Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Chapter 2189 Great Flower Guild

Alex traveled to the many cities of the island and finally arrived at the Great Flower City where the Healing Festival was taking place.

It was a massive city with a festive atmosphere all around, and lanterns and paper flags hung all around the place. People walked all around, wearing impressive clothes.

There were still 5 days until the festival was supposed to officially start, but it seemed people were already getting into the spirit.

Colorful clouds flew around from time to time and Alex could hear drums and zithers being played in the distance, probably in celebration of the festival.

They had reserved a place for themselves long ago and were heading there at the moment. Had they not done that early on, there was a very good possibility that they would not find a place to stay.

Silvermist could probably use his name to get a place for himself, somehow, but that was not something he liked doing.

They reached the courtyard and rested.

The Great Flower City was home to the Great Flower Guild, the guild that the first Alchemy God created. This was not his home, but it was the place where he spent most of his early life before he became the Alchemy God.

Because of this city’s importance in regards to the Alchemy God, the guild that was here also held within it information about the Alchemy God’s life. A museum of sorts.

Alex planned on going there tomorrow morning when the exhibition started.

He had been rather disappointed the past 40 days. Having arrived at the Alchemy God’s birthplace, he was sure that he would learn more about him. But it had taken this long for him to learn anything other than what the man’s name was.

Zhu Xiaohua.

At least, he was going to learn about it now.

He was also disappointed about the severe lack of minor inheritances left behind by the Alchemy God, but that was not something he could be disappointed about for too long. The man had met an untimely death, so he couldn’t hold it against him.

Not to mention, he had received the main inheritance. Still, he hoped to learn where the other two treasures of his were soon. Treasures of that much worth could not remain away from humanity for too long.

The next day came around and Alex excitedly left the courtyard to go to the Great Flower Guild toward the center of the two.

The festivity had increased even more since yesterday as everyone in the city celebrated. It was a festival that came around once every few decades, so it was understandable.

Alex finally arrived at the Great Flower Guild, a building that stood wide at the center of the city, surrounded by a massive flower garden. The garden encircled the guild, making it feel as though a separate place of its own within the city.

A vast crowd gathered around the guild, seemingly all here for the exhibition.

Alex looked toward them and realized that a lot of them were young people in the Immortal realm. He wondered… were they all just like him? Participants in the upcoming tournament.

The chances were high.

Alex noticed the bright orange-haired girl he had met about a month ago. The disciple of Pinkflower. Shao Humin. She had come here as well. Had they come to the city a day before too?

The exhibition started and people were taken into the guild through a special path meant only for them. As they walked in, they were stopped at a few points for a brief moment as they were placed into groups to be given a more personal experience of the archives through a guide of their own.

A young woman took charge of the group Alex was in and brought them in.

The museum was a massive hall with many things placed all around the room, covered in glasses, formations, or both. The very first thing they saw was a beautiful painting of a man sitting on a chair with a warm smile on his face.

He wore simple white robes with some blue outlines and held up his brown hair with a green ribbon. There was nothing impressive about the man, and yet everything about him was impressive.

Below the painting was a plaque that gave more information about the painting.

‘Painting of Zhu Xiaohua, God of Alchemy, by the talented Redfinger.’

Alex took a deep breath, watching the handsome man with the kind eyes. This was the Alchemy God. He had finally gotten to see him.

Alex felt a sense of fulfillment when he saw the picture. A vacancy in his mind for the past hundreds of years had finally been fulfilled. He finally knew what the Alchemy God looked like.

And… he was much younger than what he always imagined him to be.

Hearing the words ‘Alchemy God’ made him think of the man as a wise old man with long gray hair and beard. But he was a young man, nearly as young as Alex. He had lived for thousands of years, but compared to many others out there, he hadn’t lived that long.

And yet, he had managed to place himself into a status that had outshined every other individual out there. How had he done it?

“This is the first Alchemy God, Zhu Xiaohua,” the woman began explaining to the crowd. “His Majesty was born nearly 250 thousand years ago. We do not know the exact date, but that is believed to be when he was born.”

She walked away, moving to another plaque with a piece of paper that seemed damaged by some liquid with most of the names rubbed off.

Yet, they could see the Alchemy God’s name. It was one of the few ones to survive.

“He was born in a village that no longer exists. We do not know much about his younger life, but it is believed that he had a difficult time growing up. When he learned he could become a cultivator, he trained hard and chose to become a healer.”

“The Alchemy God was first a healer who took on the path of Alchemy to better his healing. He joined the Royal Sprout Guild which was just a small guild at the time and rose within it.”

She moved, going to another place. There were some dirty old books with simple bindings within display cases. The woman waited for all to see what was there before continuing to speak.

“These are accounts of the Alchemy God who went to different villages and helped heal people who could not afford to do so themselves. They called him ‘Little Flower’, a title given to him out of love and adoration from the people. He had barely any resources himself at the time and yet he helped people to the best of his ability.”

“He had nothing but talent and determination, and with just that, he made his way up through the ranks in the cultivation world.”

“He became world-renowned, helping out the people in war at the time. And then, just a few thousand years later, after a contest of Gods, he managed to do something that had never before been done in the entire world.”

“He became the Alchemy God.”