Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (14/16)

Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (14/16)

::Just say it.:: Someone must have taken the fish out of the storehouse to make room for whatever these two found.

::Barrels of Demonic Soul Devouring Vines that were about to come out of hibernation.::

Motherfuckers!

Those were vines that had gone extinct centuries before I attempted to ascend. For a good damn reason. They had a unique ability to jump on a target — usually an animal, cultivator, or spiritual beast — then they would coil themselves around it like a rope before slowly removing its soul. Of course, while this was going on, the Soul Devouring Vine excreted an addictive and hallucinogenic substance that made the target happy, so it wouldn’t fight the plant, killing it until its soul was completely sucked out. But the reason why they were so noteworthy was because, unless you obliterated every single piece of them, they would grow back like mold. Fucking insidious.

The only reason the world hadn’t been taken over by them, was because they grew slowly and hibernated a majority of the time.

These evil fuckers were often used by those damned vine-obsessed demonic cultivators to remove the souls of high-level targets. The toxin that the older plants excrete even affected Peak Immortal Bone Creation experts and were perfect for their disgusting purposes.

Regardless, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, this was far above my fucking pay grade.

I started walking toward the emergency exits.

One did not fuck with Demonic Soul Devouring Vines unless one had the demonic techniques to control them or the pills that killed them. Frankly, those pills took a goddamn Immortal Bone Creation alchemist to concoct using advanced hand seals. Something this time period lacked.

Ghosty continued, ::There were enough vines to affect every cultivator at the convention and then some.::

I sped up, Little Spring followed me.

::But we took care of those by sending them into the space before they could hurt anyone. They’re currently in the time-freeze area.::

I stopped, and the kid skidded to a halt just before he rammed into me.

::You seem jumpy. Are you alright?:: Ghosty asked.

I glared down at the necklace. ::Tell me faster::

::What faster?::

::That you took care of it.::

He harrumphed. ::Well, Little Spring said that there wasn’t anything to worry about.::

And yet, the instincts that had allowed me to survive for a thousand years in this fucked up Xianxia universe were screaming at me and telling me that something was very wrong.nove(l)bi(n.)com

I put the necklace over my head and turned to Little Spring. “You told Peak Master Enduring Flame about the vines, and that you took care of them?”

He nodded.

That would explain why he hadn’t had the whole place evacuated.

“Are you sure those were the only vines?”

“Both Enduring Flame and Pill Saint Five Leaves Medicine checked with divine sense. They couldn’t find any other caches.”

I continued walking toward the exit but chose to detour to our sect’s booth. While I was there, I could tell my little junior to pack it in early, just in case.

As we neared our booth, the density of foot traffic grew. A large crowd surrounded our building, making it impossible to get close. Well, this wasn’t unexpected. We were the Indomitable Will Sect, so it was only right that we were popular.

“Let me guess, Enduring Flame left to see if he could find the demonic cultivator responsible for these vines. But he didn’t want the staff to know about it.”

“That’s right.” Little Spring sidestepped a tall man to reach my side and grabbed my sleeve. “But why would he not tell the attendants and security?”

That wasn’t hard to figure out. “He probably considered that a member of the staff could have brought the vines in. If he told them, then whoever smuggled that vicious plant inside could easily escape through a teleportation array. Since every large group here has an emergency exit ready, it wouldn’t be difficult.”

Suddenly, a rumble echoed through the island. The ground shook. Several nearby cultivators flew into the air. Their eyes grew wide with horror as they gasped in shock.

Oh, I had to see this.

I pulled out my flying sword tool and flew high into the sky before examining the landscape for what horrified everyone.

At first, I only noticed the island in the mid-afternoon light. There were buildings with orange roofs on one side and the dense jungle on the other. Rocks jutted from the water in various places and a strangely shaped, dark mountain rose up from the sea behind a tall hill.



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The mountain opened its amber eye.

That was no fucking mountain. That was a goddamn turtle head! This whole island was on the back of an enormous ascendant beast.



I hid a bunch of Foundation Establishment-level defensive talismans up my sleeve and slapped a couple onto Little Spring’s back. Assured that we’d be relatively safe, I sent a secret sound transmission to Enduring Flame. “What’s going on?”

“Senior Lin, this isn’t the best time!”

“No kidding! The convention security puppets are trying to put everyone to sleep.”

“What puppets?!”

Good to know I wasn’t the only one fooled.

“No, never mind,” he said. “Give me a second.”

The figures in the distance switched places. A storm of illusory leaves attacked a man wearing black. I assumed he got Five Leaves Medicine to take over so he could talk.

“Announce to everyone that the convention is over and that they should get to the emergency exit. Everyone from our sect needs to head back immediately. So far, we’re keeping our energy contained in this area, but I don’t know how long we’ll be able to do that. Even though he’s only a half step above us, this demonic cultivator’s ability is too overwhelming.”

If he survived this and we left without him, it would take him two years traveling at his maximum speed to return to the sect since we were a quarter of the way across the world. But there wasn’t another option. Immortal Bone Creation fights that weren’t carefully controlled could turn whole mountain ranges into flat deserts.

Since he was my junior, I had to ask, “With us gone, what will you do?”

“As a member of a righteous sect with the highest realm in our group, I won’t allow this demonic cultivator to use Senior Alchemy Island’s soul to reach the immortal Ascension stage.”

“Good. Don’t let the demonic cult have him. At all costs.”

“Yes, Senior Lin!” His voice sounded amused. I saw another flash of flames. He likely had to return to the fight.

The turtle let out a deep anguished groan that I felt in my bones. It was losing to the vine and it knew it.

Little Spring tugged on my sleeve. “Sister Lin, isn’t there anything we can do to help without putting ourselves in danger? Either for the turtle or everyone here?”

I frowned. “Who am I?”

“Fairy Lin!”

“That’s right! Of course, there is something we can do! It just won’t be much.”

He nodded. “As long as we can help in some way. I almost feel a bit responsible since none of this would be happening if I hadn’t told Peak Master Enduring Flame about the vines.”

I smoothed his hair. “If you hadn’t found them, we’d be in a worse situation later in the convention. You did well.”

Now I just had to figure out what we could do. And that needed to happen before I made the evacuation announcement since the cultivators here might be useful.

Obviously not something physical since I was still a weak-ass Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

I knew of techniques that could easily take care of this. But I couldn’t use them. I also couldn’t teach them because they were Immortal Ascension stage techniques reliant on the Heavenly Laws.

What about tools? We had the space. But it wasn’t like we could fit the whole damn turtle island inside, nor the mountain-sized vine. Which was assuming I was willing to get anywhere near it, which I was not.

We could use the space to save the people who were put to sleep. But exposing it would shout to every greedy asshole in the area — which was everyone that wasn’t a puppet — that they should kill us and take it for themselves.

What about pill recipes? There was a recipe I knew that could wipe out the Soul Devouring Vine while leaving the patient uninjured. But I couldn’t create it. I was not in the Immortal Bone Creation realm... And others couldn’t because they didn’t have advanced enough hand seals... except for one fucking person on this whole island...The asshole who selfishly asked for my time slot.

I looked to Little Spring, “Inform Peak Elder Grass Sprout and our three juniors that they should evacuate to the emergency exit.”

“I’ll warn them about the guards and Lina.”

“Also, confirm with Four Directions Eagle that he’s finished setting up our teleportation array.”

If he hadn’t, we’d all be fucked.

“Want me to say goodbye to Alchemist Ruthless Divine Medicine and White Lily?”

I grinned. “Promise that we’ll meet them at the next convention.” If there was one after this fiasco. Frankly, this was as bad as the crab mission!

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination.

“And once you’re done with that, announce to everyone on Alchemy Island that the convention has ended early and that they should leave for the emergency exits. And that any righteous sect member in the Immortal Bone Creation should help Enduring Flame with the fight against the demonic cult.”

The kid paled. “Yes, Sister Lin!”

Of course, since we were ‌ending the convention now, Violet wouldn’t get any compensation for our lecture battle. Muahahahaha! I wish I could see the look on her face once she realized that I was the only one who benefitted.

Wasting no more time, I split my mind in two.

It was time to save a fucking turtle.