"Kill the Alchemist!"
"Kill the Alchemist!"
"Kill the Alchemist!"
Voices echoed passionately, one after another.
By the time Qingxuan realized what was happening, he was already hanging atop the city gate.
The cultivators filling the city were staring at him with eyes full of hatred!
They were furious.
They were resentful.
They wished nothing more than to take his life.
Everything before his eyes was painfully real.
Qingxuan was dazed for a moment—suddenly, a flood of memories surged into his mind.
Those memories told him—
He was a gifted alchemist, but in this world, alchemists were regarded as heretics. All cultivators believed the existence of alchemists would ruin the entire world.
Qingxuan couldn't understand.
Why must alchemists be so reviled?
So.
He practiced alchemy technique in secret. He was extremely cautious, and in the beginning, nothing seemed amiss to anyone.
