A Man Like None Other

“A Ninth Level Medicine God?” Upon hearing this, Wyatt was utterly flabbergasted.

Alchemists could be classified into four levels: Sky, Earth, Arcane, and Primeval. Each of these levels was then further divided into nine levels.

However, ranked higher than the Sky-Tier Alchemists were the revered Supreme Alchemists, within which the Ethereal Realm existed many.

Then, above them were the Medicine Gods. Such a ranking was something one could only hear of, not witness.

After the Celestial Batter, there had never been a Medicine God in the Ethereal Realm.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Yet, now, it turned out Medicine God Island was the very place where a Ninth Level Medicine God had fallen!

This was simply astounding.

With the fall of a Ninth Level Medicine God, one could only wonder how many treasures had been left behind.

As the saying went: when a whale falls, everything grows. Now, Wyatt was filled with regret. If only he had known, he would have gone to the island himself!

Unfortunately, it was far removed from the mainland, with inconvenient transportation and an unparalleled desolation. Surely, no one would venture there.

“Life sure depends on fate, huh?”

The man let out a helpless sigh.

“We have come up with a foolproof plan, President Chance. If we allow the people from Medicine God Island to return, it would spell disaster for our Alchemist Guild.”

Bryce spoke with a heavy heart.

“Tell your president I’ll be there shortly, Elder Sotham,” Wyatt instructed, asking Bryce to leave first.

After the latter had departed, Jared asked with curiosity, “What’s the deal about this so-called Medicine God Island, President Chance? Are the people on the island all alchemists?”

“It’s actually a desolate little island situated in the vast ocean to the west of Yannopolis,” Wyatt explained. “Centuries ago, it was home to numerous alchemists, but due to scarce resources, they found themselves unable to carry on with their cultivation. Left with no other choice, they secretly turned to the study of demonic techniques. I believe you’re aware how alluring demonic techniques are for cultivators lacking resources.”

“Yes, I am.” Jared nodded.

Typically, human cultivators honed their skills by harnessing the spiritual energy of the world, utilizing various spiritual stones, mystical herbs, and pills.

However, the cultivation of demonic techniques wasn’t limited to these resources. Blood, lethal intent, and the aura of the dead could also be utilized for cultivation-even to the extent of absorbing the cultivation of others.

With this in mind, the resource-deprived cultivators then resorted to demonic techniques, relying on consuming human blood and absorbing the skills of others to enhance their own strength.

Gradually, they turned into demons themselves.

Of course, not all of them were utterly wicked, sustaining themselves on human blood and flesh for their cultivation.

“After the scandalous actions of these alchemists engaging in demonic techniques were exposed, they were exiled to Medicine God Island by the collective decision of the various Alchemist Guilds and left to their own fate. But who would have known? After several centuries had passed, these people discovered the place where the God of Medicine had fallen, and this directly led to a dramatic surge in their powers. It seems their skills might now surpass ours,” Wyatt admitted, frustrated. “Now, these people have suddenly shown up, asking us to hold the Alchemist Fair on that island. I presume they just want to use this opportunity to humiliate us members of the Alchemist Guild!”

“Perhaps this is just destiny,” Jared commented nonchalantly.

Right now, he couldn’t definitively determine who was right or wrong, for he believed that some people practicing demonic techniques weren’t necessarily in the wrong.

In the Ethereal Realm, he had encountered numerous Demonic Cultivators, and they were a mixed bag of good and bad.

After all, the line between good and evil had become somewhat blurred in the realm. Even Jared himself found it difficult to differentiate between each side.

“Indeed, it must be.”

Wyatt smiled helplessly and nodded before continuing, “Jared, my friend, if you need me, you can visit the Epean Alchemist Guild anytime. I should be there for the next few days. Now, I must go. Until we meet again.”

“Until we meet again.”

The two men shook hands. After parting ways with Wyatt, Jared went to find Sigurd and Viola. He was sure they were waiting for him near the Teleportation Array.