Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Alex stood still for a long few seconds, staring at the old man. He couldn’t comprehend how the old man knew about that.

“Who told you that?” he asked after a while.

“A few of my sect’s elders were killed in that attack,” the old man said. “They all died, and yet only you lived. How? Was Death really the cause of her death?”

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “I managed to survive through some technique,” he said.

“You survived Death… using some technique?” the old man asked with an incredulous look. “I will need you to teach me that technique.”

“It’s not a technique I can teach anyone else,” Alex said. “Only I can use it.”

The old man stood up. “That’s a lie,” he said. “Now, I must ask you to not tell another lie, because from how I see it, you were responsible for killing my sect members, and somehow got them to blame it on Death.”

“Either you must prove your words and teach me the same technique, or I can only take it that you were the one that killed my sect members.”

Alex couldn’t help but frown at this point as the old man was beginning to grow hostile toward him. The mood inside of the room had shifted beyond what Alex could control.

“I am not lying. I cannot teach you my technique. It is a physique and no one else but me can learn it,” Alex told the old man.

A spear flew out of the old man’s Soul Space, a thing made up of a dark-gold metal, gleaming with a soft orange hue coming from the well.

The old man pointed the spear toward Alex. “You have one last chance. How did my sect members die, and how did you survive?” he asked.

Alex pulled out his own spear at this point, ready to fight.

Before he could do anything, the old man dashed instantly, the spear coming toward Alex.

Alex could only watch the spear come toward him, the old man’s speed far greater than what he could expect. He had already expected someone old from the Endless Night sect to be strong, but based on the old man’s single dash, Alex was certain of his strength.

In a head-on fight, Alex would lose.

Alex could teleport away, dodge the attack, and retaliate, but the chances of defeating the old man were low. He would be able to react to it easily.

Whether he fought or defended, the chances of him coming out victorious were very low. So, in the moment before the spear hit, Alex made his decision.

He let the old man understand the truth.

At the last moment, the spear moved ever so slightly. The spear that had been aiming for his heart this whole time pierced through his left shoulder.

Alex looked at his wound and then at the old man. The old man stood still, his arms on the spear and a confused look on his face.

“Why didn’t you dodge?” he asked.

Alex grabbed his clothes and ripped it open, revealing his white skin underneath that he always hid in Hell. The spear had gone through his shoulder and come out of his back plates.

Alex then grabbed his spear. “You asked for the truth, and I’ve given you the truth,” he said as he ripped out the spear himself. “Witness the proof.”

Blood spurted out of the hole where the spear came out of, flowing rapidly down his torso. However, before even a second passed, the hole began to close back up at a visible rate.

Before the old man’s widened eyes, Alex’s shoulder was healed to a point where no one could even tell where the wound was anymore.

“H-how…?” the old man asked.

“My physique,” Alex answered. “I can heal from any wounds.”

The old man was out of words. He stood still with the spear in his hand still pointed forward.

“I did not kill your sect members,” Alex told him again. “I was attacked, the same as them. However, unlike them, I heal.”

“No,” the old man said. “Death wouldn’t have left you wounded. She would’ve killed you outright.”

Alex sighed. He reached for the old man’s spear and grabbed it. And as the old man watched, he swung back his head and slammed it forward onto the spear’s tip.

The spear pierced through his head, coming out the back.

The old man watched in stunned silence for a few seconds before he heard a voice saying, “You should pull it out quickly.”

Only then did the old man react and pull his spear back out of Alex’s head. He watched closely, not daring to believe what he knew was going to happen next.

And even as he didn’t wish to believe it, it happened nonetheless.

The hole in Alex’s head filled up, bones and muscles filling the wound like water filled a hole. When the hole was fully patched up, Alex got up off the floor.

“There. Is that proof enough?” Alex asked.

“You… died,” the old man said.

“And I came back to life,” Alex said. “I die and I come back. Death killed me, just as she killed everyone else. But I came back. I… cannot die.”

Only then did those words register for the old man. He took a step back, his spear vanishing from his arms. “How… how is it possible?”

“As I said, a physique,” Alex said. “It allows me to heal even if I die.”

“If that’s true… then that’s an impossible physique,” the old man said.

Alex shrugged, not bothering to explain anything anymore.

The old man was lost in his thoughts for a while before he looked back up. “Then… you did not kill my sect members?” he asked.

“No, it was Death,” Alex said with a sigh.

“What about the disciples of that one sect?”

“The Hell Warrior sect? I killed a few dozen of their members who tried to trap me. But their overall massacre happened at the hands of someone else. The Witness would have proven it, but sadly he died in that attack as well.”