Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The Divinities were clearly communicating among themselves through their Divine Sense, as they didn’t say anything after Alex spoke, despite intently staring at him. Alex waited for a while, and then the old man spoke again.

“Do you mean to say that you’re using no special technique or artifact to enter the mountain?” the old man asked.

“Nothing, I’m just by myself,” Alex said.

The old man nodded. It was unclear if he trusted Alex or not, but he pressed on anyway. “What is inside there?” he asked. “What treasures have you found within it?”

“Treasures?” Alex asked, shaking his head. “There’s no such thing there. It’s a barren land with only regular plants growing. There’s no treasure there.”

“And yet you go there once a day, religiously. You’re not telling me you believe in the faith of the hands when you’ve only recently come to the Medicine World,” the old man said.

Alex remained silent for a while. “If you believe I am lying, you can go ahead and check the mountains. There’s nothing there.”

The man shook his head. “You don’t have to play around,” he said. “We cannot enter, and we know it. You can enter, so we will learn from you. If there is nothing there, then tell us what it is you go in for.”

Alex paused to consider what to say. There were certainly secrets within the mountain he could reveal, like the presence of the Divine Beasts or the Voidgate, but without Rosemist’s permission, he didn’t want to disclose any of it.

He weighed his options and finally said, “I went there at first just to see what was up with the mists. But now, due to the lack of people, I go there to meditate in silence and learn what laws I can. I don’t know why I’m the only one who can enter, though. I can’t help you with that information.”

The old man nodded along with Alex’s words. “I see,” he said. “Then you won’t be against us looking into your Storage Bags and Soul Space, right?”

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Look into my Soul Space and Storage Bag?” he asked. “What do you think the answer will be, Senior? Do you seriously expect me to say yes to this clear violation of privacy?”

“If you have nothing to hide, there should be no issue,” the man said. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

“And what if I did have something to hide?” Alex asked.

“Then you’d better tell us what you’re hiding right now,” the old man said. The others around him nodded.

Alex felt anger bubbling within him at the unreasonable old man. If it were anyone but a Divinity, he was certain he would’ve gotten up and punched the man by now.

The man approached Alex, his aura moving ahead of him. Alex didn’t back away, however, and stared at the man. If he wanted to use threats, then Alex would fight back the same way.

“Senior,” he said, “are you Morningbloom, leader of this guild?”

The man paused. “I am not Brother Morningbloom,” he said.

“Then may I speak to Senior Morningbloom before you do anything you might come to regret?” Alex said.

The man looked at Alex carefully, then chuckled a little. “Regret? Why would I regret anything?” he asked. “Do you think I’m doing something our Guild Leader would be against? If he knew what you’ve been doing, he would’ve come to catch you himself.”

Alex listened to the man and gleaned a small bit of information. “Senior Morningbloom isn’t in the guild right now, is he?” he asked.

“No, he left the guild a while ago to watch the tournament,” the old man said. “Judging by your medallion, you’re a part of it too, aren’t you?”

“I am,” Alex said. “In case you’re unaware of a tournament rule, let me explain. We must wear these medallions throughout it, so they can detect if anything is taken out of our Soul Space. If you tamper with my Soul Space, I’ll be disqualified instantly because of this medallion. And you’ll regret causing my disqualification.”

The other Divinities found his threats amusing. They didn’t even take them seriously, like watching a young child throw a tantrum. They laughed.

“Regret, you say,” the man said with a smirk. “I don’t believe you’ll be able to make that happen for a long, long time yet.”

“No,” Alex replied. “But my master can make it happen immediately.”

“Your master? Is he such a big deal?” the old man asked.

“My master is Silvermist, one of the Ten Stars of Alchemy. Do you dare doubt that he can’t make you regret it?” Alex asked.

The laughter stopped, and everyone grew serious at once. After all, Silvermist was no laughing matter. Not only was he one of the greatest alchemists among humans, but he also had a notorious reputation.

He was known to be easily agitated and somewhat rude. He wasn’t someone who managed his anger well or spoke kindly. Many times, he had shown that he let his fists do the talking before his words.

The five Divinities were stunned silent, unable to say a word.

There was another aspect that made them even more wary of Silvermist. Morningbloom, the leader of their guild, was actually just a disciple under Goldgrass, another one of the Ten Stars of Alchemy.

In terms of seniority, Morningbloom had to call Silvermist “Senior.” And these Divinities certainly didn’t want to anger their senior’s senior.

They looked at each other, each unable to decide on what to do. They conversed among themselves for a while until one of the other Divinities finally voiced something they all agreed upon.

They felt relieved and looked at Alex as though they had forgotten he was Silvermist’s disciple.

“Come. If you say there is nothing in those mountains, then let us see if there is truth in those words,” the old man said. “We will go to the mountains right now. If you’re telling the truth, you may leave afterward.”