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Hours had passed since the explosion.
The night was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon. A gentle breeze swept through the air, leaving a lingering chill embraced by the silence.
"Damn it... If my alchemy progressed even half as fast as my cultivation, that would be great," Long Tianyang muttered to himself with a deep sigh. It felt as though all his past efforts had been crushed under an invisible weight. No matter how much he practiced refining pills, his progress paled in comparison to his half-hearted cultivation.
Rising from his cross-legged position, Long Tianyang made his way toward the wooden desk in his room. Several books on herbs and alchemical fundamentals lay atop it, their worn pages a testament to countless hours of use.
"Mother..." he whispered, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. "Back then, I told you I would become the greatest alchemist. But looking at things now… it's far harder than I ever imagined."
His fingers traced the cover of a particular book—the very one his mother had left behind before her passing. He gazed at it, as if searching for strength within its pages.
Long Tianyang's mother, Chao Qingrong, was once renowned as a prodigious alchemist. However, after marrying into the Long family, she had changed her name to Long Qingrong.
A deep sense of longing welled up within him, but before sorrow could fully take hold, he straightened his back, gripping the book firmly.
"I have to do this… No matter what."
The tranquil night slipped away, giving way to the first light of dawn. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting golden hues across the cold stone floor. Long Tianyang opened his eyes. The familiar meditation posture had long been his anchor. He turned to face the rising sun, its warm glow reflecting in his determined gaze. The doubts from the previous night seemed to have never existed.
"Alright! Today, I'll make it work!"
With both hands, he stretched skyward before giving his cheeks a firm slap—an act of self-reassurance. It was as if he were drawing strength from within, sharpening his focus and steeling his resolve. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly before striding out of his room, eyes fixed ahead, as if a path had already been laid before him.
His destination was the alchemy chamber.
As Long Tianyang walked through the courtyard, he spotted Long Tianli and Wang Hu sitting at a large wooden table. Their expressions were calm, enjoying the morning's quiet. Long Tianli held a steaming cup of tea, while Wang Hu smiled, absorbed in a game of Go. The faint sound of tea being sipped echoed in the air.
Seeing them, Long Tianyang approached.
"Father! Uncle Wang!" he called out, breaking the morning's stillness. Both men turned toward him as he drew closer.
Long Tianli's gaze was steady as he asked, "Tianyang, where are you headed?"
Long Tianyang glanced at them before replying plainly, "I was on my way to the alchemy chamber. But when I saw you both, I thought I'd stop by."
Wang Hu raised an eyebrow. "Young Master, did you just say… the alchemy chamber?"
"Uh… yeah," Long Tianyang answered casually.
Long Tianli chuckled, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in his tone. "Wasn't it you who destroyed it?"
"Haha… right. So, where should I train now?" Long Tianyang replied without a hint of remorse, completely unfazed by his father's half-smiling, half-scolding expression.
"You! Hmph. Forget it. The cauldrons you had are all gone now. Even if you had a chamber, you wouldn't be able to refine anything." Long Tianli sighed in frustration.
Long Tianyang smirked. "That explosion… I'd say it was the cauldron's fault."
"You dare say that?!" Long Tianli's voice rose in irritation. Yet, despite his annoyance, he couldn't bring himself to dampen his son's ambitions.
"If I had a proper cauldron, there wouldn't be any explosions. And I'd succeed!" Long Tianyang declared confidently.
Hearing this, Long Tianli studied his son for a moment before speaking in a measured tone. "Are you certain? If you had a high-quality cauldron, would you truly refine a pill to completion?"
"Absolutely, Father!" Long Tianyang's voice brimmed with conviction.
A small, knowing smile formed on Long Tianli's lips as he retrieved a ring from his sleeve.
"Then take this."
The moment Wang Hu saw the ring, his expression changed. He immediately stood up, as if to object, but before he could say anything, Long Tianli raised a hand, signaling him to remain silent. Wang Hu hesitated but eventually sat back down, his face still full of concern.
Noticing this reaction, Long Tianyang turned to his father, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Father, this ring…"
Long Tianli met his gaze with a solemn expression. His voice was calm but carried a deep weight.
"It belonged to your mother. Inside, you'll find many things an alchemist needs. Among them—an advanced-tier cauldron."
Long Tianyang's breath caught in his throat.
He had never expected his mother to leave behind something so precious. The weight of her legacy, the realization of how much she had prepared for him, struck him harder than any words could. A whirlwind of emotions surged through him—joy, sorrow, and a longing so deep it made his chest tighten. Clenching his fists, he fought back the sting in his eyes.
Long Tianli's voice softened. "Tianyang, she left this for you. It may be a little early, but if it helps you succeed… I'm sure she would be proud."
"Thank you, Father!" Long Tianyang wiped his eyes and took the ring with slightly trembling hands. His gratitude was deep, his resolve unshaken.
Without another word, he turned and dashed off, searching for a place to refine his next pill. His heart burned with a newfound determination, his mother's legacy guiding his steps.
This time… he would not fail.