Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (4)
Once we’d gone through the line and collected our jade Con badges, Lina returned.
“We apologize for the inconvenience earlier. Our Guest of Honor, the Azure Pill Sage, had difficulties and accidentally held everyone up.”
Ah… I rember that stuck-up asshole. He invented so decent hand seals. Everyone had fawned all over him in my past life because of them until a group of researchers developed sothing better. Though they based a significant portion of their research on his seals.
“Although we cannot give you back the ti you spent in line, I thought you might like your own personal map of the convention. Every building and shop is listed on it.”
Grass Sprout nodded. “This should save us so ti.”
As soon as I received my map from Lina, I set out to morize it. An old habit I’d picked up from visiting the parks in my past-past life.
The egg-shaped island wasn’t large. The half to the east was rely noted down as untad land. It probably had beautiful trees, bushes, and wildlife. anwhile, the west side had the convention buildings. The nearest structure to the untad area was the Grand Lecture Hall, that could fit a few thousand.
Four smaller halls nad after famous alchemists flanked it. A few lessons were taking place in them later this week by masters I’d never seen before. I looked forward to hearing them. They might even share concepts that would boost my understanding of alchemy even higher. Or they’d be completely off.
The Grand Lecture Hall was where I’d hold my money-making lesson. I had even spent a few days preparing for it — mostly so I wouldn’t sound like the ti traveler I was.
According to the schedule they gave , I would begin later tonight. This left about five hours to roam around the shop and lodging area. I needed to hurry and trade for so rare spiritual herbs and pick up souvenirs for my juniors. Poor Unyielding and Early Rise Swift Brush deserved a little sothing for the trouble they’d go through due to my absence.
Whatever ss Little Spring was about to start would hopefully occur after my speech. If it led to us getting kicked out before I earned our cultivation resources, I might murder that brat... with more training.
According to the map, all the shops were located west of the lecture halls. Since our Indomitable Will Sect needed to show off — especially after the demonic infiltrator incident — we’d set one up as well.
Further west was a teleportation formation area. This was a place that allowed groups to set up an exit that could also be used in an ergency. Not that the convention expected one to happen.
With a nod to Enduring Fla and myself, Four Directions Eagle left for that area to set up our array.
After that there was the entrance — our current location — then the teleportation zone where we first arrived, and finally the harbor.
The map of the island was well-made. It was good for those kids who didn’t have a Nascent Soul level divine sense. Not that I could use mine at that level just yet, because I needed to keep the seal on my soul intact.
Little Spring looked up from his own map and studied the colorful orange buildings. He practically vibrated with energy… Maybe I should bring him to see the sights before he runs around making a ss of the convention. That way, he could co to appreciate it. Then, if he accidentally destroyed it, he would feel that much worse. That could be a valuable lesson for a main character.
I hoped that teaching this little protagonist to appreciate the beauty of different places would mitigate so of his possible destructive tendencies. While I hadn’t noticed anything from Little Spring yet, I’d read too much Xianxia in my past life to not know how everything they touched could get obliterated as long as it benefited them.
Even Bloodsword would go around destroying every secret realm or sect resource that asshole went to. One reason I disliked that reprehensible ass bucket so much was because of the destruction he left on his path toward immortality. He’d consu resources and leave nothing behind for future generations. Okay, that wasn’t entirely fair. He left so things when the assets belonged to soone. But then, his reparations were only beneficial to the owners and not the people who needed the tools.
For example, a fellow Daoist had a one-of-a-kind spiritual tool that removed harmful foreign energy from the body. He’d originally purchased it to help cure his sister. Sadly, while it did what it was supposed to, the energy she had in her body wasn’t foreign, but part of her special constitution. He started renting it out to save up contribution points to buy her dicine. At one point, I had been injured and needed it. I even paid the man, but before I could get my hands on it, Bloodsword grabbed the tool and accidentally destroyed it.
Now that I thought about it, it probably had sothing the space could use to upgrade or sothing that activated his special constitution... The kid should probably try to find it.
But, once that one-of-a-kind spiritual tool broke, Bloodsword compensated the man by having Violet Pill Fairy make his sister a treatnt plan for her condition... Which was great. Fantastic, even.
And it left high and fucking dry!
To take care of my injury, I had to spend months developing a technique to remove foreign energy from the body. It was actually the sa one I used to cure Little Spring when he almost died from lingering Ascendant Beast energy.
“Where are we going first?” Little Springs’ voice brought out of my contemplation.
“We should help set up our store.”
Enduring Fla frowned. “No need. You’re still young. Why don’t you take your junior brother to look around?”
I blinked. “Are you sure?” I an, that was my plan, but...
“Absolutely. With your map, you won’t get lost and no one here would dare hurt you.”
Lina nodded. “The Alchemy Convention has the best security, so nothing bad will happen.” She paused and showed us a brilliant professional smile. “Keep in mind that your lecture will start right after our Guest of Honor’s speech. Because the association appreciated your work with the Demonic Vine Plague, they reserved seats for you and your sect for his lecture.”
Wait a second... The Azure Pill Sage had been insanely popular for decades around this ti. His lecture would be completely full. So if I could keep all those people there… that would an I would earn a couple thousand high-tier spirit stones!
It was a good thing I knew just what to say to those alchemy nerds to get them to stay. Then all of those cultivation resources would be mine! Muahahaha!
That could last through Golden Core! I absolutely had to keep everyone there.
“I’ll be there if I have ti.” I’d already heard his lectures in my past life, so I wasn’t that interested. “But I’m sure my fellow disciples would love to hear it.”
***
“We didn’t even want your tea,” the panda-eared guy said from just outside the line. “Our Senior Alchemist here just wanted so spiritual cakes, but from what I can see, they’re not worth it.”
Another black-robed security person arrived, but this one stopped a teahouse employee from jumping on Panda Ears.
I smirked at their bad luck.
“Don’t look so high and mighty,” the Brewmaster said while looking at .
What? What did I do?
“They may have ruined the scent of my tea, making it impossible to get the full effects, but you…” He closed his eyes as if rembering sothing horrible. “Your cleaning technique made my brewed tea vanish!” His eyes bulged larger than Chancellor Gowron's in those Star Trek s from my past-past life. “And that had been the most perfect tea I’d ever… And no one had the chance to taste it!”
His eyes blinked like he had stopped himself from tearing up.
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