Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

As soon as Alex was inside the barrier, he put the vial of blood into his Soul Space. It disappeared into the Demon realm, flying directly toward something he hadn’t made use of for a long time.

“Playground, are you there?” Alex called out.

The giant tower that was once the Sundering Sanctum of the Southern Continent had been spinning around the Nine Yang Divine Tree, emulating the cycle of night and day for all things. Alex had put it to that work for as long as he had been an Immortal, and finally, he had some other use for it. A use that perhaps he had been neglecting for so long.

“I am here, master,” the playground spirit spoke up. There was no hatred in its voice, no suppressed anger. Despite being put to do something for so long, it had done so without any animosity. Maybe that was partly due to being a spirit bonded to him, but Alex was still a little surprised.

“When we first met, you recognized the White Tiger’s bloodline within me, did you not?” he asked the playground spirit.

“I did, master,” the spirit said. “How did you do that? Can you recognize any beast bloodline?” he asked.

“I can, Master,” the playground spirit answered. “I was equipped with a vast array of knowledge regarding talent and bloodlines when I was first created. It was done so to test the youngsters that were put through me as they were tested.”

Alex nodded slowly, remembering just who the person was who had created the playground. ‘He was made by Godkiller. I should expect a little more from him,’ he thought.

“I am sending a vial of blood to you. See if you can find the bloodline in the vial. It should be from a beast with a Crystal elemental Spiritual root,” Alex said, teleporting the vial into the playground.

He could not see anything, but through his bond with the playground, he could sense it getting to work. “I have analyzed it, master. The bloodline has much weak blood mixed into it, mostly humans, but there is a part of the bloodline that is from a Whitespine Tortoise, an Ice-crystal Tortoise beast with 2 sub-elemental spiritual roots.

“I see,” Alex said. “Thank you, playground.”

“I’m always here to be of help master,” the spirit replied.

“Let me know if you ever feel bothered by what you are doing. I will find some other way to do things if you do,” Alex told the spirit.

“I do not feel tiredness, master. I can do this forever so long as there is enough Qi. And there is,” the spirit said. “I stayed in a secret realm for tens of thousands of years, searching for my own master. This is nothing for me.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Alex said. “Thank you again. I’ll see you later.”

Alex left the formation and walked out with a wide grin. “I’ve got the answer.”

The young man was more than shocked to hear the answer. The fact that he got an answer was more shocking to him than the answer he got.

“A Whitespine Tortoise?” he asked.

“Yes,” Alex said. “If I’m not wrong, it’s a distant kin of the Black Tortoise. That is not a bad bloodline.”

The young man couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, senior. I will forever be grateful to you,” he said.

Alex couldn’t help but smile.

He sat back in his seat and watched the young man walk away. There was a spring to his steps now that he had found the answer.

He turned his head as he noticed someone else approaching him.

“Did you help that man?” Silvermist asked as he arrived.

“Yes, master,” Alex said. “You left your spot?” “I’ll be back. There isn’t anyone there, so I’m a little free,” Silvermist said. “How did you help the man? I didn’t know of a way to help him either.”

“Oh, it was easy. I have an artifact that knows about beast bloodlines. I had his blood tested and I received an answer,” Alex said truthfully.

“Ah! An artifact. And here I thought you were somehow better than me at this,” Silvermist said with a chuckle. “How is the rest of it going? Any issues yet?”

“None,” Alex said.

Silvermist nodded. He got a little closer next and said, “I’ve noticed a few demonic cultivators trying to get themselves healed after some problems they caused for themselves. If you ever are doubtful if someone is one, immediately report them to the members from the Royal Sprout guild that will come to watch you from time to time.”

Alex’s eyes widened slightly. “Demonic cultivators?” he asked softly. “I don’t think I’ve noticed any yet.”

“Just keep an eye out, okay? Those bastards don’t deserve our help,” he said, slapping Alex’s shoulders twice, and walked back.

Alex frowned as his master left. He couldn’t imagine that there were demonic cultivators here. What were they doing? What were they trying to get healed for?

He would have to be on the lookout.

Time passed by and many people joined the festival, coming to him for free healing. There were a few other people who wanted to know their own bloodlines too, which Alex helped them with.

He didn’t know why there was suddenly such an influx, but upon asking, he learned that someone had spread the news about him having helped the person with a similar issue, so they had all come to him for it.

Alex was more than happy to help them and the playground was more than happy to help Alex. So all in all, it went great for everyone else.

Alex still had many ingredients remaining, so he could continue doing it forever. Day after day, he stayed there, helping people. He would only leave a few hours every few days to cultivate back the Qi he had used up in that time period.

Once that was done, he was back to work. He helped people one after another and soon it was the 11th day. A third of the festival had gone by when a young woman came over to Alex.

She wore a bright white robe with slightly red hair. She stood before Alex and said, “My body hurts every time I cultivate, senior. Can you help me?” Alex was surprised to hear what she was saying. “I’m sorry?”

“My body… it hurts when I cultivate,” the woman said.

“Every time you cultivate?” Alex asked.

The woman nodded.

“And it is not a cultivation technique issue?” he asked.

The woman shook her head. “I’ve changed everything I can, but it still hurts me every time. I don’t know what to do. Can you help me?”

Alex frowned. He looked at the woman, checking her cultivation base. She was young and in the Saint realm, so she couldn’t have been cultivating for a long time.

“Has it always hurt or is it a recent thing?” he asked her.

“Kind of,” the woman answered. “It always hurt, but it was a dull pain. Then it got a little stronger when I entered the True realm, and now that I am in the Saint realm, it is unbearable. I have tried eating pills, but nothing has been of help and the healers I do visit have come up with nothing. Can you help, senior?”