Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

Chapter 2234  Prime Fighter's Arena

Pearl made his way through the city on his walk. It had been an hour since he walked out and was thinking of returning already. Going around the city was a good way to pass the time, but that was all it was.

Even if it wasn't as fruitful, cultivating might just be the best thing he could do with his time.

He looked to the sky as it rumbled with storm clouds. He could recognize the clouds to be pill clouds. He wondered if it belonged to his brother, but the aura seemed to come from another side of the town.

Pill clouds weren't that big of a deal in the Medicine world, so Pearl didn't think twice about it. Even when he was working back in Silvermist's court, he would see pill clouds every other day.

With dozens and dozens of incredible alchemists making multiple pills each day, it would be surprising if they didn't form pill clouds every day or two.

Pearl ignored the sight and continued making his way back. He had walked to the other side of the town, so he was taking a new route back.

On the way, he noticed a large tower-like structure that went hundreds of meters into the sky, the base of which itself was hundreds of meters wide.

Pearl wondered what this place was and looked for a name that he could see. He noticed some text to the side and got closer to get a full view of it.

"Prime Fighter's Arena?" Pearl thought as he read it. The word 'fight' caught his attention and he walked up the stairs and was stopped at the gate, asking for some Spirit stones to enter.

It cost 100 Immortal Spirit stones to just enter. Pearl frowned. He had that money, even a little more, but to use it to enter this place…

'No, brother is too good to not make this much in his sleep. He will earn many soon enough,' Pearl thought and paid the price before walking in.

As soon as he walked in, he was in a large lobby with a ceiling so high that he couldn't see at all. He heard excited voices all around, coming through not just one place but many others. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He found it a little hard to use his spiritual sense in this place, as though a formation was suppressing it, but that was par for the course in a place like this.

There were multiple paths leading to different sections, some even leading upward. Pearl had no idea what was going on. All he had expected was to see some fights, but he didn't know where that was happening.

There were a few people in the distance, taking some sort of medallion before walking through one of the many paths.

Pearl got curious and walked over there. "Excuse me, sister," he called out to the woman who was handing out the medallion.

The woman turned around and couldn't help but smile upon seeing Pearl. "Yes? How can I help you?"

"My apologies, but this is my first time in this place. Would you mind telling me what that medallion is for? Do I need it to watch the fights?"

"This is what you can use to bid on the fights," the woman explained. "You take one of these and register as a viewer in there. If you win bids, you can return this medallion to get back your earnings."

"Oh!" Pearl said with an excited look. "Thank you for the explanation."

The woman nodded. "Do remember that you cannot take part in the fights if you have the medallion," she said.

Pearl paused. "I can take part in the fights?" he asked. "Do I need to pay for it, or…"

"Fight registers are free," the woman said, pointing in a direction. "Go through there and you can register yourself."

Pearl nodded. If it was free, he would absolutely take part in the fights. "By the way, is it possible to earn here?" he asked.

"If you win your fights, depending on the bids, you get a small portion of the earning in return," the woman explained. "You can learn more in there."

"Thank you, sister," Pearl said with a bright smile and walked toward where he could get registered.

Registration took just 10 minutes, and that too because there was a small line. All he needed to really do was write down his name and cultivation base, and that was all they really asked for.

The only thing that really mattered to them, it appeared, was the cultivation base so they could match him against some similarly strong people.

Pearl was told which arena he needed to go to. To his absolute surprise, there were 8 arenas in total, each further separated into multiple segments to have more fights.

Pearl went to the arena on the ground floor, which was hundreds of meters wide in all directions, with over a hundred thousand seats all around. Most of the seats were filled up and the people cheered loudly for the fighters. Pearl sat on one of the empty seats toward the top and watched down at the white-marbled arena where the fights were happening. There were 8 different fighting sections with a total of 16 people fighting at once. There were many referees as well, watching the fight from all sides.

Pearl looked up toward the ceiling and saw each of the individual fights shown up there as well for a better view to the people who couldn't watch all 8 at once.

This way, it was easier to pay attention to the fights.

He looked down at the fight, watching the many people go at each other. Colorful attacks flashed all around, some using weapons, some artifacts, and some just fighting with their techniques.

Pearl looked at the medallion in his hand which noted that his battle would be the 14th one after this. Considering 8 different fights were happening at once, he didn't believe it would take that much.

There was also other information on there, which was his earnings. At the moment he had earned 0.

Since fighters weren't allowed to bid on the fights, he unfortunately could only watch the people in front of him, and not take part in it at all.

Pearl watched them, seeing who a good fighter was and who was not. He checked their cultivation base and realized that each one of them was quite weak.

This place only allowed Immortal realm fighters, so he had expected at least someone stronger, but most of the people here were in the Immortal Ascendant realm. 'I'm going to have to fight them?' he wondered.

To be fair, there were other fights happening in the upper floors too, so he would just have to advance there. The person who registered him had said that they would move him across the floors if they found him to be unsuited for any of them.

That meant both being sent up or sent back down.

Pearl watched the fights end one after another and before he knew it, it was his turn to fight. So, he got off his seat and walked onto the stage while his opponent came from the other side.