Path of Alchemy Mastery-Chapter 1 Mu Family’s Good-for-Nothing

When the first rays of dawn lit Zimu Cliff, Mu Can ended a night of grueling cultivation and slowly opened his eyes.

He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and slightly sensed the spiritual power within his body.

Yet, he discovered that the substantial spiritual power cultivated throughout the night had, as always, vanished without a trace from his body.

"Sigh." Mu Can let out a sigh, stood up, and walked to the edge of Zimu Cliff, gazing at the newly risen sun on the horizon, his eyes filled with bitterness.

Three years ago, during an expedition at the Immortal Ancient Academy, Mu Can, touted as the academy's most brilliant new student, fell from Eagle Cliff and was severely injured.

When he woke up, he found that he had lost a great deal of his cultivation, and strangely, no matter how he cultivated, the spiritual energy he generated would vanish within his body.

Even the full efforts of the Immortal Ancient Academy could not identify the cause, leading Mu Can to eventually leave the academy and return to the Mu Family.

From heaven to hell, the former prodigy had become the laughingstock of the Mu Family.

In these three years, the pressure Mu Can withstood was unimaginable. In that time, Mu Can's strength plummeted from that of a Martial Arts Sect to a mere martial master, tumbling down two major ranks.

Though the smaller powers within the family did not dare openly criticize Mu Can due to his father Mu Zi Ang's influence, the snickering and discussions behind his back never ceased.

Mu Can knew that silencing these petty people was simple; if he could regain his former genius, everything, including his revenge, would naturally follow. In these three years, he has never forgotten everything that happened at the Immortal Ancient Academy.

But, was all of this really that easy? Even Mu Can himself did not know the answer.

"Brother Mu Can, come down the mountain with me for breakfast."

A crisp voice, like that of an oriole, came from behind him as a figure, seemingly elfin, appeared on Zimu Cliff.

Seeing this figure, the somewhat disheartened Mu Can felt a bit happier.

Throughout these three years, it was the woman before him who had consistently stayed by his side, encouraging him, allowing Mu Can to harbor a sliver of solace in his heart among the hatred.

"Qingyi, you're here?" Mu Can's lips slightly curved upwards as he spoke with a smile.

"Brother Mu Can, you really did it again, enduring a night of strenuous cultivation. Pay attention to your body, come, let's go have breakfast together."

Like a playful little rabbit, Qingyi bounced over to Mu Can's side, affectionately hooking his arm and pulling him towards the mountain path.

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"Slow down, slow down, don't trip." The breeze blew, a strand of Qingyi's hair lightly touched Mu Can's face. Smelling her distinctive scent, Mu Can's face reddened, then he gently brushed the mischievous strand of hair behind her ear, subtly withdrawing his arm.

He had feelings for Qingyi, but he had never confronted his emotions head-on, believing that a man who had lost so much was incapable of providing her happiness.

Nevertheless, because of his weakened strength, he dared not express his feelings to her.

"Hey, isn't that the Mu family's number one talent? Spent another night at it? Was it useless as usual?" Mu Can hadn't even left the mountain cliff when an annoying voice reached him.

Another voice chimed in, "Right, the great genius has turned into a great fool, why bother cultivating at all? My family needs someone to clean the toilets; why don't you just do that? I'll pay you well."

Two young men, dressed in the Mu family's direct lineage attire, swaggered up arm-in-arm towards them.

"Brother Mu Can, let's go, let's not pay them any attention," Qingyi quickly pulled Mu Can to one side, attempting to avoid the two approaching men.

"Hey, it really is the number one genius, wasted another night, huh? Ha ha." A young man clothed in an extravagant white robe mocked with laughter.

The two youths, Mu Chen and Mu Xing, had been seizing every opportunity to mock Mu Can since he lost a great portion of his cultivation.

Before Mu Can had left the Mu family to study, these individuals, relying on their status in the direct lineage, had behaved atrociously and harbored resentment towards Mu Can after being reprimanded by him a few times.

Thus, after Mu Can lost much of his cultivation, they often harassed him, as if this satisfied them spiritually.

Normally, due to Mu Can's father Mu Zi Ang's presence, they had been somewhat restrained, but Mu Zi Ang had been in Jue Ming Valley for over three months, with rumors suggesting that he had already died there.

"You damn dog, still not convinced, are you? Now your father ventured deep into Jue Ming Valley for your sake, and I bet he's dead by now. Does anyone in the Mu Family still able to help you?" Watching Mu Can silently staring at them, Mu Xing raised his eyebrows and taunted loudly.

"Shut your mouths," Mu Can squeezed out the words fiercely through his clenched teeth, looking at the two who previously didn't even dare speak in his presence, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging.

Once the proud son of heaven, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? His tightly clenched fists and gritted teeth were clear indicators of the raging fury in Mu Can's heart.

"Still daring to talk back? Really think you are still the top figure of the Mu Family? You're just asking for a beating," Mu Chen and Mu Xing were here today just to pick a fight, hoping to teach Mu Can a lesson.

"What exactly do you want? Keep this up and I'll report you to our ancestor," Qingyi stepped forward to shield Mu Can when she saw she couldn't hold him back, and she yelled at the two men.

"Hahaha, report to the ancestor? The ancestor has been in seclusion for over three years, do you think he would care about this trash? Oh right, and you, do you really like this piece of trash so much? Wait till tomorrow, I will ask father for your hand in marriage, maybe you'll be my lovely wife then. Don't worry, I'll make sure you desire Heaven and dread Hell every day."

Mu Chen said with a vile laugh, regarding the famously beautiful woman of their clan; if he hadn't been unsure about Qingyi's background before, he would have made his move already.

"You're the trash, it's not too late for you to leave now, or I won't be polite anymore." Qingyi had already been infuriated by Mu Chen's words, her chest heaving with rapid breaths as her eyebrows nearly stood on end with anger.

Mu Can also couldn't suppress his anger any longer at Mu Chen's words. Seeing the woman he liked being humiliated in front of him...

if he didn't take action, then he would be no different from a non-man.

Mu Can slowly raised his head, his cold eyes emotionless, his red eyes staring intensely at Mu Chen and Mu Xing.

"Still not convinced? You're trash, let me give you a way out. Crawl from between my legs today, and give Qingyi obediently to me. If the master is in a good mood, he might even spare you. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving Zimu Cliff today."

Seeing Mu Can's bloodshot eyes, Mu Chen inexplicably felt a chill and took a step back.

Feeling like he lost face, he fiercely stepped forward again, glaring at Mu Can and said harshly.

However, inside, he felt a weird sense of pleasure; humiliating Mu Can brought him an inexplicable thrill, and his facial features twisted as if deformed.

Watching the two provocateurs, Mu Can responded with his actions.

With a swift move, he bypassed Qingyi, who was standing in front to protect him.

Facing two opponents who now surpassed him in strength, Mu Can audaciously chose to strike first.

Even though his strength was no longer as it used to be, his rich combat experience led Mu Can to make the best possible decision.

If he was to fight, Mu Can now could only hope to win by striking first.

He immediately launched with the strongest attack he could muster at Mu Chen.

Mu Can, with his martial master strength, daringly confronted two Great Martial Masters.

"Aim for the horse before the man, capture the king first." Upon acting, he targeted Mu Chen, who was relatively stronger among the two.

The pampered Mu Chen, who had never seen such a scene, watched as Mu Can, with red eyes charging at him like a madman.

Mu Chen, whose strength now far surpassed Mu Can, was momentarily so shocked that he forgot to resist.

A scorching heatwave gathered on Mu Can's fist, and with a loud bang, two flames appeared on his fists.

"Fiery Fire Fist," an earth-level Cultivation Technique Mu Can had fortuitously acquired in his earlier years in the Mu Family's Martial Pavilion.

Mu Chen didn't even manage to dodge and was instantly struck by Mu Can, but just before the punch hit Mu Chen's left cheek, it was blocked by a layer of force.

"Protective Dharma Treasure." As soon as he encountered resistance, Mu Can knew that Mu Chen definitely must be wearing a protective magic treasure.

"This is trouble." Mu Can sank in his heart, realizing that the two men came prepared today.

Today's matter, it seems, won't be easily resolved...