From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Is it Heaven Opening a Window?_1

On the small path back to the bus after leaving class, the constant smile on Liu Qianqian's face reverted to sorrow once again.

In less than a month, she would be forced to return to her family and marry a man she had never met. They always liked to tell her that all of this was for the sake of the family, but she couldn't understand, shouldn't the purpose of strengthening the family be to make its members happier?

Now why did it seem like they had to sacrifice their happiness for strength?

The more Liu Qianqian thought about it, the less she felt like doing what was in front of her, like a convict waiting for execution, filled with panic and confusion in her heart.

Just as she was a couple of hundred meters away from the bus, Liu Qianqian became more and more irritable. Suddenly, she turned and ran towards the small, sparsely populated cliff nearby; she didn't want to return to class with a forced smile. She truly couldn't smile anymore.

Once she stopped smiling, the girls around her would immediately ask what was wrong, then say various words to comfort her. They all thought they understood her very well, but she just felt they were noisy.

Because human emotions are not always shared, she now just wanted to be alone and quiet for a while.

Fang Ren, who had been following behind her, saw Liu Qianqian suddenly turn and run, and immediately chased after her.

In the end, when he saw Liu Qianqian arrive at the edge of the small cliff, his heart panicked.

She had actually reached the point of despair where she wanted to commit suicide!

Fang Ren quickly took out a set of white clothes he had previously bought at the mall from his backpack, draped it over himself, put on a mask, stuck on a cap, and without time to fuss over the details, charged out.

Liu Qianqian looked down at the small river below the small cliff, and the oppressive feeling in her heart made her want to scream out loud.

However, just as she took a few steps towards the cliff edge and prepared to loudly vent the melancholy in her heart, she suddenly heard a voice from behind yelling.

"Miss! Don't do anything rash!"

She was slightly stunned and turned around, only to see a man in a white coat, his face tightly wrapped with a hat and a mask, rushing towards her.

"What are you doing..."

Liu Qianqian was startled, her steps involuntarily moving backward, but with that retreat, one of her feet found emptiness, and she felt her body lose balance, about to fall down the cliff.

Slap—

Fang Ren immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her back from the edge of the cliff, and due to the excessive force, Liu Qianqian fell to the ground. She lay there, one hand on her waist, a face full of pain.

"Miss, even if you're going through something, it's not serious enough for suicide, right?" Fang Ren deliberately made his voice deeper and raspier, trying to sound like a man in his thirties.

"Living in this world, who doesn't face some troubles? Let me tell you, suicide is the most cowardly act in the world.

If you have the courage to die, why don't you have the courage to face what's coming?" Imitating some dialogue from soap operas, Fang Ren entered Oscar Actor Mode again, relentlessly speaking, "Listen, when I was young, I went through crap a lot worse than what you're dealing with.

If I talked about even one or two of those things, it'd be depressing enough to stop a bull in its tracks..."

Liu Qianqian looked at the man in front of her, who hadn't understood the situation, kept going on and on, and had a "saving one life is better than building a seven-floor pagoda" expression, and she was utterly dumbfounded.

Was she trying to commit suicide?

Carrying her luggage bag, Liu Qianqian felt somewhat tired on her way back, and the notebook she was holding in her other hand had not been discarded.

After giving her the notebook, the man did indeed leave without lingering, parting with the hope that the contents would be helpful to her.

Having nothing better to do on her walk back, she carelessly opened the notebook and took a look. However, when she flipped to the first page, she was stunned.

On the first page of white paper were boldly written eight characters—Master Qing'an's Alchemy Experience.

This... the content of these characters was too blunt and ostentatious.

The title referred to the most mysterious Alchemist in the world and claimed to be that master's wisdom, yet the master had never published his Alchemy Experience on any alchemists' forums. What could possibly be in this seemingly brand-new notebook?

Could anyone simply obtain the master's experience? And to give it away so easily? It was preposterous, clearly a deception.

After just seeing the title, Liu Qianqian wanted to throw the thing away immediately. But after some thought, she decided to keep reading.

People driven to despair by life often cling to the smallest hope, and Liu Qianqian's situation was similar. Like someone stricken with a terminal illness who suddenly hears from a charismatic quack that there's a cure, she wasn't willing to miss this chance.

As she continued flipping through the pages, her brow furrowed slightly. To her surprise, the notebook emphasized the flame, specifically how to recognize its shape and the contact area with the bottom of the Pill Furnace.

After reading it, Liu Qianqian was perplexed. Wasn't controlling the heat during alchemy something that could only be mastered through practice, or was there some special technique?

With some doubt, Liu Qianqian stopped and continued reading, and soon, she was somewhat captivated.

The content was coherent, and each theory, which she had never heard before, was supported by many reasons for its validity, leaving no apparent flaws.

It was as if all aspects of Alchemy were interconnected by these theories, which were so comprehensible and fluent.

What surprised her even more was that it mentioned many uses of Cold Fire; in conventional alchemical practice, Cold Fire was an auxiliary flame used for cooling without causing the herbal essence to dissipate, but according to these theories, Cold Fire could take a dominant role.

After reading the theories about flames, Liu Qianqian's brows knit together. If all the theories were true, wouldn't alchemically concocting pills be extremely easy regarding controlling the temperature of the flames?

Feeling a growing excitement inside her, she continued to skim through the notebook, only to find that all the pills recorded were Three-level pills!

Furthermore, the method to concoct each type of pill was thoroughly analyzed, as if dissecting everything, making her feel as if she could successfully create the pills simply by following the instructions.

It was as if... she had found the cheat codes while playing a game.

Liu Qianqian suddenly looked up in the direction where the man in white had left, then back at the eight bold characters on the notebook in her hand.

For a moment, her heart started throbbing uncontrollably with excitement.

"Heavens... have you really opened a window for me?" she murmured to herself.

Yet a moment later, she suddenly recalled the afternoon the day before when school ended, a boy pointing to the sky in the stairwell and saying, "It's just floating there; naturally, someone will take it down."

Heaven didn't always open a window for everyone after closing a door. Sometimes, heaven would close all doors and windows, leaving walls on all sides with no escape.

At times like this, one should be like the confident, smiling boy from the stairwell the day before, saying, "You just keep trying, it's just a fart."

"Is it heaven opening a window... or was it... him taking it down?"