Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

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“And what if they come for us?” the chief asked.
“If they come to search for their missing people and realize that they had died here.
What should we do if they come for us?”

Alex thought for a moment.
“Don’t fight back,” he said.
“That is the only thing you can do.”

“And just die?” the chief’s eyes narrowed.
“Surely you’re not asking just to remain passive while our enemies come knocking down on our door.”

“No, of course not,” Alex said.
“I’m only asking for you and the rest to not fight back.”

As he said that, Alex brought out the Blood God’s Manual and pulled something out of it.

The chief moved back in fear when he saw the blood beast stand in front of him.
He took rapid breaths to calm himself down.
He had seen these sorts of beasts in the fight and knew they were strong.
He also knew Alex was controlling it somehow, but the fear still remained.

Alex patted the Blood Rhino.
“This is my beast.
I will leave him here with you to protect you from any threat,” he said.
“But my order for it will be simple.
I will tell it to protect the tribe from any harm that will come to it.
It will, however, not aid you in any battle you start on your own.
While limited, this beast has intelligence, so don’t think of lying to it either.”

The chief looked at the beast.
“You’re giving it to me?” he asked.

“To the tribe, yes,” Alex said.

“It must be very strong,” the chief said.
“How strong is it when compared to you.”

Alex smiled.
“If we fought, I would die every time,” he said.

“I-is that so?” the chief got scared when he heard that.
He looked towards the beast and gazed into its bloody eyes.
“I-it won’t kill us, right?”

“No,” Alex said as he pet the rhino.
“It has no reason to.
It won’t eat, sleep, or do anything.
But with time, simply by existing, it will get weaker.
At the very least, however, it will be able to protect you for the next 10 or so years easily.
I only acquired them not long ago, so I can’t guarantee much on whether it will be longer or not.”

“I see,” the chief said.
“Thank you.”

“This is farewell then,” Alex said and bowed a little toward the chief.
He then put the rhino one last time and gave it the order to protect them always.

“I hope to see you again someday in the future,” Alex said and turned around.
He jumped off of the cliff and landed in the canyon below.

He looked towards the south with the midday sun and started walking.
Scarlet flew out of her space and perched on top of his shoulder, accompanying Alex along the way.

The chief turned and returned to the tribe along with the Blood Rhino.
The rhino was going to be the sacred beast that protected them from all terror and tragedies.

The rhino stayed close to the beast’s quarters at the front of the tribe.
Every night, it would stay alert and kill any beast that would come close to the tribe.

The rhino was supposed to grow weaker by the day, and even more so every time it fought.
However, without Alex to guide it, the Blood beast would drink the blood of the ones it had killed, and with every drink, his body would not only regain the strength it had lost but also grow stronger.

Alex had no idea that this was the case for Blood beasts or else he would’ve made use of it.
In fact, he would only learn about it a few years later by accident.

Several months later, a man named Han came with many other tribes rallied behind him to go on a war against the tribes of the Blueheart Oasis.

The chief knew this was not something he should be doing, but he felt the urge to say yes since it was his heart that craved to avenge his daughter’s death, something he never got to do.

In the end, he decided to not go.
While death was uncertain, he still wanted to live a life that his daughter would’ve wished for him.
He wanted to live a life his daughter and wife would’ve wanted him to live.

It wasn’t many years later that he learned that the Oasis tribes had been defeated.
Apparently, the tribe’s strongest were missing, presumably dead, and as such the attacking tribes were able to ascertain victory, not without a few losses, however.

The chief felt pity for himself for not going to the war, but then when he learned of the people that had died in the battle, he felt that he had made the right choice.

After all, what sort of chief would he be if he wasn’t there to lead his tribe to a better life?

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