"Kill the Alchemist!"
"Kill the Alchemist!"
"Kill the Alchemist!"
Voices rose high, filled with fervor.
By the time Qingxuan came to his senses, he was already hanging above the city gate.
The entire city of cultivators was staring at him with hatred!
They were angry.
They were hateful.
They wished they could take his life.
Everything before him was so real.
Qingxuan felt disoriented for a moment, and suddenly, a memory surged into his mind.
This memory told him.
He was a gifted Alchemist, but in this world, Alchemists were deemed heretical. All cultivators believed that the existence of Alchemists would lead to the downfall of the entire world.
Qingxuan didn't understand.
Why must Alchemists be bad?
Thus.
He secretly practiced the Alchemy Technique. He was extremely cautious at first, and no one noticed anything wrong.
But then, when he saw someone tormented by illness, he couldn't bear it and helped them, using Alchemy to cure their disease.
