Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Alex, Pearl, and 2 other Immortals in the Immortal Spirit realm flew out of the guild. These two were new people neither Alex nor Pearl had seen before, and were under direct order from Flareborn to aid Alex in finding the thugs.

Both of the two were male, with one being taller and more buff than the other one.

Alex had already thought of a plan on how he could find these people, so he bought a dozen different sets of ingredients, mostly for one particular pill at the moment.

Before going anywhere else, Alex took Pearl back to the cottage where they were hiding. He let Pearl stay back, and instead took Whisker with him.

While Pearl was strong, much stronger than Whisker, strength wasn’t going to be the answer here. Their enemies, if still in the city, were likely going to be much, much stronger than anyone else they had fought before. So, the only thing they needed to do for now was to find them.

Whisker was a much better help here. And Pearl was a better defender for the kids anyway.

The two Immortals did as Alex asked and then flew him toward another location a bit far away from where the guild was. It was a 5-story tall circular building, that would be considered a tower if it was any larger. The building extended only 5 stories into the sky, but toward the ground, it extended much more.

The spiral staircase in this mostly colorless and lifeless dungeon went on for many, many floors.

This was the prison of Wineweed City where all criminals were kept.

The entire place was filled with strong suppression formations that activated all the time around. The only people who weren’t affected were people who had special artifacts that exempted them from being targeted.

Alex was given one such artifact to wear – a brown leather bracelet with a metal contraption on top that held an amber gem- and they headed down the hole.

The lifeless prison held many criminals who had been kept here for many, many days.

“Are everyone kept here?” Alex asked the Immortals that took him below. “Even Divinities?”

“Yes, we even keep Divinities here, but they are kept at the very base where the suppression is much stronger,” the thinner Immortal answered.

“Not everyone though,” the taller one said. “The truly bad ones aren’t imprisoned. They are simply executed as nobody wants the hassle of keeping them around.”

Alex thought for a bit and nodded. “What sort of crime is considered bad for an Immortal, if you don’t mind giving some examples you can think about.”

The two thought.

“Mostly ones that kill people without reason,” the thinner one answered. “I remember there was a demonic cultivator who cultivated by drinking the blood of the people he killed. He went after a village on the outskirts of the city and killed them all overnight. We can’t keep such a person alive as it is certain if given the chance, he will do so again.”

“Yes,” the taller man said. “Then there was the case of the woman who would kill any men that even looked at her.”

“Her was a sad case though. She seemed to have escaped from a truly heinous place where she wasn’t even treated as a human. But even after the escape, she couldn’t escape her trauma. I think the seniors tried helping her, but it didn’t work. She killed men again after she was let go, so she was executed afterward.”

“I see,” Alex said. “Sounds like a no-win situation.”

“It was,” the men answered.

After walking down just a couple of floors, they arrived at the place where the recently convicted prisoners were kept. The ones that attacked Pearl and the others were part of them. The prisons were circular walls with nothing but a simple place to sit in. They weren’t given food, sunlight, or anything. All they got was the weak cultivation base within the suppression so that they wouldn’t die. Otherwise, it could almost be called a forced closed cultivation.

The door to the cold and lifeless room opened and the four walked in, along with other people who stood guard outside.

The guards explained the situation. “Sit still and let yourselves be checked. If you resist, you will be punished further.”

No one dared make a single move.

Whisker got off Alex’s shoulder and made his way toward the half a dozen people that were in the room.

None of them recognized either Whisker or Alex, so they were confused as to just what was going on.

Whisker, currently the size of a regular rat, made his way up onto the bodies of the men and women one by one. As he climbed them, his large whiskers twitched with each passing second as he took in all the information he could get from these people.

As a Seeking Mouse, this would have been his one true role in life, had it not been his cultivation base.

Whisker spent many minutes going through the half dozen people, taking in all information he could gain from them through the senses that his Whisker provided. Once he got those, he

went back to Alex.

“It’s done,” Whisker said.

“You heard him, seniors. We are done here,” Alex said.

The two Immortals were certainly surprised, to say the least, as they had never seen a Seeking Mouse with cultivation base before. They hadn’t even realized Whisker was one until he

began doing what he did.

They closed the prison cells and made their way back up to the top.

“What now?” the thin man asked. “Anywhere else to go?”

“Many, but we start with one,” Alex said. “We need to go back to our courtyard where the

attack happened.”

“Why? I’m sure everything there was checked. No one came back,” the taller man said.

“I’m sure everything was checked,” Alex said. “But I’m worried not everyone was. Just in case someone was missed, I wish to go test them as well.”