Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

Chapter 2321  Risk

Alex was already standing far enough away from that man so that he could maybe dodge if the man decided to throw out an attack. The man was just so much stronger than him that he needed to be careful at every step.

Seeing the green illusory feather appear behind the man, Alex silently activated his Spirit Reversal technique, just in case the attack was something that targeted him directly.

Alex felt something coming for him right at that moment. It was fast and it was strong. His Qi drained at that very moment, going down by quite a bit. Whatever the attack was, it was instant and it was strong.

The old man seemed surprised to see Alex stop the attack. He couldn't tell what Alex had done, just that he had stopped it. He grumbled a little, determined to kill Alex.

"Senior, before you attack again, I must warn you. My master is Silvermist. If you kill me, my master won't let you live," Alex said.

"Do I look like I care if I die?" the old man said. "Let your master come. He will see me laughing over your corpse when he does."

Alex felt the second attack crash into him. This time around, he managed to see it.

A flock of green feathers had appeared in front of the man that shot toward him at an incredible speed. Alex was quite surprised that he managed to even see what it was considering the speed of the formation of the feathers and their travel time.

It was both so fast that if he had blinked, he would've likely missed.

'So I can see Spirit attacks too,' Alex thought. 'At least, as long as they don't directly affect me.'

He was also happy that the Spirit Reversal technique was working against the old ma, but that was likely because he hadn't put any Qi into the attack. It was pure Intent combined with his Spirit.

If it were an actual Qi-infused attack, he would've likely had to use up all of his defensive treasures to run away from here. The man was just that strong.

"You say you are ready to die. Then why don't you just kill yourself?" Alex asked the man.

The man didn't attack next, taken aback by Alex's question.

"Kill myself?" the old man asked.

"If death doesn't matter to you, then why live? Why spend every day being miserable just to live another day where you want to die," Alex said.

The old man's anger was peaking at the moment, reaching an astronomical amount. He wanted to kill Alex now more than ever. Whatever happened to him, he did not care anymore. He would kill this—

"Or perhaps, you don't really want to die," Alex cut through the man's thoughts. "But you see no other avenue in your future so you want the inevitable to happen to you already. An end to the misery. You see the end of the lane. You don't want to reach it, but you know you're going to, so you delude yourself into thinking this is what you want instead."

"If you really wanted it, you would've killed yourself by now. The reason why you are still standing is because deep down, you know you want to live. Death may be inevitable in your eyes but you still want to live."

The man gritted his teeth. "Of course I do. So what?" he asked. "I'm still going to die. What am I supposed to do about it?"

"So what?" Alex asked. "You're willing to risk your life to take my life, but you won't risk it to save yours?"

"Save my life? Who is going to save it? You?" the man snickered. "You cannot save me. I have known about this fact before your great-grandfather was born."

"So you want to just give up on an opportunity because someone else failed?" Alex asked. "Have I failed you yet?"

"How would you fail me? You haven't done anything." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"EXACTLY!!" Alex shouted. "So let me try at least. Sure there is a very high chance of me failing, but what if there is a small, not entirely impossible chance of me succeeding? Wouldn't you be the one who comes out on top through that? What do you even have to lose?"

The man's face finally loosened, a deep thought clearly passing through his mind. He seemed conflicted as if he didn't want to hope. But at this point, what else really was there?

"You are a healer?" the man asked.

"Yes, I am," Alex answered.

"Fine. See if you can heal me then," the man said.

Alex finally felt at ease after the man let go of his hostility. He went back to being an old man who simply sat on the side of the porch of his own house, having given up on everything.

Alex slowly approached him. When he got close, the man suddenly looked up. Alex teleported immediately.

The man didn't hadn't moved all that much. "What are you scared about? If I were to kill you, I would've done so already," he said. "But since you claim to be a healer who can heal me if you cannot heal me, you will need to stop coming to my house."

Alex looked at him, making sure there was no hidden hostility that he was hiding just to get him close. When he finally felt safer, he approached the man.

"Come see what is wrong with me. That should be the first place where you prove your worth. If you fail to even realize what is wrong with me, you cannot proceed to complete your claims of healing me."

Alex nodded and walked up to the man, looking at him up close. At such a distance, Alex could see a lot more of the man.

He saw a lot of things such as the dry texture of his skin and the bright green in his eyes, but the thing that surprised him the most was something that peeked through the man's chest.

He had a scar.