Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Chapter 3452: Bladedance Brags

The room suddenly went silent as all eyes fell upon Alex.

Alex turned toward his master, a look of pure horror filling him. “Uhh… master?” He couldn’t imagine why she would reveal something so important so simply. Was she really that drunk off a single cup of her wine?

“What?” Bladedance asked, seemingly unaware of her own folly. It took her a moment to figure out why Alex had the expression that he did, at which point she started laughing.

“Don’t worry,” she quickly said. “Moonspirit has likely already figured it out. Even if he hasn’t, he will once you start going through the specific records.”

Alex turned toward the Wine God.

The old man gave a half-smile. “Well…” he began. “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but since you have, I did have my suspicions already. Although, I cannot imagine how it is even possible for such a thing to happen given the requirements I am aware of.”

“We don’t know either,” Bladedance said. “We’re trying to figure that out as well. I hope you are willing to let us go through those records.”

“Please, be my guest,” Moonspirit quickly said. “Every piece of knowledge I have gathered is there for it to be passed onto someone else. Way too much has been lost in the annals of history, and more than that through the destruction of the war. My humble self has only managed to save some of it all, and if I don’t give others the chance to learn from it, I will have failed myself.”

Bladedance smiled. “I’m glad,” she said, presenting her empty cup. “For now though, let me enjoy this moment. I do not want to ruin this moment with any talk of work.”

The Wine God laughed and poured some more wine into the empty cup. He sipped his own cup, forgetting himself in the moment as well.

Alex was glad that the conversation had moved along for now. They were so ready to feed him the wine just earlier and now they had completely forgotten about it. That was for the good since he didn’t want the slightest chance of him losing his senses enough to free the Sun God.

As Bladedance drank more, she grew more honest with her words and began talking of her time in Hell. She began with how Purplerain had caught her off-guard, how he had worked together with the others that called themselves Slayers to send her to Hell.

She spoke of her time in Hell and how she was a mindless killing machine that had only finally come to her senses when Alex brought her Creation.

“And you decided to make him your disciple after that?” the Wine God asked.

“Shortly afterwards,” Bladedance said.

Alex sipped on his wine to the side, listening to it all.

“I’m surprised that you decided that. I wouldn’t have thought the young man to be worthy of being your disciple,” the Wine God said. “I’m sorry if this is rude, but an alchemist doesn’t tend to make for a good swordsman, do they?”

Bladedance chuckled. “If you asked me before I met him, I might have said the same. You can either focus your attention on either one of the arts. But…” she turned, looking at Alex.

“Can you believe that this young man, who had barely reached the Immortal Origin realm, had a Sword Domain already,” she said.

“A Sword Domain?” the Wine God looked surprised. “I suppose I have underestimated him then.”

“You surely have. And guess how old he was when he formed his Sword Domain,” Bladedance asked.

The Wine God narrowed his eyes, lost in a bit of thought. “If my memory serves me correctly, the young man was barely 500 years old when he participated in the Alchemy Tournament, wasn’t he?”

“I don’t know,” Bladedance said. “How old were you when you joined the tournament? Don’t lie.”

“Umm… about 250 years,” Alex answered.

The Wine God gasped and so did his son.

“250? At 250 years old, you managed to not just take part in an alchemy tournament but also come out on top? How is that possible?” the man asked.

“You can ask him that later,” Bladedance said. “First guess.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Uhh… he was sent to Hell 50 years after he joined, and according to the Storm God, you all didn’t escape until another 250 years later. He must’ve learned his Sword Domain somewhere in between. So I’m going to guess… 400 years.”

He turned toward Alex for confirmation.

Bladedance giggled. “Wrong.” She turned toward Alex. “Tell him.”

Alex paused for a moment, thinking about the time he had learned the Sword Domain. The first time he used it was against the Dragon Emperor, so he had truly learned it during the few years after that battle.

“It was about a decade before my 100th birthday.”

The Wine God’s face froze in that moment, carrying a look that was somewhere between surprise and disbelief. “That’s… that’s not possible, right?”

Bladedance let out a boisterous laugh. “You understand my predicament now, don’t you? He keeps surprising me just the same. He’s so talented I simply couldn’t go without making him my disciple.”

The Wine God slowly nodded. “You have found yourself an incredible disciple, senior.”

Alex didn’t know how to react to the constant praise that was thrown around, so he simply looked down at his cup and drank it, losing himself in its taste.

Bladedance continued talking for a while before the topic of her conversation steered back toward something she really wanted to know.

“Do you have any information on either Purplerain or Starsight yet?” she asked.

“I’m afraid not, senior,” the Wine God said. “I’ve looked for what I could find, but the last anyone heard of them, they were in the Fatekeeper’s palace. However, they left without alerting anyone, and now they’re impossible to find.”

Bladedance grumbled. “Fine. Then I can only employ the help of the rest of the Fatekeepers,” she said, taking a full swig from her cup. “I just wish I could cut him in half right now so I can take back my title.”