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The path of alchemy was not only about talent. More than anything, it demanded endless repetition and practice.
What was the so-called Dao of Alchemy? From practice came skill; from skill came precision; from precision came wonder; only then could one approach the Dao.
Alchemy embodied both innate talent and tireless refinement. A person with talent but no diligence held nothing more than an empty title, useful to no one. And if a person had no talent and relied solely on effort? Then one would only stray further down the wrong path with every step taken.
That truth wasn’t unique to alchemy. It held across the many arts of cultivation, a principle as vast and universal as the world itself.
No alchemist ever reached the higher tiers on talent alone. Countless hours of practice were non-negotiable. Yet a person’s strength could only go so far. That was why, in the early stages, those with the means would nurture a team of support cultivators who understood their preferences and rhythms, whose sole purpose was to support the act of refining pills. Without such support, even the basic groundwork and the tedious cleanup afterward were enough to grind a budding alchemist into the dirt.
Luo Chen had once walked that lonely path himself, back when he was nothing more than a rogue cultivator clinging to the bottom rung of the ladder. He had purchased his own herbs, processed every stalk, cleaned each tool, and haggled over every bottle of pills he sold. The sheer number of tasks he had to juggle had left him constantly breathless. To say he toiled day and night was hardly an exaggeration.
Hence, those who managed to reach the second tier or higher were rarely alone. They were either...
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