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Feeling restless after a period of quiet, Zhao Li decided to go for a stroll. Along the way, he encountered many familiar faces who greeted him.
Zhao Li responded to each of them. He held a certain respect for these people who were dedicated to research, willing to share their knowledge, and mentor the younger generation.
If they hadn't been willing to share, where would Zhao Li have found opportunities to "borrow" from them? Over the past two and a half years, Zhao Li had gained quite a lot of good things from them.
Zhao Li was walking through the Pavilion, thinking about how pleasant everyone in the Little Pill Tower was to talk to, each one a talented individual.
Lost in thought, Zhao Li turned a corner on a staircase when an old man with entirely white hair and beard approached him and extended an invitation:
"Little Zhao, it's my turn to oversee the Alchemist Trade Fair today. If you're not busy, want to come take a look?"
After his identity was revealed two years ago, although the two Presidents didn't make it public, when he met the conditions to enter the Little Pill Tower, he learned that he had to register his name. This was a recognition of his Alchemy Technique, so in the end, Zhao Li chose to register his real name.
As for his appearance, Zhao Li wasn't foolish. He still maintained his disguise, the same ordinary middle-aged look – in these two years, Zhao Li had aged considerably.
Zhao Li felt he had nothing better to do and thought a stroll wouldn't hurt. Besides, the Alchemist Trade Fair occasionally had quite a few good things.
For instance, the Mysterious Iron Piece – in these two years, combined with what the Primordial Spirit Tribe left behind, Zhao Li had finally unraveled the secret of the Mysterious Iron Piece: a secret technique called Spirit Forging.
It was a method similar to the Nine Revolutions of a Dou Venerate, constantly refining Dou Qi. After two years of tempering, the quality of Zhao Li's Dou Qi might even be comparable to that of a Half-Saint.
The gains of these years flashed through his mind. Zhao Li nodded, accepting the old man's invitation:
"How could I refuse an invitation from Old Huang!"
The main reason, of course, was that the old man was a good person, Huang Wen, a Ninth Grade Alchemist Great Grandmaster. Over the past two years, he was the one Zhao Li had "borrowed" from the most.
But their relationship was like Zhou Yu and Huang Gai – one willing to beat, the other willing to be beaten. He was also very happy seeing Zhao Li's rapid progress.
"Going now?"
Seeing that it was still early, Zhao Li asked.
"Yes, let's go ahead and take a look."
Old Huang nodded. As he spoke, the two of them headed towards the Alchemist Trade Fair.
The Alchemist Trade Fair was held every six months, with an Elder from the Little Pill Tower secretly overseeing it each time.
In the past two and a half years, Zhao Li had only attended three times, but each time he was able to trade for many valuable Medicinal Ingredients.
They strolled along, familiar with the route. With their Realm of Returning to Simplicity, not many people paid them attention.
On the first and second floors, although there were many people, there were very few truly good items. Zhao Li only managed to acquire a few Medicinal Ingredients he needed.
With their current Realm, ordinary items were indeed difficult to catch their eye. They didn't linger and went up to the Third Floor.
"Huh? Little Yao? He's back?"
Just as they entered the Third Floor and walked a few steps, Old Huang let out a soft exclamation.
Zhao Li followed his gaze and saw a young man with entirely white hair, yet incredibly handsome, appear in his line of sight.
Seeing this appearance, which was clearly contradictory but strangely harmonious on the young man, Zhao Li's heart stirred. Combined with Old Huang's slightly bewildered "Little Yao" just now, a name leaped into his mind.
Yao Chen!
Old Huang seemed a bit uncertain and walked closer. Zhao Li followed discreetly.
Zhao Li looked at the young man, who wore a loose, light purple robe. By his appearance, he seemed to be only around twenty years old, but his eyes revealed a sense of world-weariness that had seen through everything, as well as a faint hint of stubbornness. He didn't know what he was fixated on.
"Little Yao?"
Old Huang called out again, uncertainly. The young man looked up, a little bewildered. Seeing Old Huang, joy appeared on his face:
"Old Huang! What are you doing here?"
"It really is you! How did you end up looking like this?"
Old Huang confirmed Yao Chen's identity, pointing to his young age yet completely white hair, which was almost as white as his own. Curious, he asked.
Yao Chen shook his head upon hearing this. He didn't know what had happened either.
He had just slept and woke up with white hair.
A few years ago, he had traveled outside, searching for Heavenly Flames. He had traversed the continent and accidentally learned about a Heavenly Flame in the Godfall Ice Plain, so he rushed over.
He had waited there for a long time. The Heavenly Flame erupted, and he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he had become like this.
He just felt as if something important had been forgotten in the Godfall Ice Plain.
Zhao Li looked at the handsome white-haired young man in front of him, a surge of excitement rising in his heart:
"A living Old Yao!"
After being reborn on the Dou Qi Continent for over twenty years, he had finally met a character who occupied a large portion of the Original Work.
The feeling of a character from a novel appearing alive before him was incredibly interesting to Zhao Li.
Old Huang, who was beside him, seemed to sense Zhao Li's mood. He turned his body slightly so that Yao Chen could see Zhao Li and introduced him:
"This is Zhao Li, a member of the Little Pill Tower, a Ninth Grade Alchemist Great Grandmaster."
Although Zhao Li was almost killed by the Black Demonic Lightning, as long as he could refine Treasure Pills, there were plenty of strong individuals who could help him withstand the Pill Lightning. Being considered an Alchemist Great Grandmaster was not an issue.
After introducing Zhao Li to Yao Chen, he pointed to Yao Chen and said:
"This is Yao Chen, the most talented junior in the Pill Tower. It's been several years since we last met, perhaps he can already refine Eighth Grade Pills now?"
Old Huang sounded a bit uncertain when he mentioned Yao Chen.
Hearing this, Zhao Li stepped forward and said sincerely,
"Yao Chen, I've long admired your name!"
Yao Chen was a little surprised. While he knew he was somewhat famous in the Pill Tower, it wasn't enough to warrant such seriousness from a Ninth Grade Great Grandmaster. So, he just assumed Zhao Li was flattering him.
When Old Huang introduced him earlier, Yao Chen had caught the key point – Zhao Li, a Ninth Grade Alchemist Great Grandmaster.
He carefully examined the person before him. He looked only about forty years old, yet had already reached the Ninth Grade. This talent was truly frightening.
Thinking this, a spark of light appeared in Yao Chen's eyes, and a surge of ambition rose in his heart.
What others could achieve, he could certainly achieve as well.
Father, Mother, I will definitely engrave both of your names on the clan's Stone Tablet.
Unconsciously, he clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them. Facing Zhao Li, he cupped his hands and bowed:
"Greetings, Senior Zhao Li. I hope you won't hesitate to offer guidance in the future."
He was also a disciple of the Little Pill Tower now.
Yao Chen's respect brought a strange feeling to Zhao Li's heart.
When reading novels in his previous life, as the plot progressed and Old Yao's secrets were gradually revealed, his image became complete, and Zhao Li quite liked the character.
However, the future teacher of a Dou Di was currently still just a young man in his prime.
"You're too kind. Learning has no order, we're just discussing things together."
Zhao Li smiled. Old Huang, standing nearby, nodded secretly. Zhao Li's character, which had principles, didn't put on airs, and was willing to share, greatly pleased him. This was also the main reason he was willing to teach this young man.
After the two met, Old Huang asked about Yao Chen's situation over the past few years.
Yao Chen also generally spoke about his experiences during these years. There wasn't much to say, as they were all spent on the Godfall Ice Plain:
"I was lucky, I managed to survive and come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Li knew that he had already obtained the Bone Chilling Flame, which was ranked eleventh on the Heavenly Flame Ranking.
Thinking of the Heavenly Flame, Zhao Li wanted to see it. Just as he was about to speak, someone nearby asked a question. It turned out someone happened to have what Yao Chen was looking for and wanted to trade with him.
Old Huang waved his hand and asked Yao Chen with a smile,
"You've come back at this time, you must be here for the Pill Convention, right? You go ahead and get busy, we'll look around and talk more when we get back to the Pill Tower."
Yao Chen nodded. He had decided to start by winning the Pill Convention championship, gaining fame throughout the continent, and taking the first step towards returning to the Medicine Clan.
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