Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (1)
ck! His smile was too fucking sparkly this early in the morning. If this universe was the manhua version, he’d be covered in shiny effects… Maybe I should invent sunglasses? This near-blinding gleam had to be part of his protagonist halo or sothing. Fuck.
It seed like every year that passed, this kid beca more and more adorable. That had started to irritate recently.
Fortunately, as he went through puberty, that adorableness would turn into general-good-looking-ness. From first-hand experience, I knew his handso face wouldn’t blind with cute-sparkles. After all, his body was basically the sa as his past-life’s, so his face wouldn’t change much.
That said, this brat’s future continued to change. After all, this Little Spring was a completely different soul thanks to my intervention. As long as nothing really terrible happened, I knew I could help him grow into soone with a solid foundation both in cultivation and as a decent person… for a cultivator.
Of course, I didn’t trust this world to develop how I wanted it. Which ant that I had to be constantly on my toes. To do that, I had cranked my paranoia up to 11. This had allowed us to avoid several precarious situations; however, as a side effect, my nerves were completely on edge. But I should finally be able to relax once we reached the Alchemy Convention. Because nothing bad ever happened there. It was just fun, business, and alchemy.
“How did your lesson with Chef Garlic go?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was too excited, so I ended up not paying attention...”
“She threw you out early, didn’t she?”
He chuckled awkwardly. “I went to see Spear that Weaves and Junior Clear Eyes Mad Tongue.”
I frowned. “Are they still preparing for that long-term sect mission I warned them not to go on?”
The kid winced. “They’ve planned to head out in a month with a large group they put together.”
I pursed my lips. In my past life, everyone who went on that mission died. They eventually gave it to a group of golden core cultivators who succeeded, but that didn’t happen until a decade later.
Those two were basically alive because I changed the tiline. While their lives were their own responsibility, I couldn’t let them waste it by doing sothing stupid. Fortunately, I still had two weeks after I returned to get those two brats to quit the mission. I’d have enough ti after this vacation.
Peak Master Enduring Fla wore his strange flas like accessories. He smiled excitedly and walked over. “Martial Aunt Lin, you’re finally here!”
I nodded. “Who did you decide to bring with us?”
He gestured to a bald, middle-aged-looking man with a formation compass and a realm in Nascent Soul.
The Bald cultivator hid his irritation and bowed. “Formation Grandmaster Four Directions Eagle, greets Great Martial Aunt Lin.”
Oh! I rembered him. This guy made it all the way to Immortal Bone Creation. His skills were excellent.
“While we’re on this mission, just call Senior Lin.”
He nodded. “I set up this teleportation array and had a colleague double-check my work so we’re all good to go and we can leave at any ti.”
That may have been a hint to get on with it, but it wasn’t like we were off to cure the plague. “Are you also setting up our return formation?”
“As soon as we arrive. They want it up quickly for any ergencies.”
And that was the kind of comforting over-preparedness that was the hallmark of the Con.
Peak Master Enduring Fla grimaced. “They keep changing locations so we can never set up a platform.”
I rembered that. They did that for security reasons, but it was still fucking annoying. Eventually, the Alchemy convention would change locations to so place where the larger sects could create platforms nearby. But that wouldn’t be for another few hundred years.
Then he gestured to the group of girls throwing shade my way.
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