Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

“I will think about it and let you know,” Alex told the staff after some thought and left the place. He visited the other smaller place, but they didn’t have a single Emerald Raven. There was one, but it was a Divine realm raven, so that didn’t count.

And Alex couldn’t do to it what he did with the blood. It was simply too difficult for him, at least with his current expertise.

After two entire weeks of roaming the continent, Alex was forced to get put on the list so he could eventually at least have a chance to get the feathers.

But, he didn’t let that be his only alternative. So, to try his luck and see if things have changed yet, he decided to return to where he started. The Beast Court Sect.

Alex didn’t contact Scarwolf. He didn’t need to. He knew where he had to go now, so he directly went there.

He arrived at the wooden house that had marks of violence outside of the house. It didn’t seem to be anything huge, but someone had attacked, and the place had now become worse than before.

Alex walked up the wooden stairs and knocked on the wooden wall of the house.

“Go away!” a grumbling voice came from inside. “Senior Fuzhen, if you sell me your tail feathers, I will happily leave,” Alex shouted back.

“Damn you and damn whoever put my damn feathers as an ingredient,” the man said. “Now leave me alone.”

“Will you not sell me your feathers, senior?” Alex asked.

“No, go away.”

“I see. I shall take my leave then,” Alex said. “But please consider it again. I will come by tomorrow.”

As he left, he could hear the old man’s grumbling in the house again, damning him for even saying that he will come back.

In most cases, if someone wished to not sell their stuff, Alex would’ve been perfectly okay with it. However, seeing as he was both desperate for it, and learning that it wasn’t something the Emerald Ravens even considered priceless in the first place, he was determined to get the feathers now.

Even if he had to be annoying to get it, he would.

Alex found himself a place to stay. Since he didn’t want to waste his precious time here, he decided to call over Scarwolf and help him with Alchemy a bit.

It would make for a good passage of time.

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It would make for a good passage of time.

Scarwolf was more than happy to learn that. To learn Alchemy from one of the most talented individuals currently in the realm was something he was very much interested in. He also wanted to refer to Alex as master, but he didn’t let him. It was just something he didn’t feel comfortable letting anyone other than Momo call him that for the moment. Since Scarwolf had to work from early morning to evening, their lessons were set to take place at night for a few hours before the young man returned to his own place.

The first day, Alex simply spent the entire teaching time trying to learn just how much Scarwolf knew. He was an alchemist alright, capable of making usable pills above 50%. But he wasn’t any better than that.

He also lacked in the knowledge aspect, knowing not much more than just a bit. He had learned all of what he could find, but they weren’t enough. There were bits of information that he just couldn’t learn without actually entering a sect or guild focused on Alchemy.

Alex decided to help him not with the knowledge, but with the fundamentals. If he was accepted in his master’s guild, he could learn the rest on his own anyway. As long as his fundamentals were good, he could be accepted anywhere.

Scarwolf left that night very excited, perhaps too much. He spoke so much that Alex had to tell him to shut up and listen at a few points. Still, if he had to praise the young man for one thing, it would be his unyielding sense of optimism and enthusiasm.

In another life, he would’ve made for an amazing disciple.

Alas, Alex simply didn’t have the time for him as he was right now, so the court would have to do it for him.

Alex returned to the edge of the city the next day and asked the old man to sell him his feather.

“You again,” the old man grumbled. “I told you I am not selling you anything.”

“I can pay you a lot of spirit stones, senior. I’m desperate.”

“Go away. Stop disturbing me,” the old man shouted at him.

“Okay,” Alex said. “I will come back tomorrow.”

“No, don’t come back at all.”

Alex didn’t listen. He would be back tomorrow at the exact same time. He would do that until the old man broke and gave him the feathers.

‘Assuming he doesn’t kill me first,’ Alex thought. He had learned a bit of the rules surrounding the sect from Scarwolf, and one of the things that was simply not allowed was to hurt an outsider within the city.

If the outsider was causing trouble, they had to report to the sect’s elders instead of taking matters into their own hands.

The sect elders, mostly the low-level ones, handled most of everything in such situations. But in these places where the disciples that stayed were practically being bullied into moving out, they weren’t helped as much.

They would interfere if the outsider was causing a ruckus, but simply annoying someone was not something they would deal with.

At least, that was what Scarwolf told him, and he believed the man for now.

Still, the chance that the old man wouldn’t just kill him if he kept annoying him for a long time was ever present, so Alex remained careful. He had treasures ready to defend him at a moment’s notice.

With that many defensive options, Alex was absolutely certain he wouldn’t die even after persistently requesting to purchase the beast’s tail feathers multiple times a week. So, he proceeded to do just that.