Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The sect master stopped to turn around and by that time the man had already approached them.

The old woman stopped as well with a huge frown on her face. “We’re too late,” she said softly so that only Alex could hear it.

Alex could only feel fear at the words she just spoke.

His eyes moved toward the newly arrived figure as he tried to figure out who he was exactly. However, he had never seen a person like this.

It was a mad man with white hair that was so unkempt that it looked like he had just recently been shocked with electricity. His eyes were rabid and pained and angry and mad, making every single person in front of him feel unease.

Alex could see a small section of his neck that looked as if it had been burned, but other than that he could see nothing from the yellow robe he wore that also seemed to have been burnt in many places.

“Did you try to take him away from me, little girl?” the man asked.

The old woman didn’t say anything. Her only thought at the moment was to save Alex somehow. But no matter what she thought, she didn’t see a way out of it.

Even if she somehow arrived at the Intercontinental Teleportation formation with Alex and had the spirit veins readied to teleport him, the man would still arrive and take Alex away.

He was strong enough and mad enough to do that.

“Who are you, senior?” the sect master asked apprehensively.

“Hm? Who are you?” the mad man asked.

“I am Bai Qiyi,” the man said. “The sec–“

“He’s a young man who recently entered the Saint Soul realm,” the old woman spoke before the sect master could introduce himself properly.

“A young blood, huh? Hehe, no wonder you don’t know me. Still, I would’ve thought she would’ve told you by now,” the mad man said.

The sect master turned to look towards the old woman, looking for answers, but all he saw was a frown on her face.

“How the hell am I supposed to tell him anything? You made sure to shut our mouths with the oath,” the old woman said.

“I did?” the mad man asked. “Right, I did. I’m getting forgetful. Well, I free you from that oath then.” The man shook his head and turned toward the old woman again.

“Now, I must ask where you were thinking of going with the young man there,” the man asked. “Surely, you were not trying to send him away, right?”

“N-no,” the old woman said.

“Good, now hand him over so that I may leave,” the man said.

Alex watched in horror as the old woman handed him over without putting up a single fight. Even the sect master was horrified at how easily she was letting go of the young man that she previously said would become their savior.

The mad man caught Alex and looked at him with a feral face. “You brought out the Pill cloud, didn’t you?” the man asked. “What happened to the pill you made?”

“My pill? It… it was destroyed,” Alex said.

“Hmm… no worry, you will have a lot of time to succeed now. I will teach you exactly how to succeed. Let’s go.”

The mad man then moved at an incredible speed away from there, going back east where he had come from.

The speed was so fast that Alex started feeling dizzy. The man had no qualms about putting Alex in danger with the speed he was moving in.

The State of Re became a blue as in just a minute, they crossed over half the Northern continent, arriving at the bay that was at the south of the Dong and Shuang Border.

Alex saw the blue water zipped past him as a sharp ringing sound entered his ears. He looked up front and saw a million different lightning strikes fall from the clouds.

Alex realized where he was going.

The Lightning Peninsula.

* * * * * *

The old woman hovered in the sky with a look that was hard to judge.

The sect master looked at her with an angry look on his face. “Why did you give him up so easily? The least you could do was try and fight,” he said.

“We can’t,” the woman said. “There is no way for us to win against him.”

“You could’ve at least tried,” the sect master said angrily.

The woman suddenly got angry as well. “You think we haven’t tried? Do you think we haven’t spent the last thousands of years trying to find a solution to kill him? We’ve tried and we’ve failed. Dozens of us have died in the process. We can’t beat him at all.”

“Fighting him means dying. Do you want to die?” the woman asked.

The sect master’s anger softened a bit when he heard that. “You’ve fought him many times?” he asked.

“Yes, not just us. All the other ancestors from the different sects too,” she said. “We’ve been trying to kill him all this time, but it is just impossible.”

The sect master frowned. “How strong is he?” he asked. “Is he at the Peak of Saint Transformation realm?”

The woman shook her head. “No,” she said. “He’s stronger than that. He’s a False Immortal.”

“A False Immortal?” the sect master’s eyes went wide in shock. “Does he live in the Northern Continent? How come I do not know about him?”

“You do know about him,” the old woman said. “You only think he’s dead.”

The sect master’s eyes narrowed when he heard that. “Who is he?” he asked.

The answer the woman gave to that question sent the sect master’s mind reeling with a million thoughts.

“Xue Kuangren.”

* * * * * * * *

The madman somehow dodged through all the lightning bolts and arrived at an underground palace that was massive.

He let go of Alex there and only then did Alex could try and hold in his dizziness. It took a few seconds, but the fact that he could get dizzy as a Saint realm cultivator went to show just how fast the old man was.

Alex stepped a little back and thought of teleporting away when he sensed something. ‘Something’s wrong with space here,’ he thought. Teleporting away would be harder, not to mention useless with the man in front of him.

Alex was about to ask something when the old man shouted. “Everyone! Come out!”

Alex wondered what was happening when one by one, men and women all walked out from inside various rooms in the underground palace.

Alex looked surprised when he saw nearly 120 different people, all of whom were of various different ages, from young to old.

“H-How can we help you, senior?” one of the old men asked.

“How many of you here can consistently make Immortal Grade pills?” the mad man asked.

The people looked around, but none of them said anything. Alex realized that the 120 different people here were all alchemists. ‘So many,’ he thought.

“Can none of you consistently make Immortal grade pills yet?” the man asked.

The men and women could only shake their heads in response.

“Very well,” the man said. “I don’t need any of you anymore.”

His hands moved, and the 10 dozen alchemists were shredded to many pieces. Alex fell back in shock as the blood and guts of the different cultivators fell to the ground in front of him.

His fear reached its peak as the madman turned toward him. And the mad man smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. You are the only one that can help me. You are the only one that can make me pills to heal my wounds.”

Alex heard him, but the words barely reached him. His fear made sure his primary thought was regarding his own survival.

As he thought that, his eyes fell on something he had seen before.

On the old man’s yellow robe, there was an insignia he had seen somewhere before. It was a snowflake.

He remembered where he had seen that insignia. He had seen it back in the Silvermoon city, on the chest of the disciples that wore golden robes.

“You’re from the Snow Immortal sect?” Alex asked in surprise.

“From? Haha, I am Xue Kuangren, the sect leader of the Snow Immortal sect,” the man said.

“Xue Kuangren…” Alex had heard of that famous name before.

After all, this was the sect leader that had brought forth the destruction of the Snow Immortal sect nearly 8 thousand years ago.