"Holy shit, did I really transmigrate?"
In a quiet room of the Azura Heaven Sect, a young man was checking his own body as if it were his first time seeing it.
"Yes, it’s really me!"
After confirming that these limbs were really his own, Long Feng couldn’t help but exclaim in his heart.
As a die-hard fan of cultivation novels, he should have been happy to see himself in the world of cultivation.
However, after sorting through the new memories in his brain, he really couldn’t become happy.
His name was Long Feng, a twenty-five-year-old young man who possessed somewhat handsome facial features and a well-built body.
But that’s all.
There was nothing good about him except for this much.
His parents had long been lost in an accident. His family had kicked him out not long after that accident and left him to live on his own.
Having no place to live, he began wandering around the Central Region. Not long ago, he heard that the Azura Heaven Sect was holding an admission trial for new outer sect disciples.
As one of the seven great sects in the Central Region, its prestige was immense. Even among the seven great sects, the Azura Heaven Sect ranked near the top and was known for its exceptional pill refining techniques.
He himself possessed the talent to become an Alchemist and came to try his luck. Luckily, he passed their admission trial and became a disciple.
However, his own talent didn’t support his luck and he could only be promoted to an inner disciple.
His alchemy skills had remained at Rank Two Alchemist for the previous six years with no sign of advancing. Because of taking too many pills, his meridians were mostly blocked, causing his cultivation realm to stagnate at the True Spirit Realm.
In this world, the cultivation path was divided into several major realms.
Cultivation Realms divided from low to high is following; Qi Refining, Spirit Condensing, True Spirit, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Life and Death, Void Ascension and some higher realms.
Each realm divided in nine small levels.
Long Feng was currently at the Third Level of the True Spirit Realm, a realm that should have been considered decent for his age.
Unfortunately, compared to the geniuses of Azura Heaven Sect, his cultivation speed was painfully slow.
When he first became a disciple of the Azura Heaven Sect, he was at the Ninth Level of the Qi Refining Realm.
For the last nine years, he could only advance to the Third Level of the True Spirit Realm, while his alchemist rank could only increase by one rank.
It’s not wrong to say that he had no hope of becoming a powerful expert in the future.
"No, it couldn’t be like this." Long Feng, who had just transmigrated to this world, couldn’t accept this future.
As if remembering something, he slapped his own thighs.
"Yes, how could I forget this! Didn’t they say that every transmigrator had their own system? System."
Thinking of his last chance to change his fate, he called for his system in his mind.
"System."
"Hey! Brother System."
"Open the status."
He tried every type of signature line of the transmigrator army to awaken his system in any way.
Finally, just when he was about to lose hope, a mechanical voice came into his mind.
[Activating the System...]
[System loaded successfully...]
[Evil Alchemist System is available in your service.]
Hearing the notification in his mind, Long Feng’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open.
"A system... there really is one!"
After the shock came a surge of wild joy!
However, this joy didn’t last long after he heard his system’s name.
"Evil Alchemist... System? Why is there such a bad name for my system?"
He couldn’t help but mutter strangely in his heart.
[Replying to Host, this system will help you become the strongest evil alchemist under the Heavens.]
"Alchemist is good, but why is there ’evil’? Change this script!"
As far as he remembered, those who transmigrated were heroes of their own stories and destined to become the strongest people in the end.
He thought that his destiny would be the same.
But it wasn’t.
[Sorry, Host. It couldn’t be changed.]
"Fuck your ass! My cheat has a manufacturing defect."
He couldn’t help but pull his own hair. How could his storyline be so different?
"Since it can’t be changed, then let it be. After all, it’s still in my hands whether I become evil or not. Let’s open the starter gift pack or something."
After thinking for a while, he couldn’t help but accept this reality.
[Sorry, Host. There is no such free thing. You have to perform various tasks to gain rewards, and please, don’t expect any free things in the future.]
"Huff..."
Long Feng, who was drinking water to calm his nerves, couldn’t help but spit it out. He didn’t expect such a savage reply from the other side.
"You!!! What type of system are you?"
"Huu... hufff..."
"Okay. Then what type of tasks do I have to perform to gain rewards?"
After waiting for a few moments and receiving no reply, he knew that there was no benefit in arguing with it.
[That’s it. Task analyzing...]
[Task: As a future alchemy overlord, your prestige shouldn’t be low. Show your exceptional alchemy skills in front of others and spread your fame.
Reward: A random type of strange flame.]
A pale blue screen appeared in front of him, showing him the new task.
But reading the text upon it, Long Feng’s fury raged again.
"Exceptional alchemy skills... where are they, you idiot system? Are you deliberately making fun of me?"
[System error... it’s found that the host doesn’t possess any talent to show off in front of others and perform the task.]
[New task modifying...]
Puff—
This time, Long Feng couldn’t control himself anymore and almost released a spray of blood from his nose.
"Fuck you! You bastard, you don’t need to write such things and say them in my mind."
Seeing his system show such text upon the screen, he doubted whether there was someone on the other side deliberately making fun of him.
But to his relief, these texts didn’t show for long. In just a few moments, a new line of text appeared in front of him.
[New Task: Refine the long-lost pill, the Tyrant Blood Yang Pill in front of others and shock the sect.
Reward: A random type of strange flame.]
"But I didn—"
Before he could speak, a surge of information appeared in his mind. These were the detailed pill recipes for the Tyrant Blood Yang Pill.
It took him some time to digest all of the information about the pill. As he opened his eyes, a smile formed upon his lips.
The Tyrant Blood Yang Pill was a rare type of pill that could help a cultivator strengthen their blood and body with vigorous yang energy for some time.
Not only would this be enough to help some old cultivators break through their current realm, but it could also strengthen certain parts of their bodies. This pill recipe was created a few decades ago, and it was very popular among old-aged cultivators.
However, for some reason, this pill recipe and its creator vanished not long after.
He didn’t expect that his system wouldn’t only give him this lost pill recipe but also such a task to perform.
"This is good..." Thinking about the value of such a pill recipe, his previous dull mood improved.
But there was something even rarer than this pill: the reward of a strange flame. If he could get his hands on a special flame, his stagnant alchemist rank could be improved...
However, there was a big problem that he asked his system about.
"But System, I’m only a Rank Two Alchemist, while this Tyrant Blood Yang Pill is a Third Rank Pill. How would I refine this pill?"
Based on the memories in his mind, you had to be at least a Third Rank Alchemist to refine this pill. While his rank...
[You should see your status first.]
"Oh."
Long Feng was slightly surprised by its tone, but not much. Even a status could only show what he was. How could this help with the matter?
"Status."
The next moment, a big blue screen appeared in front of him, showing detailed information about him.
[Status:
Name: Long Feng
Physique: Low Tier Mortal (Blocked Meridians)
Realm: True Spirit Realm, Third Level
Profession: Third Rank Alchemist
Techniques: Scarlet Ember Cultivation Art (Profound Rank, Mid Grade), Blazing Palm (Spirit Rank, Peak Grade), Blazing Shadow Step (Profound Rank, Mid Grade) ]
"Huh? What the... when did I become a Third Rank Alchemist?"
Looking at his own status, his gaze fixed upon the alchemist rank. Seeing his rank as a Third Rank Alchemist, he exclaimed loudly.
He couldn’t understand how his rank had increased without his own knowledge. Or was this system unreliable?
[Host, don’t doubt me. Due to the fusion of the Host’s soul, your soul power has increased. Your alchemy comprehension has consequently broken through the bottleneck.]
Just when his thoughts were going wild, a tense yet mechanical voice came into his mind.
"Oh, that’s why!"
As if seeing through his thoughts, Long Feng could only rub his own nose.
However, finally increasing his own rank after more than six years, he became pleased with his system.
"Since I have to surprise others, then I can only go there."
After sorting out all of his doubts, he finally stood up from his seat and went outside his room. His system wanted him to show off his skills, which couldn’t be possible in this room.
So he made his way towards such a place in his mind.