The Purple Yang Divine Body

Thinking this, Chen Feng kowtowed respectfully to the Martial Saint Bone once again. In many ways, without this Chen family ancestor, there would be no Chen Feng today. At the very least, his alchemy skills would be impossible to cultivate without the addition of the Purple Fire. He wouldn't have surpassed others in the Dao of Alchemy or possessed such a powerful spiritual sense.

Of course, most importantly, he wouldn't be here at all. He wouldn't have seen the true ancestor's inheritance.

"Thank you. Although I don't have the true Chen family bloodline, this kind of help is enough to make me consider you my master!"

He bowed respectfully to the Martial Saint Bone, performing the ceremony of paying respect to a master. The Chen family ancestor he had never met seemed like a master to him. Most of his gains came from this ancestor.

Clang, clang, clang!