The First Saint of Dan Dao

Wenxiu Continent, Tingxiang Country, Yuncheng, Tang Family.

In the pavilion in the backyard, an old man in a long robe stood in front of a stone table, holding a pen and writing on a piece of paper. Looking closely, the hand holding the pen did not touch the pen, and the pen was completely controlled by a stream of true energy.

From a distance, it looks leisurely, elegant and refined.

Just after writing a few strokes, Mr. Tang's energy suddenly became unstable, the pen shook, the tip of the pen tilted, and he wrote an ugly stroke. The butler who was making tea next to him trembled on his face, knowing that the old man must be in a bad mood at the moment.

"Bang!" As expected, the old man who wanted to calm his anger with elegance slammed his pen on the table and shouted angrily: "Come here, check if that bastard is awake, if he is, let him roll over here!"

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"The true way to use the Cauldron of Creation of Heaven and Earth is to refine the Cauldron Soul and use your body as the cauldron! I made a mistake in my cultivation at the beginning, and I couldn't make any further progress in the Dao of Alchemy despite my best efforts..."

Tang Yan muttered a few words in a daze, and suddenly opened his eyes and shuddered: "Didn't the Cauldron of Heaven and Earth explode and I died? How come I am still conscious?"

Tang Yan woke up with a start and found himself lying on a soft couch. The surrounding decoration was extremely luxurious.

Then, a huge amount of information suddenly emerged in his mind, and the two different memories merged with each other, causing Tang Yan's head to suddenly feel splitting pain.

After a while, Tang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and recovered from the pain. Quickly sorting out this memory, Tang Yan's face couldn't help but become strange.

He comes from Earth and is the most mysterious alchemist in the inner world.

The practice of cultivating Taoism has existed in China since ancient times. However, with the development of the times, all these practitioners have gone into hiding, scattered among the mountains and rivers, and in the cities, forming the so-called inner world.

The explosion of the Cauldron of Creation of Heaven and Earth caused him to be reborn in another body and travel to the body of a young man named Tang Yan, who turned out to be the eldest son of the Tang family.

Knowing that he had such a noble identity, Tang Yan felt comforted in his heart. After all, he was a young master, and his rebirth was not in vain.

But soon Tang Yan's face fell...

In this world, martial arts is respected, and the levels of cultivation are divided into five levels: heaven, earth, Xuan, Huang, and Yuan, and each level is divided into nine grades.

The host's previous strength was only that of the second level of Yuan Stage!

If one starts practicing at the age of six, even a dog can reach the third level of Yuan Stage!

Looking back at what this guy had done in the past, Tang Yan wished he could travel back in time.

If I write down this guy's sixteen-year life, it would be fine to title the book "How Waste Is Made."

At the age of five, he began to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and dabbled in martial arts and alchemy. At the age of seven, he entered the Dao of Alchemy. At the age of twenty-four, he was known as the Little King of Alchemy. At the age of thirty-eight, he became a master of the Dao of Alchemy and could refine ninth-level elixirs!

Looking around the world, there are only a handful of people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Many people in the inner world have received my elixirs and owed me countless favors.

No matter how powerful a person is who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, they still have to respectfully address him as the Dan Emperor when they see him.

Compared to himself, the previous Tang Yan really deserved to find a piece of tofu and kill himself!

The reason why he was able to travel through time was because his previous incarnation molested the city lord's daughter Lin Dongxue and attempted to rape her, but was severely injured by Liu Zhi, the eldest son of the Liu family who happened to pass by and had his dantian destroyed.

This body was already extremely weak due to its indulgence in alcohol and sex, and it died immediately after being beaten. Coincidentally, his soul collided with this useless body.

He felt something was strange about his attempted rape, but he had just traveled through time and his mind was still a bit confused.

Just as I was thinking about it carefully, suddenly a crisp voice came.

"Master, something bad has happened. Master, the master is calling you!" A maid ran in in panic.

"I understand." Tang Yan sorted out his clothes slowly.

"Young Master, the master said... let you get over there quickly..." Seeing that the young master was still hesitating, Xiao Cui became secretly anxious and reminded him in a low voice.

Hearing Xiao Cui's words, Tang Yan couldn't help but be stunned. He rubbed Xiao Cui's head and smiled: "It seems to be very urgent."

At this time, Young Master Tang was no longer the useless man he used to be. He knew exactly what his grandfather wanted him to do. He just wanted to criticize and educate him. Why would he rush over to get scolded?

Besides, my mind is not clear at the moment. If I say something wrong, the old man will chop me down with a palm and I will be half dead.

But given the old man's temper, if I didn't go over, he would definitely come here and I might get a beating.

"Okay, I'll be right there, help me get some clothes."

"Master, your clothes." Xiao Cui responded and quickly took a robe.

Tang Yan took the clothes and his face suddenly turned dark.

The soft satin robe was covered with holes, and strings of gold ornaments hung on the edges of the holes.

Even though Tang Yan had seen a lot in his previous life, he had never heard of such strange costumes.

"this is mine?"

"Young Master, isn't this your favorite robe? It took Wang Po seven alterations before it was fixed." Xiao Cui said in a low voice, but her eyes were full of curiosity. Why is the Young Master today different from before?

"Take off all the gold ornaments and keep them away, throw away the clothes, and bring me some normal clothes." Tang Yan almost vomited blood and lamented again about the weirdness of his previous life. If he had put so much thought into cultivation, he wouldn't have had his dantian destroyed by others.

After he changed into a robe, Xiao Cui looked at the young master who had lost his former arrogance, and suddenly an idea came to her mind, which even she found incredible: Has the young master turned over a new leaf?

According to memory, Tang Yan walked towards the backyard.

From a distance, I saw a burly old man, holding a brush in his hand, painting leisurely.

However, with his keen insight, Tang Yan still felt the vague anger bursting out from the old man, and that anger was directed at himself just as he expected.

"Hello, Grandpa." Tang Yan stiffened his scalp and went up to pay his respects.

The old butler Mo Bo said nothing, and the servants around him did not dare to speak. Although the master did not look angry, the calmness that seemed to be frozen was really depressing.

This tranquility was finally broken by Tang Yan's arrival.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

Mr. Tang dropped the brush on the stone table for the second time, and the brush handle broke immediately.

"You little bastard, you are so bold. Not only are you ignorant and evil on a daily basis, but now that you have grown wings, you even dared to rape the city lord's daughter, and you even failed! You have completely destroyed the reputation of my Tang family!"

Old Master Tang is indeed a tough guy. He speaks words that are extremely treasonous. He even attempted to rape the city lord's daughter, and that's shameful?

“When you were six years old, I tested your martial arts talent and found that you inherited the excellent bloodline of my Tang family, which means you are of top caliber.

If you practiced hard, why would your Dantian be destroyed now? You were at fault first, you deserve to be beaten. Where can I go to reason with you?"