When Immortal Ascension Fails Time Travel to Try Again Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention

Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (3)

After our line hadn’t moved an inch for several minutes, the Golden Core alchemists started chatting with the sect mbers ahead of us. Even Peak Master Enduring Fla and little Grass Sprout started talking with so of the higher reald attendees. While waiting in line was frustrating, these fellow alchemist nerds weren’t going to miss a chance to chat with their peers.

Arriving even later than we had was a group of six boisterous cultivators who strode toward us from a side path wearing a red uniform with gold accents. The strangest thing about these n and won was that they either had extra animal parts — like ears on top of their head — or their eyes and nails were similar to various powerful predators.

Normally, I wouldn’t pay any attention to that since so spiritual beasts that transform into humans, keep pieces of their animal form. But I knew, without scanning them with my divine sense, thatthese people weren’t beasts...

Because they didn’t attack on sight.

Their glares never even landed on .

Their strange condition looked familiar. I couldn’t place it. The Nascent Soul level alchemist leading the group, had long black hair, yellow highlights, and snake-like gold eyes. He also had the kind of smooth, graceful movents that so won, who were actually into romance, would call seductive. A couple of the girls waiting in line stealthily observed his overly pretty face.

A sharp bloodlust poured out of her. One of her sisters grabbed her arm. “Senior Ice Lotus Flower! I know you’re angry, but you can’t!”

“I assure you, I can!”

The third group who arrived last didn’t wear a uniform, but they coordinated enough to wear black and crimson. Their group only had one woman who seed just as vicious as the surrounding n.

Their leader appeared to be a man in his thirties with tawny skin and black hair that grayed at his temples. And when his dark gaze landed on the group with animal parts, he pulled out a sword. Three cultivators next to him had to grab his shoulders and waist to hold him back.

I think I’d heard of these assholes before, too. They were a mid-sized sect called Leashed Claws Sect and specialized in spiritual beast taming.

“Senior Alchemist Iron Fang! Not here!”