Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

“Should I get rid of all the remaining barriers in my mind and accept Alchemy God’s entire Inheritance?”

The Alchemy God had placed layers of knowledge behind some sort of barrier to stop his inheritor from learning everything at once. Every time Alex broke through, he got some more information from the Alchemy God.

He understood that the layers were hidden behind Intent. Alex could theoretically get rid of those Intents that hid the knowledge from him and learn everything at once. He didn’t entirely understand how it worked but… he could certainly try, right?

Alex took a deep breath, stepping back from everything.

He moved away from the memories, the puzzles, the inheritance. He needed to think what he was doing.

‘No, I’m being impulsive,’ he thought. ‘I am trying to get somewhere faster because I cannot wait. I can’t do that. I need to wait.’

He understood that he couldn’t skip through the steps. ‘I cannot afford to destroy the Inheritance in the slightest.’

He stopped himself from making a very stupid decision in the heat of the moment.

Alex took some time to calm himself and put away the book. There was information hidden in that book, but if the answer to it wasn’t something he had yet, then that meant the Alchemy God didn’t intend for him to learn it yet.

If it was to be found within the final layer of information then it was because it wouldn’t be of any help to him beforehand.

Either way, clearing the final layer of Intent wouldn’t help Alex at all. All that would do was risk him destroying the last vestiges of the Alchemy God. He couldn’t afford to do that.

He kept everything away and cleared his mind with a bit of cultivation. He cultivated for 3 whole days before he was called out by his master.

When Alex walked out of his room, it was the middle of the night. It could not have been more than 2 in the morning.

“What’s going on master?” Alex asked.

“What do you mean? It’s the day of the festival,” Silvermist said. “We’re leaving.”

Alex was a little surprised. “Is there not still time?” he asked.

“There is, but you need to find a place for yourself in the slums. Better to find a good place,” Silvermist said. “And it’s only a few hours before sunrise anyway. Time will pass very quickly.”

Alex nodded.

He hadn’t realized it, but the day of the festival had arrived.

They left not long after, making their way to the edges of the city where it no longer looked good. Alex could even compare these places to the more normal locations back in his spirit realm.

For a city in the Immortal World, that was quite the drop in quality. They arrived at an even poorer section of the city, one that couldn’t even be called a city any longer.

It was closer to being a town, or straight up just a village.

The festive atmosphere was still high in this place, but there weren’t as many people around. Most of the mortals around had been sleeping, and the only people who had come at this time of the hour were the ones who were here to help.

Anyone else would take some time to come by.

In one of the streets, covered with warmly glowing orange lanterns, Alex and Silvermist found some space. Most good locations had been taken away by other Alchemists and healers already, so they had to make do with this one.

Silvermist took up a section next to an alleyway, while Alex went further down, taking up a space in front of some sort of store that was shut down for the night.

He pulled out a large table from his Soul Space and placed it before him, before placing some chairs all around. He also set up a small formation next to him, to create a makeshift room to check patients should they need some privacy to do so.

By the time it was all set up, there was no more than 2 hours before the sun rose on the horizon. At this point, all he could do was sit and wait. He looked around at the many more people that came and began setting up their places. Their tables were more elegant, their chairs better suited to sitting. Some even created tents and began setting up things to make themselves more attractive to the people asking for help.

Alex looked at his own setup. He had prepared these tables and chairs, but maybe he hadn’t thought too much about it in the end. Would the patients be fine with just this? What if there were more than he could handle?

He looked around and calmed down a little. There were people who had set up their own healing centers at every half a street. If people didn’t find a place to stay here, they would just go away.

He was fine with that. Everyone was here to gain help after all. There was no competition.

He relaxed and waited for the sun to rise. With Whisker inside the Demon realm, he prepared the many ingredients he had gathered to be used today, all the way from common ingredients to Saint ingredients.

The Immortal ingredients and pills were something he had prepared on his own. Before the sun even rose, people had already begun gathering around the place to get help from everyone else. These people had been waiting for so long that they could not wait any longer.

A few came at a time, but soon enough the roads began filling up with more people. Not all who had come had come to get help. Some were there to simply experience the festival too.

But many had come for the free healing itself, and they were desperate for it.

The first person to arrive at Alex’s tiny section was a young couple, of whom the man appeared sick. The two were both mortals, so they were truly quite young.

The man had an issue with his hair turning white. He was not even 25, so they were worried that the issue had something to do with some illness they may have had.

Alex asked the man a few questions, trying to discern what the causes could be. There were many causes of early-stage hair graying, so he had to get to the root of the problem first.

After asking the man about his daily life, what he ate, where he worked, and similar questions, he realized that the factor was not what he ate or something environmental.

Next, he took the man’s wrist and checked if something was wrong with his body.

He immediately located the issue.

“There’s a small issue with your Thyroid gland. It’s overactive from what I can tell.” Alex pulled out a few ingredients and began making a paste out of them. Once they were a paste, he placed it into a small pouch and handed it over to the man.

“Over the course of the next month, drink a glass of water with a piece of this mixed into it. Once you finish this all in 30 days, your issue will be fixed. The gray hairs won’t become black, but the roots will heal themselves, so new hair will grow again.”