PEA – Chapter 1

President’s Exclusive Alchemist

Chapter 1 – Wearing it Again

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translator: Nana

After the bleak silence of the winter night passed, the night in the south started to vaguely show the liveness of the spring. In particular, the No. 2 Middle School, which was famous in Hua City for its garden school. After the winter, various insects living in the flowers began to wake up and made intermittent calls in the cold night.

But today was different from usual. Amidst the insect’s chirping sound, a gnashing cry suddenly came out from a room in the male dormitory building of the No. 2 Middle School.

“You all will be buried with Lao Zi*!”

In the quiet dormitory area, there was such a sudden disturbing noise. Fortunately, it was not school time. At this time, the only people who were resting in the dormitory were the scattered students who returned to school early; otherwise, there would be a louder voice of protest.

One of the voices of protest happened to be in the same dormitory as the one who screamed.

Ming Wuxiang listened to the confused voice coming from the opposite bed, “Master Dao, brother, what’s wrong with you? Don’t be so cruel…” The complaining voice was a little unclear. It seemed that the other party was not awake at all. After he finished muttering, he turned around and quickly fell asleep again. 

The dormitory returned to quiet again. Ming Wuxiang’s expression after waking up from the dream was full of ferocity and madness as if he had not recovered from the ‘dream state’ just now.

Fortunately, it was night, and the only other person in the dormitory went to sleep. Otherwise, if someone saw his expression at the time, they would think that he just had a terrible nightmare as the expression on his face was very frightening.

“Dream?”

The change in environment made Ming Wuxiang, who was sitting on the bed, to calm down quickly and speak again without the previous anger.

A little uncertain, he subconsciously put his hand on his heart, his chest was smooth, and he didn’t find the familiar sense of touch in his memory. He anxiously opened his collar, and under the dim light from the dormitory corridor, he made sure that the piece of white jade that had been hanging on his chest was not there.

Ming Wuxiang bowed his head and held his hands tightly, muttering in a voice that only he could hear, “It’s not a dream. Am I wearing it again?”

Yes, again.

Ming Wuxiang had nothing to show off. He lived busily in this world to the age of 28. When he thought that he would continue to be ordinary, he fell off a cliff in an outdoor activity of the company. 

When he had the accident, the feeling of falling made Ming Wuxiang think that he would be crushed to pieces, and even his corpse would be hard to find. As a result, he didn’t die, but he crossed through. He crossed into a fantasy world dominated by immortal cultivation.

Reading online novels was Ming Wuxiang’s favorite pastime. He especially liked a novel where the main character had the same name as him, which made his friends joke about it. However, Ming Wuxiang, who had lived for 28 years, had always been a passerby.

Perhaps it was because of his nature. Even if he traveled to the world of immortal cultivation described in the novel, Ming Wuxiang didn’t become a male lead character. He didn’t dominate the world, opened the harem, or collected younger brothers.

After reading many online novels, Ming Wuxiang had learned many things, especially about the world of cultivation. Ming Wuxiang knew that he possessed a treasure that even the cultivators after the tribulation stage would covet, so he was even more afraid of jumping around and attracting attention.

The treasure was a piece of white jade that Ming Wuxiang’s grandmother gave him before she died. The white jade was the heirloom of his grandmother’s family, which could only be worn by women but not men. However, there was only one male in Ming Wuxiang’s father’s generation, and Ming Wuxiang was the only one in his generation.

There was no girl in the family for two generations. Ming Wuxiang’s grandmother had no choice but to give the white jade to Ming Wuxiang, hoping he would pass it on to his daughter.

When he was young, he received the white jade. After he became older, he felt sorry for his grandmother. His sexuality doomed him to have no offspring. He couldn’t harm a girl for such a thing.

Ming Wuxiang felt guilty at the bottom of his heart for his grandma’s entrustment. When he traveled to the world of cultivation, the white jade recognized the lord, and he finally got a glimpse of the white jade’s secret. At the same time, he also knew that it was because of the white jade that he was lucky enough to go through.

The seemingly unremarkable piece of white jade had an impressive origin. It was actually one of the fragments of the Shennong’s tripod that was passed down since the era of Chinese mythology. The tripod was used to cultivate all kinds of herbs and to refine all kinds of medicines.

If someone told Ming Wuxiang this before crossing, he would absolutely ask the other party if it went silly after reading a book. As for the Shennong Tripod, it was better to frighten people with the Xuanyuan Sword or the Pangu Axe.

After crossing through, what Ming Wuxiang saw inside the white jade was a formation protecting a group of immortal grasses. If even one of the grasses was taken out, it would definitely cause a sensation in the cultivation world.

Ming Wuxiang could only remain silent and accept the situation. He also received the inheritance of refining medicine from the white jade at the same time.

Ming Wuxiang was able to cultivate to the Yuan Ying stage in less than 100 years.  He even stepped on the feet of many single spirit root geniuses with the qualification of water and wood dual spiritual roots, which showed how powerful the inheritance was.

Of course, there was also the reason that Ming Wuxiang made a lot of money. However, no matter how careful Ming Wuxiang was, he still accidentally exposed his feet.

How could a monk less than a hundred years old play tricks with those old foxes who had lived for thousands of years? Fortunately, those old immortals didn’t know the real secret of the white jade. They just thought that he was lucky and had received the inheritance of an alchemy master.

In the cultivation world, alchemists were the most sought after among all professions. Every time a high-quality pill appeared in the auction house, the soaring price could definitely stop people’s heartbeat.

And the pills that came out of Ming Wuxiang’s hands were not inferior to those of the first-class.

Ming Wuxiang had always understood that the world of immortal cultivation was a world where there were no laws to speak of, and the strong ate the weak. He was frequently watched and hunted down, so he had to keep his mentality calm and then look for a chance to counterattack. Even if he was forced to a desperate end, he could still calmly choose to die with the other party.

Recalling the faces of those people, especially the expressions of fear in the face of death, Ming Wuxiang chuckled. Then with a hoarse voice that couldn’t hide the disdain of his words, he said, “Heh, I still won in the end.”

The pain of his body being torn when he blew up himself couldn’t be forgotten. However, there was a large group of monks whose strength was at least one or two levels higher than him. As long as he thought about it, as he just said to himself, he made a profit.

The death of so many high-level monks would definitely bring a blow to those family forces that had been chasing him down.

The world of cultivation had never been a peaceful place, especially family forces. As long as they showed weakness, they would be attacked and eroded by other family forces.

Lying back on the bed, Ming Wuxiang squinted his eyes halfway. Although he couldn’t see the decadence of those family forces, he didn’t care too much. Then he turned his head to look at the vaguely seen figure on the opposite side.

Just responding to his own voice, Ming Wuxiang would certainly not miss it. Especially where he was, even if he had lived in the cultivation world for so many years, he still had a vague memory of the voice. However, the exact time of the memory was unknown.

He naturally stretched out his hand to touch the pillow, and as expected, he found a small box, dragged it over, and pressed the soft button on it. In the dark dormitory, a light green light shone out of the small screen. Without unlocking the phone, the time and date were displayed clearly. 

“February 26, 20XX.” Looking at the not-so-new mobile phone in his hand, Ming Wuxiang didn’t have time to miss the smartphone with all kinds of functions and was shocked by the time shown on the phone.

“I’m not only wearing it back but also wearing it ten years earlier?! “

Yes, Ming Wuxiang was 28 years old when he traveled to the cultivation world. Now the time shown on his mobile phone was ten years ago, not long after his 18th birthday.

Seeing the time on the phone, Ming Wuxiang, who was able to remain calm even in the face of a high-ranking monk, showed an angry expression for the first time.

“Why?! Why not earlier?!” Because of the anger, Ming Wuxiang didn’t suppress his voice, which led to another blurry talk of the person in the opposite bed.

“Master Dao, it’s not too early and too late. Stop making trouble, go to sleep…”

If Ming Wuxiang wasn’t alone, he wouldn’t be able to calm down so quickly. He had to admit that the voice on the opposite side was very timely every time it appeared.

The light-emitting phone was thrown aside by Ming Wuxiang. Only a very faint light shone on Ming Wuxiang’s face. His line of sight appeared godless, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

Just over a month ago, at the end of his 18th birthday, his grandfather, who was dependent on each other, left with comfort and guilt. 

The old man lived more than ninety years old, which was considered a long life at the moment. However, Ming Wuxiang, who had just grown up, hoped that his grandfather could always accompany him. Especially when he had the white jade and was an alchemist that could shock the world. Extending his grandpa’s life couldn’t be easier.

In fact, Ming Wuxiang understood that it was God’s blessing that he could survive two times. He knew he shouldn’t be greedy, but for his relatives, Ming Wuxiang would become irrational no matter how rational he usually was. 

The light from the mobile phone had dimmed long ago. Ming Wuxing kept his eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling until dawn.

When Li Jiahua, who was on the opposite bed, opened his eyes in a daze and turned his head to look over. He was completely awakened when he looked at his still-awake buddy.

“Master Dao, Ming Wuxiang! What’s wrong with you? Are you ok?” As a young student, Li Jiahua still knew what had happened in Ming Wuxiang’s family more than a month ago.

Li Jiahua was worried that Ming Wuxiang would isolate himself because of his absence. He wanted to accompany him during the Spring Festival, but it was not possible in the end. Fortunately, after returning to school yesterday, Ming Wuxiang’s spirit had recovered a lot. Li Jiahua, who had been holding his heart, let out a sigh of relief.

However, as soon as he woke up, the other party suddenly looked like he was dying. What kind of trouble was this?!

The author has something to say:

Granny: Come on, Xiaoxiang. This is the heirloom of our family. It can only be passed to the daughters of the family, not the men. You have to keep it well. 

Master Dao: … I always felt like grandma had foreseen something o(╯□╰) o.

President Gu: ^_^.

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* Lǎo zi: father; daddy; “I, your father” (in anger, or out of contempt); I (used arrogantly or jocularly).

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