Han Yu's understanding was solid. His theory was sound. His herb sense had grown, and his Soul Qi cultivation gave him the perception and mental clarity needed for long hours of work.
But his fire control…
He looked down at his fingers, the faint glow of Spirit Qi dancing along them.
He needed a flame.
A real one. A Spirit Flame of his own.
That would be the next step. After the exam, if he passed, he would find the materials. Or maybe… maybe he could coax Li Mei into showing him how to refine one.
But that was later.
For now, he would prepare.
Three more weeks. Three more weeks to sharpen his knowledge, reinforce his foundations, and take his first true step onto the Path of the Alchemist.
A slow grin crept across his lips.
He had already walked the path of a liar, a thief, a qi cultivator and even a Soul Cultivator.
Now it was time to walk this one too.
The three weeks passed in a blur of herbs, diagrams, and dense scrolls filled with alchemical formulas.
