Wenxiu Continent, Tingxiang Kingdom, Yun City, Tang Family.

In the pavilion of the backyard, an elder in a long robe stood before a stone table, holding a pen, his writing flowing like a dragon and snake across the paper. Upon closer inspection, his hand didn't even touch the pen; it was completely controlled by a stream of true Qi.

From afar, he appeared leisurely and elegant, exuding an extraordinary scholarly aura.

Just a few strokes in, Tang Old Master's true Qi suddenly became unstable. The pen shook, the tip skewed, leaving an unsightly stroke. The butler brewing tea nearby twitched, knowing the old master must be in a foul mood.

"Bang!" As expected, the elder, who intended to calm his anger with elegance, slammed the pen heavily onto the table and shouted angrily, "Someone, see if that brat is awake. If he is, tell him to get over here!"

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"The true method of using the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron is to refine the cauldron's soul and become the cauldron itself! I started off wrong, exhausting all my efforts without progressing further on the Alchemy Path..."

In a daze, Tang Yan mumbled a few words, suddenly opening his eyes with a start: "Wasn't the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron supposed to explode, causing my body to burst? How am I still conscious?"

Awakening, Tang Yan found himself lying on a soft couch, surrounded by luxurious furnishings.

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Suddenly, a massive influx of information surged into his mind, two different sets of memories merging, causing his head to ache intensely.

After a while, Tang Yan exhaled deeply, easing from the pain. As he quickly sorted through these memories, his expression turned peculiar.

He was from Earth, the most mysterious alchemist in the Inner Jianghu.

Cultivation had existed in China since ancient times, but as time progressed, these cultivators hid away, scattered among the mountains and rivers, forming the so-called Inner Jianghu.

The explosion of the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron had somehow allowed him to seize a new life, crossing over into a youth with the same name, Tang Yan, who was the eldest young master of the Tang Family.

Knowing he had such a prestigious identity, Tang Yan felt a bit comforted. At least he was a young master, making his rebirth worthwhile.

But soon, Tang Yan's face fell...

In this world, martial strength was paramount, with cultivation levels divided into five ranks: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, Yellow, and Origin, each with nine grades.

The previous host's strength was only at the 2nd Grade Origin Rank!

Starting cultivation at six years old, even a dog could reach the 3rd Grade Origin Rank by now!

Reviewing this guy's past actions, Tang Yan wished he could travel back in time.

If one were to write about this fellow's sixteen-year life, the title "How to Become a Waste" would be quite fitting.

He himself had started learning music, chess, calligraphy, and painting at five, delved into martial arts and alchemy scriptures. By seven, he entered the Alchemy Path, was known as the Little Alchemy King in the Inner Jianghu at twenty-four, and became an Alchemy Grandmaster at thirty-eight, capable of refining 9th-tier medicinal pills!

Looking across the world, few could match him. Many in the Inner Jianghu owed him countless favors for his pills.

Even those at the pinnacle of cultivation would respectfully call him Alchemy Saint.

Compared to him, the previous Tang Yan should really find a piece of tofu to smash his head against!

And the reason he could cross over was because the former self had harassed the City Lord's daughter, Lin Dongxue, attempting to assault her, but was crippled by Liu Family's eldest young master, Liu Zhi, who happened to pass by, leaving him severely injured.

This body, already weakened by indulgence, succumbed to its injuries, allowing his soul to merge with this ruined vessel by sheer coincidence.

Regarding the attempted assault, he felt something was off, but having just crossed over, his mind was still in disarray.

As he was about to ponder further, a crisp voice suddenly called out.

"Young master, something's wrong, the old master, he’s calling for you!" A maid hurriedly rushed in.

"I know." Tang Yan leisurely adjusted his clothes.

"Young master, the old master said... to hurry over..." Seeing the young master still dawdling, Little Cui anxiously whispered a reminder.

Hearing Little Cui's words, Tang Yan paused, rubbed her head, and smiled, "Seems urgent."

At this moment, the Tang family's eldest young master was no longer the previous waste. He knew exactly why his grandfather called him over. It was just to scold him, so why rush to get reprimanded?

Besides, his mind was still not clear. If he said something wrong, the old master might slap him, and he could lose half his life.

But knowing his grandfather's temperament, if he didn't go, the old master would definitely storm over, and he'd surely get a beating then.

"Alright, I'll head over now. Get me a robe."

"Young master, your robe." Little Cui responded quickly, fetching a long robe.

Tang Yan took the robe, and his face darkened.

The robe, made of soft satin, was riddled with holes, with strings of gold ornaments hanging from the edges.

Such bizarre attire, even with his vast experience in his past life, he had never seen anything like it.

"This is mine?"

"Young master, isn't this your favorite robe? It took Madam Wang seven alterations to perfect it," Little Cui said softly, her eyes filled with curiosity. How come the young master seemed different today?

"Take off all the gold ornaments and store them, throw the robe away, and get me a normal one." Tang Yan nearly spat out blood, once again lamenting the previous self's eccentricity. If that creativity had been channeled into cultivation, he wouldn't have had his dantian crippled.

After changing into a new robe, Little Cui looked at the young master, who had shed his past arrogance, and suddenly had an unbelievable thought: Had the young master turned over a new leaf?

Based on his memories, Tang Yan headed towards the backyard.

From a distance, he saw a burly elder holding a brush, appearing leisurely and composed.

However, with his keen insight, Tang Yan could still sense a faint anger emanating from the old master, and as expected, that anger was directed at him.

"Greetings, grandfather." Tang Yan braced himself and went up to pay his respects.

Uncle Mo, the old butler, remained silent, and the surrounding servants dared not speak. Although the old master showed no signs of anger, the oppressive calm was indeed stifling.

This calm finally shattered with Tang Yan's arrival.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

Tang Old Master slammed the brush on the stone table for the second time, breaking it instantly.

"You little brat, you've got some nerve! It's bad enough that you're usually idle and mischievous, but now you've grown bold enough to attempt to assault the City Lord's daughter, and Fing Hell, you failed! You've completely disgraced the Tang Family!"

Tang Old Master was indeed fierce, opening with such rebellious words. Attempting to assault the City Lord's daughter and failing was a disgrace?

"When you were six, I tested your martial aptitude, and you inherited the excellent bloodline of our Tang Family, with top-tier potential.

If you had trained properly, would your dantian have been crippled now? This is your fault, and you deserved the beating. Where can I go to argue for you?"