The Man's Decree

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.

of development, the transformation of Medicine God Island was

he had to be an expert in governance and management to have transformed Medicine God

or alchemists, everyone surprisingly conducted themselves well. Even the street vendors on both sides of the dividing line

many of those roaming the streets were Tribulator cultivators, fond of a good fight. Yet, these

the rules on Medicine God Island

by the street vendors on both sides of the dividing line was simply astounding. After all, the people there came here were

looking for medical treatment in exchange for a

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. Don’t you

strolling down the street with Viola and Sigurd, he suddenly heard a

as a reward, he can

but she looks a bit mad.

there,

started with 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

promptly froze upon hearing that

intention of meddling in other people’s affairs and planned to bypass the crowd. But upon hearing the elderly man’s voice, he came