After settling into Lingyun Wufu, Jiang Chen quickly grasped its structure.
Lingyun Wufu was split into two main divisions: the inner palace—home to inner disciples and the core geniuses of the Lingyun List—and the outer palace, where ordinary students trained.
Even the outer palace had its hierarchy.
Bronze Class: Students who came through connections or "special channels." The weakest, least respected group.Silver Class: Those admitted on their own merits—decent talents with room to grow.Gold Class: The cream of the outer palace crop—elite prospects chosen from hundreds of miles around.
Jiang Chen? Naturally, he was branded a Bronze Class nobody, the kind most despised in Lingyun Wufu.
Just as he was reviewing information about the academy, a round, cheerful boy waddled over.
"Brother Jiang Chen! Our Bronze Class has an alchemy class this afternoon. Interested in coming along?"
It was Tang Sheng, Jiang Chen's plump, good-natured roommate—the one who'd helped him settle in.
"Alchemy class?" Jiang Chen's eyes lit up. "Sounds interesting. Lead the way."
The Bronze Class classroom was already packed with nearly a hundred students when they arrived.
Among them—Lin Yang, sulking in the corner.
Lin Yang's eyes lit up with venom the instant he spotted Jiang Chen.
"Well, well, Jiang Chen. You? In an alchemy class?" Lin Yang sneered. "Do you even know what alchemy is?"
Jiang Chen didn't miss a beat. "Even if I didn't, I'd still be better than you."
Then, with a smirk, he added, "Still bitter about this morning? Bring another Body Tempering Pill and we can bet again."
Lin Yang's face twisted like he'd swallowed a fly. He gave a cold snort and turned away, lips pressed tight.
Around them, whispers broke out:
"Who the hell is that kid? He made Lin Yang shut up?""That's Jiang Chen—newcomer. Heard he bet with Lin Yang this morning and actually won a Body Tempering Pill!""Holy crap, no wonder Lin Yang looks like he's chewing glass."
The murmurs died instantly when she walked in.
A stunning woman in her early twenties, draped in white robes, her mere presence commanding silence.
Su Lingxiang.
Once a renowned alchemy prodigy of Lingyun Wufu—now a third-grade alchemist and one of the most respected tutors in the outer palace.
Even the proudest students sat up straight, barely daring to breathe.
Su Lingxiang gracefully approached the podium, her melodic voice cutting through the air.
"Students, you've been at Lingyun Wufu long enough to be familiar with the basics of alchemy. Today, I will personally demonstrate the refinement of the Powerful Pill—a no-grade but highly practical medicine."
With a wave of her slender hand, a one-foot-tall pill furnace appeared on the platform, alongside a neat array of herbs.
"First," she explained, "we raise the furnace temperature evenly. Then, the medicinal ingredients are added in strict sequence. Once fused, we condense the pill at the precise moment of formation. Timing is everything."
Her movements were fluid, elegant, practiced. Fire control. Herb infusion. Condensation.
In mere minutes—a pot of gleaming Powerful Pills rested in her palm.
Ding!You watched a third-grade alchemist refine a Powerful Pill and gained 100 × 100 experience!Ding!Congratulations! You have successfully advanced to a First-Grade Alchemist!
Jiang Chen's mind roared as a flood of alchemical knowledge surged into his consciousness—formulas, furnace control, pill sequences—all perfectly imprinted.
He blinked, stilling his excitement.
I just… watched once… and became a first-grade alchemist?!
Jiang Chen clenched his fist, heart pounding.
This 100-fold cultivation system wasn't just powerful—it was heaven-defying.