Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Chapter 2188 Whitesong

Far away in the God’s Domain.

A middle-aged man with soft white hair sat around a round table. He had an average body, perhaps even considered weak-looking with fair skin and no facial hair. He wore a deep green robe, seemingly with grasses growing out of it.

He was surrounded by two dozen Alchemists who had come here from all over the world.

Only a single person sat in the room, a woman with peach-colored hair wearing auburn robe. She stood next to the man’s chair, noting down everything that was being said.

“How about we test them to see if they can gather ingredients from one of the Alchemy gardens but instead of them going in, they would have to send a pet of theirs in,” one of the women said.

“I don’t know. I don’t believe an Alchemist necessarily needs to be good at conveying information to someone else to do his job,” he said. “He should just send someone who knows about the ingredients to get it.”

“Then Your Majesty, how about one of the contests be about pill making, but you have 2 alchemists work together to make the same pill?” an older man asked.

“Two alchemists working together? That sounds… annoying. Could be a good way to check how good they are. Little Mo, mark that one as it has some potential there.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the woman next to him said.

The others spoke too, giving some ideas they had thought of for the upcoming tournament, all for the white-haired man to judge their ideas.

They respected him and revered him for who he was. For he was the Alchemy God, Whitesong.

Whitesong listened to everyone for a while taking in all the ideas diligently. He needed this tournament to be popular, to be something everyone looked forward to.

It was not just for his sake but for everyone’s sake.

The ideas were nice, and one even caught his curiosity. But before he could pursue it, he suddenly realized something and stood up.

“Please continue giving your ideas. I will have little Mo deliver it to me later on,” the Alchemy God said and quickly walked away out of the room.

Two guards wearing deep green robes followed the man as he walked down the pristine hall of his palace filled with a deep aroma of pills and ingredients.

He arrived at another wing of the palace where the guests lived. This section was one with little to no servants, and no one else, including his own subordinates, was allowed in this region unless called for.

The guards stayed behind as the Alchemy God made his way to one of the guest rooms.

He knocked on the door and walked in. Inside was an immaculate bedroom with a large bed and couches to the side, and beautiful drapes covering the open window on the other side. A woman sat on the couch with a man opposite her, sipping on some tea.

The man had long black hair tied behind him. He wore a cheap-looking black robe and no jewelry at all. His face seemed rugged with freckles, but he was not a man to care about looks.

He seemed the complete opposite of the Alchemy God.

The man turned to look at the Alchemy God. “I see you are doing well, Song,” he said.

“Rain,” the Alchemy God gave a small nod in greeting. “I did not expect you to have arrived in my realm this early. I had believed you wouldn’t be coming for another century or so until the tournament was over.”

“Don’t worry, I did not come at a whim. I come bearing a message,” the man said. “He has returned. We can stop the search now.”

“He?” the Alchemy God asked curiously. He had no idea what the man was talking about.

“The Sky God’s disciple. He has returned,” the woman said, not turning her old face to him.

The Alchemy God’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure he has returned?” he asked.

“Yes,” the man said. “The Sky God has called on the Court of Gods. We might end up discussing the items that have gone missing and what have been brought back. I was over at Divine Sanctuary realm when I heard the news, so I came as quickly as I could. The news should be coming any time now.”

“The Court of God is being called?” the Alchemy God asked. Since he became the Alchemy God, the Court of Gods had only been called once, and that was just a thousand years ago when the incident occurred over at the Sky God’s Palace.

“Are you going?” the man asked him.

“Me?” the Alchemy God puzzled. Could he go? He couldn’t. “No, I have my duties here. I cannot leave anywhere until the tournament is over.”

The man shrugged. “I guess only we will go then,” he said.

The Alchemy God frowned. He walked up to the couch and sat down. The woman took the teapot and poured some tea for the god. She was a very old woman with gray hair, but it wasn’t as white as his. She wore an intricate white and black robe with a mark on her left chest of a hand holding onto an hourglass.

“Yes, I am going too,” the woman answered before the Alchemy God had a chance to ask.

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“They will need me to confirm things for them,” the woman said. “No, the other Fatekeepers won’t do. They are not as good as I am.”

The Alchemy God sighed. “Will you let me speak first sometimes?” he asked.

The woman smiled. “I just did, your majesty.”

“I need you here for the tournament. You promised me that you will help me,” the Alchemy God said.

“There is plenty of time, Song. I will take her to the Sky God’s palace and come back in time for the tournament’s start,” the other man said.

“You better, Rain,” the Alchemy God said and laid back to relax. He sipped on his tea, feeling his fatigue wash away.

“You seem tired. Surely this isn’t that difficult,” the other man said. “You know you can just delegate your tasks to your subordinates, right?”

“No, I cannot rely on them for this. This is too important for me,” the Alchemy God said. He turned toward the woman and asked, “Have you seen anything yet, senior Star?” “Nothing concrete,” the woman said. “As they say, it’s anyone’s game.”

The other man stood up. “We should leave now. There’s no telling how long they will wait before starting the court without us.”

“I am ready to leave,” the old woman said and stood up.

“You’re leaving already?” the Alchemy God asked.

“Yes. Don’t worry, we’ll be back in time,” the man said and gestured goodbye before walking away.

The woman was ready to walk away too, but she stopped for a moment. “Do you have any words for me to relay to your brother?” she asked.

“Nothing,” the Alchemy God said. “Just tell him to learn to be patient sometimes.”

“I will. Goodbye, your Majesty.”

The woman walked away, leaving the Alchemy God alone. He stared at the tea for a while and sighed. Then, he sipped it all in one single motion and walked away from the room.