Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy
chapter-2214

The young mortals were sent around the place to meet their respective teachers.

A young woman appeared before Alex, with long blonde hair falling straight behind her, fashioning a simple white robe. Her big blue eyes failed to look at him straight on as it darted between him and Pearl. "I am the one," Alex said, clearing her confusion.

She quickly bowed.

"Greetings, Masther!"

She quickly grabbed her mouth, now embarrassed on top of being shy. Her fair face changed to a shade of red now.

Alex couldn't help but smile looking at the young lady before him. She came up to his shoulders in height but appeared young enough to still have some room to grow. She seemed healthy, neither skinny nor overweight.

She reminded him of his own daughter. 'She looks just as young as Ronron does,' he thought.

"What's your name, young lady?" Pearl asked from the side.

"I am Zhe Moyang, senior," she said quickly.

"And how old are you?"

"I will be 17 in 3 months," she replied.

"17?" Pearl asked. "Isn't that quite young, brother?"

Alex nodded, quite taken aback by her age. He knew she was young from just her looks, but he had been around cultivators for such a long time that his understanding of what a person looked about what age was quite twisted by now.

He had absolutely believed she was at least 20 years old because of all the common realm cultivators he had seen. He couldn't even have begun to think she could be this young.

He used his Spiritual sense to check her body quickly and realized that she had absolutely no cultivation base at all. It was quite weird as such a thing was close to impossible even in the lower realms.

Almost all mortals were in the Skin-Tempering 1st realm, which they accidentally ended up becoming when by simply living in a place with Qi. Even if they didn't want it, they ended up entering that realm simply by default.

The difference between a mortal without a cultivation base and a mortal in the Skin-Tempering 1st realm was non-existent in terms of physical, Spiritual, or even Qi-related attributes. There was but a single difference between the two. The Mortal had to find a way to get a cultivation base while the cultivator could simply start cultivating without wasting any time. And given the density of Qi in the Immortal realms, it was pretty much impossible to remain a Mortal anyway.

This was why Alex was surprised to see someone with no cultivation base at all.

He was about to ask her something when the Alchemy God clapped twice to get their attention back to the sky.

"You have met the mortal that you must now raise to be a capable Alchemist. As previously mentioned, the level of Alchemist they become, and that includes the grade of pill they can make, will directly correlate to how well you do overall in the competition."

"There are a few rules to be followed with this tournament as well, so listen very carefully."

"Rule number 1. Protect your new disciple to the best of your ability. If your disciples won't survive the next 50 years to take part in the competition, you will automatically get no points at all. You won't fail the tournament itself if you fail this, however."

"Rule number 2. You are not allowed to help or interfere with the disciple of another participant intentionally."

"Rule number 3. Your new disciple will follow all of the rules from the previous competitions and any changes made to it."

"Rule number 4. You cannot let your disciple go through Qi Deviation."

"There is a minimum threshold for your disciple to have reached by the end of the competition. They must be in the True Emperor realm, and they must be able to make True pills with over 80% harmony. If they fail to do this before their competition, they will fail automatically."

"Added onto all of that, if you fail to make the pill from the first contest before 10 thousand others do, they will also fail automatically."

The Alchemy God's words showed the participants how difficult the competition was going to be. Not only did they have to worry about their own competition, but also the competition their disciples were going to take part in.

The fourth rule gave Alex a bit to think about. The way it was worded seemed so simple, but the meaning was glaringly obvious to anyone who thought through things for more than a second.

They were not allowed to feed their disciples pill after pill in hopes of improving their cultivation base so much that by the end of it, they could reach a cultivation base high enough that it wouldn't matter how good the others' alchemy was. They would win solely by making a single pill.

'Teach Alchemy, help cultivate, make a pill,' Alex thought. 'Got it.'

"In a moment, we will send someone to you with a talisman that holds all of the rules for both of the competitions as well as the overall rule of the tournament. You must swear an oath to follow the rules for the 50-year duration of this tournament."

"Once all of you, your disciples, and your beasts have made such an oath, we will begin the competition."

Alex waited for his turn to come and looked around him. The young mortals all seemed rather nervous about the whole thing. He looked toward Aethersage, whose disciple was a timid young man with peach-colored hair and pointed ears that were signs of him descending from a beast.

Alex thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Aethersage, does this medallion record things that we put into our Soul Space?"

Aethersage looked toward Alex and then back at his own medallion, reading the formation on the back. He took a moment to check it all and shook his head. "Only what comes out of it. You can put things into your Soul Space without worry of it being recorded."

Alex smiled. "Thank you," he said. That was good. He could at least send things in for Whisker to do while he worked on the outside.

One of the men came by, handing the talisman over to Alex. Alex read through it to see if there was anything extra in there that he needed to know about. There was not.

He handed it over to Pearl, who looked through it quickly. They had to read the text to the young girl one by one since she couldn't read talismans just yet. Once they were done, she slowly nodded her head.

"I understand," she said. "I will follow it."

"You must speak an oath, child," the Divine realm cultivator said with a warm smile. "Your master will teach you."

She turned to look at Alex. "Repeat after me," Alex said and made the oath to follow the rules of the tournament and the contests for the next 50 years or until he was a participant.

Pearl repeated the oath that Alex said and the young girl quickly followed his words, to speak her own oath.

When the oath finally settled on the 3 of them, the girl's eyes widened in surprise as she had never felt such a thing before in her life.