tenth grade.
Between her brows, ancient runes and alchemical symbols flickered like stardust—countless pill recipes embedded into her memory in an instant.
"These are poison pill formulas," Ye Feng explained. "But I know what you're thinking—without fire or wood spirit roots, you can't ignite flames, right?"
Xiao Yixian looked up at him, eyes shimmering with expectation.
She wanted to change her fate—even if it meant refining poison pills. As long as she could refine pills at all, she would be considered a true alchemist.
Becoming an alchemist required two things.
First, extraordinary spirit perception.
Second, a spiritual root of fire or wood.
Most people were eliminated by these harsh conditions.
Xiao Yixian was a doctor from Qingshan Town. Her spirit perception met the standard. But she had neither a fire nor wood attribute spiritual root—thus, she could never become an alchemist through conventional means.
"If you don't have your own flame…" Ye Feng smiled. "Then use a ready-made one."
With a flick of his wrist, a multicolored flame bloomed in his palm. From this mass of chaos-colored fire, he separated a strand of eerie green flame and let it hover between them.
"This is... poison fire?" Xiao Yixian gasped. "Is this the Netherworld Poison Flame—ranked twentieth on the Heavenly Flame List?"
Ye Feng nodded proudly. "Yes. It's a part of my Emperor Flame."
He stepped closer, eyes gleaming with pride as he explained, "This flame was born in the ancient Netherworld Poison Swamp. Over countless millennia, it absorbed the swamp's miasma—soaked in venom and death. It took a hundred years to form a spirit, and a thousand more to take shape. When fully matured, it glows green and floats like a ghost fire across the marsh. Anyone who touches even a spark is instantly poisoned."
Ye Feng's tone turned serious.
"That's why so few seek it. Most fear it. But they misunderstand the requirements to become an alchemist. You don't need fire and wood spiritual roots if you have beast fire or Heavenly Flame. Your Dou Qi can fuel the flame instead."
He stepped closer.
"Your spirit perception is just shy of mine. But with a ready-made flame, you can still refine pills."
"I'll lend you my Netherworld Poison Flame for now," he said.
"And I'll also give you my Chaos Holy Cauldron."
With a wave, a gray cauldron materialized before them. Its surface pulsed faintly with ancient power.
"This cauldron was forged from the same essence as the Chaos Emperor Flame during the world's creation.."
"Ye Feng… You're so good to me," Xiao Yixian whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't even know how to thank you…"
"Are you… moved enough to kiss me?"
Ye Feng's voice cut through the moment like a blade—wicked, shameless, grinning.
"You…!"
Xiao Yixian flushed scarlet. Her small fists clenched at her sides. She bit her lip, eyes burning with shame and frustration.
Ye Feng smirked and gently stroked his cheek. "If you're really thinking about it, I won't stop you."
Boop.
Something soft brushed against his cheek.
Ye Feng blinked.
His face… was wet.
"…?"
He froze.
A fragrant breeze passed by as Xiao Yixian, now red as a cherry, turned away with determination. She clutched the Netherworld Poison Flame and Chaos Holy Cauldron, heading straight for the Ye family's VIP seat among the five great families of Danta.
"…I was kissed."
Ye Feng stood there, stunned.
His hand slowly touched his cheek.
He stared at Xiao Yixian's departing figure, dazed. After a long silence, he muttered, "She kissed me… She actually kissed me. She must like me… but when did that happen? Why didn't I notice?"
[Chapter 387 - 388 are both wrong chapters read it again i rewrite it ]
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