Chapter 57- Alchemic Formula Disease

57 Chapter 57- Alchemic Formula Disease

On the Alchemy Pavilion Mountain...

Sol paused and sat down on a bench nearby, he was more than just mentally drained at this point.

He had been walking for nearly three hours but could not find the place where his Master was staying at.

Sol had asked around and he found out there was a pavilion specifically for the Headmaster of the Alchemy Pavilion on this mountain.

Sol could gather from his Master's words and the fact that he had a Special Disciple Token for the Alchemy Pavilion, that the bastard his Master was talking about was indeed the Alchemy Pavilion Headmaster.

Sol figured his Master would be there.

He also found out that this pavilion was in the Inner Mountain.

Sol thought it should have been easy to find such an important building in the Inner Mountain, but he quickly realize the Inner Mountain was huge.

That disciple who told him to just head to Inner Mountain was definitely messing with him.

'Could he not have specified the exact location?'

Sol tried asking around but all the Alchemy Disciples in the Inner Mountain were extremely strange.

They wouldn't so much as look at him no matter how many times he called out to one. They seem completely oblivious to everything around them.

That type of focus actually scared Sol quite a bit.

And worst it wasn't just one Alchemy Disciple who was like this, it was everyone Sol met.

Sol looked up from his bench to watch an Alchemy Disciple rush by in a frantic state.

He was muttering under his breath while his eyes were completely bloodshot. His disheveled hair and robes coupled with his current condition, made it seem like he hadn't slept for at least a week!

'Does this have something to do with what Brother Mar-Dule had said?'

As Sol was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of a disciple who wasn't wearing the Alchemy disciple's yellow robes.

This person was a young man that was dressed neatly in pure white daoist robes.

Sol also noticed that he wasn't acting strange like the other Alchemy disciples, though he seems to be in a hurry somewhere.

Finally finding someone normal to talk to, Sol hurriedly got up and rush towards this person.

This young man stopped in his steps and turned to look at Sol.

His expression was awfully cold, and he seemed annoyed at Sol stopping him.

"I don't have time to help you, excuse me."

"Ah, wait, Senior Brother I was just-"

Sol didn't know when he'll see someone else who can help him so he was panicking a little. This caused him to grab the person's shoulder to stop him.

However, the response of this person was to release a terrifying aura that caused Sol to freeze.

Figuratively and literally.

It felt like his body was just doused in an ice-cold river, Sol's blood circulation froze and he could feel something seeping into his bones.

However, not a second after this frigid aura began to invade his body from his hand on the young man's shoulder, his bloodline energy violently reacted to the foreign energy by erupting with power and expelling.

White steam slowly began emanating from Sol's arm and he hurriedly withdrew it from this person.

"Hm?"

It was because of this that Sol began looking around the area more closely and he found that the shrubbery and vegetation in the surroundings weren't normal either.

They were radiating extremely pure Aether, meaning these vegetations were medicinal plants and ones of the highest quality no less.

Sol sucked in a cold breath of air and his mind buzzed at the sight.

His Master never explained Alchemy to him, but he had read a few books on Alchemy. And though they were extremely outdated and probably useless in this Era, he still understood that Alchemy was a costly profession.

The price of the materials one needed to concoct pills and elixirs was astronomical. If an Alchemist could not procure these expensive materials, then their progress in the world of Alchemy would stagnate.

So most alchemists would find themselves in poverty.

Though that was just one of the extremes of being an Alchemist, the other was that one could afford such expensive materials and would go on to concoct well-sought-after medicinal pills in the cultivation world.

Those alchemists could make an absurd amount of money then.

It was because of this type of dichotomy that there was this famous saying in the cultivation world about Alchemy...

'Become an Alchemist if you want to see yourself become poor, but live as an Alchemist if you want to see yourself become wealthy.'

The saying itself was contradictory, but nothing else could describe being an Alchemist more than this could.

After staring at all the colorful but unfamiliar medicinal plants for quite a while, Sol finally decided to walk towards the entrance of the pavilion.

But after mustering up the courage, Sol raised his foot and walked towards the double doors before he pushed them open.

18:11

"Hello Senior brother, my name is Sol and I'm here to... uhh...'

Sol tried to address the alchemy disciple who was standing at the door, but his words couldn't help but trail off as he saw this young man who look around the same age as him, muttering to himself while biting his nails.

His eyes were red and they seem unfocused as he stared off into space.

"Are... Are you okay?"

Sol tried to ask, but instead of responding the boy merely turned towards him and blurted out words that Sol couldn't understand.

"W-What? Green Silver grass? Fire Lily Essence? Wah-I don't understand what you're saying."

Sol was so frightened he hurriedly took several steps away from this boy.

After some time of muttering incomprehensible words, the boy seemed to reach a breaking point as he clutched his head and ran off screaming at the top of his lungs.

Sol stared wide eyes as this happened, but then a cold chill went down his spine.

"This-Just what is this place? All the disciples here are crazy. Brother Mar-Dule really wasn't lying. Perhaps there is some disease going around that's affecting all the disciples?"

Sol's speculation wasn't that far off from the mark really, just that it wasn't a normal disease but rather... an Alchemic Formula Disease.

After saying this, Sol hesitated on whether to enter the pavilion.

But after mustering up the courage, Sol raised his foot and walked towards the double doors before he pushed them open.

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