Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy - Chapter 2332

Chapter 2332 Gratitude

"It worked?" Alex asked. While he had confidence in the pill he made, there was always the chance of failure. Because of the old man's body, there were things he couldn't foresee. And with variables abound, only when the final result was out could he expect success.

And if he were to trust the old man's words, he had succeeded.

"Yes!" the old man cried out, tears streaming down his face as though a faucet had been opened. He sniffled, feeling his own dantian where the Qi within flowed out, no longer obstructed or frozen upon exit.

It flowed through his dry meridians, filling them like a land after drought. The old man looked visibly younger as his body was enriched by Qi once again.

The old man sat down and began cultivating at once.

The aura buffeted around the old man, covering the entire room. The power of a False Divinity settled itself in the room. It felt stronger than that of a peak Immortal as well.

Alex watched the old man's scar on his shoulder easily heal as new flesh grew to replace the scar. His hair also lengthened, no longer short and white, but now long and gaining a hue of green to it.

Emerald locks filled his head very soon as his wrinkled face grew smoother as well. The old man, no longer old, looked like a man reborn.

After a few rounds of cultivation, he got up from where he sat and looked toward Alex.

"You actually did it," he said. "I can never repay you for what you have done for me here today. For all these days."

"I'm happy to see it work too, senior. I was just as worried as you were," Alex said. "Besides, this was just my half of the deal. I did it with the expectation of gaining something in return."

"And you will," the old man said. "Nonetheless, what you did is far beyond a few feathers from my tail. Alchemist Dawnblade, I shall forever be in your debt. If you shall ever need me, I will be there to do as you say."

He only needed 9 feathers, but he wasn't going to say no to the rest.

"Thank you."

"No, do not thank me," the bird said. "If there is one truth in this world, it is that I owe you now. I am the last person you need to thank. In fact, I should apologize to you."

"I'm sorry for how I treated you at the start. I should have accepted your help from the beginning. Instead, I threatened you and nearly killed you."

"I was being problematic back then," Alex said. "It was not your fault."

"You are right, but still, I feel ashamed thinking of how I treated you. Had I known you were going to be my savior, I would have never done so."

Alex smiled. "Are you going to try to break through again?" he asked.

"I don't know," the old man said. "I probably will wait. Thanks to you, I have that time now. In less than 2000 years, I would've died had you not made me this pill. But now, I can live to be 200,000 years old. This is not a gift you can give someone so easily. Thank you."

"You're welcome, senior."

Alex pulled out a recipe from his storage bag and handed it over to the old man. "While I do believe the treatment I have given you is permanent, on the small chance it is only temporary, or you somehow fall into the same issue again during your next breakthrough attempt, this is the pill you will need made for you."

"Find any Divine realm cultivator you can, and they should be able to make this pill for you."

The old man took the pill recipe. "You keep helping me, even though I can't do anything else to pay you back."

Alex thought for a moment and said, "The first Alchemy God was a man of the people, helping those he could. Think of this as me trying to follow in his footsteps."