Chapter 27

On this day, Song Xinghai was chatting idly with his wife Yun Lin in the living room, and the topic was their son, Song Li. The news that he had won the fire seed in a duel with Song Moran and then sold it had spread throughout the entire Holy Lion City. Song Li had become famous in one battle and was now a renowned young hero in the capital. Song Xinghai had just returned from outside and immediately told his wife about this news.

Yun Lin immediately widened her eyes and exclaimed, "What? That little rascal actually sold the fire seed? What a wasteful brat, I'll twist his ears off when I see him." After a pause, she asked, "Do you know what kind of fire seed it was?"

"According to what I heard, it's called 'Purple Heart Crystal Fire,' and the material is said to come from a meteorite from outer space. However, they say it's a small fire seed, with not much energy, and can be used only a few times. It definitely can't compare to your 'Three Flavored Flame Fire,'" Song Xinghai said with a smile, flattering Yun Lin.

"Is that so." Yun Lin's expression eased considerably. Since it was a small fire seed, selling it was fine. She had the Three Flavored Flame Fire, so she didn't care much for ordinary small fire seeds. However, as the daughter of a Saint Alchemy Master, she considered herself well-informed, but she had never heard of 'Purple Heart Crystal Fire.' Moreover, she didn't know which meteorite could be used as the material for a fire seed. She thought she should ask her father for clarification when the opportunity arose.

"Dear, have you heard which alchemist created the Purple Heart Crystal Fire?" Yun Lin was particularly interested in this, as only someone with the ability of a Master Alchemist could synthesize a fire seed. Master Alchemists were rare, and even fewer alchemists existed. Moreover, using meteorite material required a high level of expertise. As an alchemist, Yun Lin was familiar with the talents in her field, but she couldn't determine who it was, hence her question.

Song Xinghai replied, "I'm not very clear. It's said that the person is quite mysterious, even the boss of Mandala, He Zongsheng, knows nothing about him."

The Duke of Hai naturally knew that his wife was a fanatic about alchemy and would be interested in such information, so he had tried to gather more details after hearing the rumor, but to no avail. The person who auctioned the Purple Heart Crystal Fire appeared and disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace.

"How strange," Yun Lin frowned. Logically, alchemists were a prestigious profession, highly respected on the continent. Everyone would be eager to have the title of alchemist, as it would earn them respect wherever they went. Especially those who could synthesize fire seeds, who were sought after by major powers. But why would this person hide his identity? Yun Lin was puzzled.

If she knew that this mysterious and powerful person was her son, she would be shocked beyond measure.

When Song Li entered the living room, Yun Lin was still pondering the identity of that person. Song Xinghai saw his son first and said with a smile, "Oh, the famous young hero of the capital has arrived."

Song Li waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Fame is like a cloud; it means nothing to me."

Of course, he knew about his victory over Song Moran and the resulting fame. With Pang Da, the gossip king, reporting to him daily, he would know even if a dog in the west gate of the capital raped a cat in the east gate. How could he not know about such a significant event?

"Hey, are you still putting on an act in front of your old man? Do you want me to beat you up?" Song Xinghai pretended to be fierce and glared at him.

"Hehehe, I know Dad won't beat me. Just creating a good atmosphere, creating a good atmosphere." Song Li plopped down in a chair and took a big gulp of tea from the cup on the table.

Having traveled to this unfamiliar continent and merged with the memories of the other Song Li, he easily accepted his parents. The family of three was very close, and Song Li and his father were not as formal as a typical father-son relationship. They often joked around, and the atmosphere was very pleasant.

Song Xinghai had keen eyes and could see that Song Li was now at the peak of the ninth level of Body Tempering. No wonder he could defeat Song Moran. Although the young lord of Jing Wang's mansion was not as strong as the top princes in the capital, his cultivation talent was good, and he was considered one of the more powerful young nobles in Holy Lion City. Song Xinghai had never thought his "waste" son could beat Song Moran, so he was quite surprised when he heard the news. Since his recovery from the injury, this little guy had shown an astonishing growth rate, even surprising his father.

After this battle, no one dared to call Song Li a "waste" anymore. He had used his strength to wash away the bad reputation that had followed him for over a decade.

"When did you come, son? I was just about to look for you," Yun Lin, who had been lost in thought, suddenly perked up upon seeing her beloved son.

Song Li rolled his eyes, thinking, "I've been here for a while, and you didn't notice." However, he knew his mother had a habit of getting lost in thought, especially when she was deeply engaged in a problem, and she wouldn't pay attention to her surroundings.

"Mom, what were you thinking about so deeply?" Song Li asked with a smile.

"What was I thinking about? Of course, I was thinking about you. Why did you sell the fire seed you won? At least bring it back for me to study before selling it." Yun Lin reached out and found the soft part of Song Li's ear, giving it a gentle twist. "What do you need so much money for? Are you planning to go out and drink like your father?"

"Ah? When did I go out to drink?" Song Xinghai, who was lying down, was hit by a stray bullet and immediately became unhappy.

"Uh... Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, didn't you go out with some friends to admire flowers and drink?" Yun Lin glared at him, thinking, "I'm educating my son, and I'm just using you as an example. If you don't cooperate, why are you causing trouble?"

Song Xinghai mumbled a few words, thinking that admiring flowers and drinking was not the same as drinking and womanizing. However, he was used to his wife's quirky personality and didn't find it strange.

"Ouch... Mom, be gentle, it hurts..." Song Li's face contorted into a bitter expression. With his past life experience, he was mentally over twenty years old. Being treated like a half-grown child and having his ears twisted was truly unbearable. He exaggerated his cries and continued, "I need money because I want to buy a lot of medicinal herbs. I want to learn alchemy from you."

"Really?" Yun Lin and Song Xinghai exchanged glances, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Their son had always been a troublemaker, always causing problems. His cultivation talent was poor, but he was excellent at causing trouble. He even formed a "Justice Alliance" to oppose the powerful young nobles. His severe injury last time was partly due to his mischievous nature.

However, as the saying goes, "Misfortune may be an actual blessing, and a blessing may hide a curse." After recovering from his severe injury, their son seemed to have transformed, as if reborn. Not only did he recover his cultivation talent, but he could also defeat opponents like Song Moran, who were slightly stronger than him, challenging them and winning. This brought glory to their family.

Moreover, Song Li wanted to become an alchemist. Their son was becoming more and more ambitious, and the couple was overjoyed.

Yun Lin released his ear and patted Song Li's head, smiling, "Good, good, it's great that you have this ambition. But don't blame me for pouring cold water on your enthusiasm. Becoming an alchemist requires a lot of talent. This is something that can't be compensated for by hard work alone."

"Uh... What conditions are needed to become an alchemist?" Song Li asked naively.

Yun Lin, talking about her field of expertise, immediately became eloquent, "To become an alchemist, first, you need a strong mental power. The stronger your mental spirit, the better you can perceive the subtle changes in flames and medicinal herbs, making it easier to refine pills.

Second, you need the ability to control flames, which is the most important skill for an alchemist. Even if your mental spirit is weak, if your flame control is strong, it can make up for it. This condition requires the highest talent. Each flame has many subtle changes, and the higher the level of the flame, the more changes it contains. For someone with slightly less talent, mastering these changes is already very difficult, let alone controlling them.

I, your mother, am considered to have good talent, but it took me half a year to familiarize myself with the lowest-level small flame, and that was with your grandfather's guidance. For ordinary alchemists, it takes much longer! Some初级炼丹师学了十年还在熟悉一种火焰的变化呢！无数自诩精才绝艳，天赋异禀的人，倒在了火焰控制这一项上，终生与丹师无缘！所以，如果在火焰操控上没有天分，那么丹师这个职业想都不要想！

第三就是熟记丹谱，对各种药材的属性，搭配之后产生的药性了如指掌，相对于前两个要求，这一条反而是最容易的了，因为这个完全靠的是记忆能力，只要不是太笨的人，都能做到。”

宋立心中一动，说到火焰操纵能力，他有火神祝融那儿传承过来的控火之法，而且体内有“帝火之种”这种逆天神物，对于火焰的感知能力天生具备优势！帝火之种的细微变化无穷无尽，他都能够精确感知，何况那些只有十几种几十种变化的一般火种？

对于一般人难如登天的条件，宋立却可以随意挥洒！不过他目前的修炼境界比较低，体内能量不足，对于火焰的感知和操控还处于比较初级的阶段。随着他境界的提升，功法奥义理解地越来越深，他对于火焰的感知和操纵能力肯定也会随之提升！“帝火之种”蕴含毁天灭地的能量，但需要“燃料”的激发，以后他修炼境界提高了，燃料越来越充足，帝火之种的功效也会越来越强大。现在嘛，他也只是见识到了帝火之种的冰山一角而已。

即便他现在对火焰的感知和操控能力只是处于初级阶段，但已经足以秒杀大陆上的绝大多数丹师了！最难的这个条件却是他的最强项，成为一名丹师哪里还有什么问题？即便是精神力差一些，他也完全可以靠对火焰的精确掌控来弥补。剩下的，只是熟悉药材属性，了解各种药物搭配之后的药性，熟记丹谱的工作了。

“我也不知道自己是不是有这个天分，但凡事总要尝试一下，对吧？不尝试就觉得自己不行，那永远也不能成功。”宋立摊了摊手，笑吟吟地说了一句。

“儿子，说得好！”宋星海冲着儿子竖起了大拇指。

“好哇，既然立儿这么有追求，老妈当然支持你。走，我们去炼丹房，现在就开始学。”云琳是个急性子，说做就做，领着儿子就往炼丹房走去，宋星海也很想看看儿子究竟具不具备丹师的天赋，所以也跟在后面一起去了。

其实夫妻俩对于儿子能成为丹师一事都没抱什么幻想，这小子不仅修炼不行，也没有继承云琳身上的炼丹天赋。如果他身上有这方面的天赋，云琳早就将他往这方面培养了，还会等现在？即便是现在他展现出了修炼上的天资，但成为丹师的条件太苛刻了。简直就是十万无一，他们有点不敢奢望儿子就是这十万人中最特殊的一个。

不过儿子既然有这么积极的态度，做父母的肯定要鼓励支持了。总不能跟他说，哦，你根本没这方面的才华，赶紧洗洗睡吧。那对儿子脆弱的小心肝是多大的打击啊。让他尝试之后，觉得不行再放弃，那样他就比较容易接受，不会因此产生什么负面情绪，对以后的成长有百利无一害。

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For the third condition, you need to memorize the alchemy formulas and be thoroughly familiar with the properties of various medicinal herbs and the effects they produce when combined. Compared to the first two requirements, this is the easiest, as it relies entirely on memory. As long as you're not too stupid, you can do it."

Song Li's heart stirred. When it came to flame control, he had the fire control techniques passed down from the Fire God Zhu Rong, and he possessed the "Imperial Fire Seed," a divine object that gave him a natural advantage in perceiving flames! The Imperial Fire Seed had countless subtle changes, which he could precisely sense, let alone the ordinary fire seeds with only a dozen or a few dozen changes.

For conditions that were extremely difficult for ordinary people, Song Li could handle them with ease! However, his current cultivation level was relatively low, and his internal energy was insufficient, so his perception and control of flames were still at a relatively basic stage. As his cultivation level improved and his understanding of the profound techniques deepened, his perception and control of flames would definitely improve! The Imperial Fire Seed contained energy that could destroy heaven and earth, but it required "fuel" to activate. As his cultivation level increased, the fuel would become more abundant, and the power of the Imperial Fire Seed would become even greater. For now, he had only seen a glimpse of its potential.

Even at his current basic level of flame perception and control, he was already capable of outperforming most alchemists on the continent! The most challenging condition was his strongest point, so becoming an alchemist should not be a problem. Even if his mental power was slightly weaker, he could make up for it with precise flame control. The remaining tasks were to familiarize himself with the properties of medicinal herbs, understand the effects of various combinations, and memorize the alchemy formulas.

"I don't know if I have the talent, but I have to try, right? If I don't try, I'll never know if I can do it, and I'll never succeed," Song Li said with a smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"Son, well said!" Song Xinghai gave his son a thumbs up.

"Great, since Li'er is so ambitious, I definitely support you. Let's go to the alchemy room and start learning now." Yun Lin, being impulsive, immediately led her son to the alchemy room. Song Xinghai, curious to see if his son had the talent to become an alchemist, followed behind.

In fact, the couple didn't have high hopes that their son could become an alchemist. This boy not only had poor cultivation talent but also didn't inherit Yun Lin's alchemy talent. If he had the talent, Yun Lin would have cultivated him in this direction long ago. Even now that he showed talent in cultivation, the conditions to become an alchemist were too stringent. It was a one-in-ten-thousand chance, and they didn't dare to hope that their son was that special one.

However, since their son had such a positive attitude, as parents, they definitely needed to encourage and support him. They couldn't tell him, "Oh, you don't have the talent in this area, so just forget it and go to bed." That would be a huge blow to his fragile self-esteem. Letting him try and then giving up if he found it too difficult would be easier for him to accept and wouldn't cause any negative emotions, which would be beneficial for his future growth.