Kiverance

Mikael, in his retirement, dedicates his time to studying abandoned traditional medicines. Some of his experiments prove successful, resulting in potent medications with the ability to cure various diseases.

Delving deeper into an ancient mixture, Mikael tragically met his demise while tasting his own concoction. The wish of an alchemist, poised to make a significant impact on others, came to an unfortunate end.

However, he had one more chance when he found himself waking up from his bed.

[Immortal Alchemist Cultivation System installed.]

[Welcome back to life!]

[Here, your unfulfilled wishes will come true!]

[Each elixir you create will be linked to the consumer, doubling your strength as they grow stronger!]

Mikael was stunned in astonishment as he still did not understand what had happened to him. But, like it or not, he had to adapt to a world where cultivation existed and various creatures were lurking at every corner of the realm.

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Note: Not for under 18! 
Contains dual cultivation, an act of sexual assault, an attractive older woman, unlawful relationships between close relatives, and no NTR!

Immortal Alchemist: Bound Cultivation

Both of them were still silent, shocked by this accident. Xinran's beautiful face reddened, like a tomato in the sunlight, radiating her attractive and vulnerable side. Her eyes tell what is inside her heart, the beat that cannot be stopped even for a little bit.

Zhihao, on the other hand, did not rise from there. Instead, he captivated. The small details of Xinran were observed by him, those two attractive eyes did not make Zhihao shift his gaze once in a while. Both were stunned and didn't make a move until she looked elsewhere.

"I don't mind it," she whispered, unable to meet Zhihao's sights.

Wide-eyed, the man was flustered, not at all anticipating Xinran's response. Granted access, Zhihao swallowed hard, drawing closer to her. He doesn't even know what happened to him right now as Xinran closed her eyes when she faced him again.

Old Palmist