All Chapters of Alchemist In The Cultivator World: Chapter 641
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Chapter 641
I looked at Flee beside me as we walked through the tunnel. Her expression was still downcast. The air smelled of wet rock and faint resin from the pitch we used to seal weak points. Far behind us, the sound of water striking stone counted slow seconds, regular and steady. My steps matched the rhythm without trying.Flee kept her hands tucked close to her stomach, her head drooping. Every few breaths she glanced at my shadow and then away again.I reached over and patted her head gently, smoothing the soft hair behind her ears and the small ridge where bone met muscle.She blinked and looked up at me.“Do you know, Flee? I’m really proud of you.”Her eyes widened. “What? What does Master mean?” The tunnel returned her words with a softer echo that faded into the trickle of water.“I mean exactly what I said. You’re the reason I am who I am. You’ve been such an influential part of my journey. You were my first and true junior sister, you know?”She opened her mouth, then closed it agai
Chapter 642
I had to admit that it did feel strange to hold so many leaves at once, almost immoral. Wrong, even if the leaves were sanctioned by the source.I glanced at Flee. She watched the spinning sphere with focus.“We’ll sort by thickness,” I murmured at her, already planning. “Thicker for the bombs. Medium ones for my testing. Thin for everything else.”I drew the sphere tighter. The whirling mass condensed to something the size of a barrel, then a bucket, then a fruit, smooth and firm. I felt for the point where compression would begin to damage the inner structure of the leaves and stopped there. The thrum settled into a slow pulse that matched the tree’s own cadence.I set the ball down on the soil mound. It didn’t bounce, even though it really felt like it should. That thought made me smile; what was I treating this essentially sacred artifact as? A football?It sat there and vibrated, not affected by my heretical thoughts at all, the tiny movements from the leaves keeping the layers f
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I looked at the tiny mound of leaves on my table, humming under my breath. Even though I’d only taken a tiny part of the sphere, they’d still amounted to this much.I grasped one of the leaves, staring at it intently. The surface felt cool and slightly textured, the veins raised just enough to catch on my skin when I shifted my grip. It was lighter than it looked, but there was a firmness to the midrib that promised it wouldn’t tear unless I forced it.The faint scent coming off it was green and clean, the same smell that clung around the Divine Tree—which, duh. Up close, the veins formed a consistent pattern—primary lines branching into secondary and tertiary lines in a way that matched flow diagrams I’d drawn for formation plates.I rolled the stem between finger and thumb, listening with my senses rather than my ears. There was a residual hum in the leaf, a quiet persistence that didn’t leak away like ordinary plant Qi.I had sorted them by grade earlier, chalking the brighter pile
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The leaf could source and carry, but a mortal’s body needed channels to receive and distribute. Cultivators developed meridians over time through training, pills, and guided circulation. A mortal’s—or a broken cultivator’s—body had physical vessels and nerves but no reinforced Chi channels.I could think of three ways to build meridians. First: brute-force carving using controlled Chi like a blade—fast, dangerous, sometimes effective with sturdy constitutions, too high-risk for broad use. Too much involvement from me, too, which would mean too much time taken. Second: gradual conditioning with low-dose Chi and herbs, allowing the leaf to form quasi meridians—safe, slow, not suited to wartime. Third: introduce a guiding intelligence that could enter the body and shape growth from inside—something like what I had done for Zhang.If a leaf could be a conduit, then a leaf could be the seed of a construct with a task. It would need will, not awareness. It would need enough structure to hol
Chapter 645
When Qiao Ying entered the room, he let out a soft gasp. His lord was surrounded by spirits—golden, soft, tiny spirits filling the room, chiming as they danced around Yuan’s head—and more and more were being added to their number. It felt like he’d stepped into a scene from heaven.A faint glow came from the spirits themselves, bright enough that the Chi lamp on the corner table had been turned down to its lowest notch. The walls were chalked with notes, lines and numbers stacked in tidy columns. A board stood to the right with half-erased diagrams of channels and flow rates, alongside scrawled reminders. Someone had drawn three small boxes next to a heading and filled each with a checkmark.On a bench under the window, trays of leaf cores lay in a neat grid, each covered with thin cloth to keep dust off. Beside them sat a stack of cups with lids. A cloth-wrapped bundle of tools, clamps and narrow tongs and measuring rods, had been pushed to one side of the worktable to make space for
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I nodded, and we had a full, lengthy recap, which included the fact that I was going to die. The atmosphere turned dismal again, by the time I stopped speaking. However, to my surprise, Su Lin and Cao Chen did not linger on the fact I was going to die soon. Perhaps they knew I needed normalcy right now. Perhaps they needed it too. They moved the conversation to where hands could rest and tongues could loosen without shaking.“So much has changed in such a short time,” Su Lin began. He sank onto the reed mat with a soft grunt, palms flat on his knees. He stared across the courtyard toward the old plum tub and then back to me, as if mapping the distance between the world we had lived in and the one we stood in now.“You’re telling me,” Cao Chen chuckled. He settled beside Granny Lang, forearms on his thighs. “Just a year ago, I thought I’d be stuck in that town. I thought Brother Zhang wouldn’t be healed. But then, everything changed so quickly. And everything went to shit just as quick
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When Yuan entered the room, she’d thought it was just for a visit, or to ask for advice. His earlier promise to heal her… She was not callous enough to inquire about that when the boy would be sacrificing himself a day later to the Demon God. She was at peace now, fine with passing on—if she had any regrets, it was that she couldn’t accompany Liuxiang longer.But what the boy said made her eyes widen.“Should I give it to you?” Yuan asked.“Give me what?” she responded, even as his teasing tone made her heart bloom with hope.He lifted his hands a fraction, and the air above his palms brightened. A small shape hovered there—petals cupped around a core of gentle light. It chimed once, the chime making her feel a smile spread on her face. She felt the warmth of it on her skin, not hot, not sharp, just present. A spirit. A new one. She could taste the purity of the divine tree in it, the order of that great being’s leaves focused and given a task.She knew, because she had lived long eno
Chapter 648
I looked at the spirits that had practically filled the room—hundreds upon hundreds of them, all around me. With this, I had enough not only for the mortals but also the newly awakened cultivators who needed a boost.With this, our army would have a much higher chance of surviving.I walked the room once more to count. I didn’t have to, but counting calmed the part of my mind that wanted to jump ahead. I kept a finger on the tally line along the door lintel, adding a mark every ten. The marks ran past the midpoint and to the far side. A good number. I had packed the earlier batches into unlidded cups with chalk marks—single lines for first run, double for the rechecked set, a dot for those that had passed a heat test against a lamp flame, just in case. Those stood ready on the bench. The spirits in the air were the fresh run. They pulsed faintly, in time with my breathing.I closed my eyes for one breath to fix the next steps. Then I opened them and reached for the connection I had sp
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I looked at the castle in front of me. I only had to will it once, through my connection, and the Tree of Life gently unmade the castle’s presence.The bricks separated cleanly, as if a craftsman had reversed years of labor in a breath. Mortar lines unraveled into powder that drifted down in a pale curtain and then dissolved. The halls that had once held councils and banquets opened to bare air. Window frames lifted and tipped, carried by roots that threaded through them and set them aside on the trampled grass. Flagstones slid and stacked themselves in neat columns. The great doors eased from their hinges and lay flat, undamaged.All to make it so that we could truly face the Demon God. So that the army we’d gathered would be effective. And what an army it was. Every cultivator, every person who could fight, all assembled around the palace. Everyone had come here voluntarily with only one purpose: to give this world a chance to survive.The Tree of Life stretched upward, freed from t
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A second later, the bombs leached into the Demon God, burning it in a white fury, the absence of miasma. Where it took hold, the Demon God’s surface developed pits. Yin’s alchemists built the mix so it would crave miasma the way a dry sponge craves water and so it would go inert when it found none. The pitted areas would heal slowly without a large infusion of fresh miasma.Twilight kept pressure on them to stop the Demon God from re-seeding those sections with its core. The Demon God kept screaming until it finally seemed to understand the dire situation it was in.The air above the forward ranks warped and flared. Feathers formed out of heat, then blackened as threads of miasma veined them. The eyes that blinked open were rimmed with soot. The head turned once, taking in the tree, the roots, and the armies, then fixed on me. There was recognition in that gaze. There was also the rigidness of a mind locked in orders it did not choose.The Demon God had chosen to unleash its first Div