Wizard: I Can Refine Everything - Chapter 225 - 9: Origins of Alchemy: Giant Dragon Alchemy

Xuan Yi traveled through the fantasy world and became the elder of the Profound Sword Sect, starting with the Nascent Soul Realm!

Awakening the Disciple System, the more enchanting the apprentice’s talent, the stronger Xuan Yi’s strength!

The Breakthrough of others depends on cultivation, and the Breakthrough of Xuan Yi depends on accepting disciples!

Although he is an elder, have you ever seen an elder who is hundreds of times stronger than the Sect Master?

“Little sister, I think your bones are amazed. You are a Sword Cultivator. Why don’t you worship me as a teacher! You can choose the holy order technique, and the nine-grade pill will be a snack for you.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host, You have received a disciple with an aptitude of more than 9999. Reward: Improve the host’s ten realms, three holy ranks!”

Rong Xin once traveled and planned for ten years, and finally became the big maid of Miss Di Xin’s trust.
Who knew that the marriage was granted in the palace, and the young lady turned into a queen, or the queen of the young Kangxi
Rong Xin, who was about to breathe a sigh of relief:…
Ma Liu made a new career plan and vowed to be the only female official Fengyi beside the queen!
Since then, the scenery has been in and out, and all directions are pleasing, but also indifferent.
Not wanting that in just nine years, the queen died at an early age, and Rong Xin’s eyes fell on the newly born second son Yinren…
After N years, even the prince will respect her: “Mother Rong.”
Rong Xin: How many times have I reminded it, it’s Aunt Rong, not Mammy Rong (*￣︿￣)

[PS: There is no CP in this article, and it is half overhead. 】

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One sentence introduction: No CP: The first female official of the Qing Palace
Intention: live, go out and not be a dog

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I banished the protagonist.

Shit. If only I had transmigrated a short while before.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.