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Hearing this good news, Duanmu Xing was so excited that his face immediately turned red, like a cooked crayfish.

Duanmu Xing was already more than 120 years old, but his alchemy skills had always been stuck at the middle level of the Mystic Rank. After decades, there was no progress at all.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of asking Lu Zijia, this alchemy genius, eight years ago.

However, he really couldn't let go of that old pride of his, so when he was conflicted about it, Lu Zijia left Delin Country and went to other countries to train.

When he found out that Lu Zijia had left Delin Country, Duanmu Xing was so regretful that his face turned green.

After hearing the rumor that Lu Zijia died, he felt even more regretful.

So, two months ago, when he found out that Lu Zijia had transmigrated, he was so excited that he almost ran to Zhuang Prefectural City to look for her.

Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right. The Imperial City was in a turbulent state. As a member of the royal family and the chief alchemist of the royal family, he had to stay behind to guard and comfort the people.

Otherwise, the entire palace would probably be in chaos once he left.

"Alchemist Xing, let go of me quickly! If you don't let go, my hand will break!" Duanmu Heng, whose arm was held tightly by Duanmu Xing, said with a grimace.

However, Duanmu Xing, who was lost in his thoughts, didn't hear him at all. He still grabbed him tightly.

Duanmu Heng was about to cry. Even though he was now a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was still a mortal after all. He had flesh and blood, and would feel pain!

Just as Duanmu Heng was about to speak again, Duanmu Xing suddenly shook off his hand and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Duanmu Heng, whose arm was already in so much pain that he couldn't feel anything: "…"

That man just kicked him to the curb when he outlived his usefulness. Why did he have to grab him for so long then?

How much hatred was there?

Too much, this was simply too much!

On the other hand, not long after Duanmu Xing left, the news that Lu Zijia would help the royal family nurture a group of Mystic Rank alchemists spread throughout the Imperial City at lightning speed!

However, when the big families in the Imperial City heard this news, they were skeptical.

After all, the concept of self-preservation had already been deeply ingrained in the minds and bodies of high-level techniques masters. Basically, no one would believe that there was really a techniques master who would teach them everything.

However, even if not many people believed it, many people were green with envy towards the royal family's alchemists, and even hoped to replace them.

Regardless of whether Lu Zijia taught them everything, even if they only learned a little, it was enough for them to benefit greatly.

Unfortunately, they weren't members of the royal family. They didn't even have a chance to learn anything.

…

In the huge alchemy room that was specially vacated to teach Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia stood on the stage and looked at the forty to fifty people of all ages below. She couldn't help feeling speechless.

She said she would only choose a few alchemists, but they sent forty to fifty people for her. What was going on?

The forty to fifty people, who were sitting upright like primary school students, couldn't help feeling nervous when Lu Zijia glanced at them, as though they were afraid of making Lu Zijia unhappy.

"Are all of you alchemists of the royal family?" Lu Zijia looked suspicious.

As far as she knew, there were pitifully few alchemists in the entire Delin Country. Even the royal family of Delin Country only had less than twenty alchemists.

But now, forty to fifty people suddenly appeared. Who could tell her what was going on?