Alchemist In Urdu Novels & Stories

But again, he remembered he still needed some things to do here… With ‘basic learning about this world’ or in short, ‘more tutorials’ being under all of his current to do list. “Thank you, Madam. I will think about it,” Jai thanked her. They then arrived at the alchemist shop and Jai opened the door for her. “Good day! Welcome to the Yang’s Alchemist Shop!” Darrion greeted enthusiastically. Madam Rue chuckled as she came in. “Good day, Dari, and good day to you too, Earthmate Galum.” Galum had this look of wonderment and surprise on his face as he looked at her. “How do you know my name, madam?”

Marek responded, "You're all ignorant of the fact that he's currently the most accomplished alchemist within the sect. He's a fourth-grade medium-rank alchemist, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that those alchemists would visit him." Shocked, several disciples exclaimed, "A fourth-grade medium-rank alchemist? But he's so young! How is he that skilled?"

“Um! Sorry about that…it's just you look like a healthy man. “The alchemist market. Know anything about it?” I grit glaring at him. “It's right there but you can't see it with your physical eyes. You have to take a herb to find out and we sell it here.” he says, his brown set of teeth revealing cockily. I'm not surprised. I was prepared for this. I give him money without arguing. He collects it with a smirk, walks inside and returns with a bottle. “Take this once you get to that signpost and you will see where to enter.”

"There's something I want to ask Elder Li, or should I say the level-five alchemist?" Elder Li was shocked to hear Xiao Long's words. Nobody in the whole sect knows he's a level-five alchemist unless the sect leader, but the sect leader promised he wouldn't divulge that. The alchemist's level is divided into six levels based on a pill that can be distilled. The alchemist level-one can distill the pill level 1, the level-two alchemist can distill the level 2 pill, the level-three alchemist can distill the 3rd level pill, and so on.

Upon consumption, he felt a surge of vitality, and the fatigue of his body disappeared without a trace. Pleased with the result, he exclaimed, "Amara, this pill is truly amazing. It's a must-have for traveling!" Amara replied, "Indeed, it's a secret recipe from my mentor." Amara's mentor, a renowned alchemy expert, had imparted the entire art to her. Regrettably, his training had not been his focus. He had dedicated all his energy to elixir study and died early on. Yet, the alchemical techniques he bequeathed significantly aided Amara.

Alif followed Nyak Babe everywhere. "Why do you keep stalking me, silly?" Babe Rojali grumbled to Alif. "Go away, Lif! I want to pee!" shouted Mpok Indun. Alif doesn't care and keeps whining. Anyway, he still gets scared every time he remembers the scary figure of Kumara. He even screamed in fright when he saw Mpok Indun combing his hair, and kept on screaming wildly until he hit Babe Rojali's betta fish jar. "Oh, Allah. Bang, shall we bring him for ruqyah?" (Ruqyah is a spiritual and physical treatment by reading the holy verses of the Quran).

enunciated Fane. “Alchemist?” The other party was surprised and quickly said, “No wonder… That explains how your fighting prowess increased so quickly. It looks like you’re not only an alchemist, but you must be at least a third-grade elementary alchemist, no? Such pills are extremely suitable to be used by people in the ultimate god level. That’s really rare—so rare!” “What if I told you that I’m a third-grade premium alchemist instead of a third-grade elementary alchemist?” Fane’s voice was once again heard.

One of the Alchemists who’s wearing the white-yellow robe that has a symbol of a golden cauldron can’t hold his curiosity and immediately asked after he had examined the pill. “Mr. Zhu, may I inquire about the one who had concocted these pills?” That alchemist asked with enthusiasm. Every alchemist within this meeting room nodded in approval of this question. They also want to know. Zhu Wushang smiled after he heard that ignoring the question of the yellow alchemist he says.

They looked at each other for a moment, then looked back at me. “Over there is the lair of the alchemists.” Thumps. Thump. Thump. "What? How can it be? The alchemist's prison is in the north of Echtar City, on a small isolated island.” "I don't know where that is, But clearly, many alchemists were crowding the temple. And because of them, our house in the fairy forest was destroyed.” "Wait. Tell me more details after I get dress. -Splash-"

I said. "I had my hopes up because of the grand entrance," I whispered and chuckled. Truthfully he's smart, I know that. But his level isn't the same as mine. Alchemists are like that, they only base what they believe in what they observe. I crossed my arms and plastered a playful grin. "Is that all you have to say?" "What...?" "I know who you are." He looks annoyed but I guess an anger expression would be the best image to see.