A Man Like None Other

Once the alchemists had settled their accommodations, many went out to explore the island.

Medicine God Island was nothing short of a tourist attraction, complete with mountain peaks, forests, and even beaches and seas.

If it were in the mundane world, it would undoubtedly be a popular tourist destination.

Jared, Viola, and Sigurd also left their

accommodations and began to stroll around the entire Medicine God Island.

There were quite a few businesses across the entire island, but most of them involved things related to alchemy.

Some individuals held signs seeking medical advice, willing to exchange various magical items for treatment.

They probably were incapable of posting a listing on the Doctor-Searching List, so resorted to such a method in hopes of catching the attention of alchemists and consequently receiving treatment.

“I truly didn’t expect Medicine God Island to be so lively. I had always thought it was a deserted island,” Viola remarked in surprise as she looked at the street vendors on both sides of the dividing line.

“Indeed. I’ve also heard of Medicine God Island quite a while ago, but it used to be a place of exile for alchemists who cultivated demonic techniques. Now, it has become so prosperous, no longer the desolate island it once was,” Sigurd also lamented.

After all these years of development, the transformation of Medicine God Island was astounding, so it would seem that Maxence’s father was undoubtedly a

very least, he had to be an expert in governance and management to have transformed

cultivators or alchemists, everyone surprisingly conducted themselves well. Even the street vendors on both sides of the dividing line were well-behaved. There were no signs of anyone

Tribulator cultivators, fond of a good fight. Yet, these same individuals

that the rules on Medicine God Island were strict, effectively keeping

all, the people there came here were from all over the Ethereal Realm. It was

people there were looking for medical treatment in exchange

If I were to cure her, I’m afraid it would cost you at least ten purple spirit coins. Yet, you’re only offering some lousy medicinal herbs as a reward! Are you taking me for a fool? You look like an alchemist too.

and Sigurd, he suddenly heard a roar of great dissatisfaction from a

If he doesn’t have anything to offer as a reward, he can use his granddaughter instead. I must say, this young lady is quite appealing

she looks a

were gathered there, criticizing an elderly man

his face a picture of embarrassment, “I am also an alchemist, fellow cultivators. Regrettably, I’m incapable of treating my granddaughter. I’ve been here for a long time, and I truly have nothing much to offer. All I have are these worthless medicinal

distance away, Jared promptly froze upon hearing