Listening to the Spirit Medicine Saint’s somewhat humble request, Yuka felt like his worldview had been turned upside down.
Is this still the Spirit Medicine Saint with his eyes above his head?
Even if that thing is precious, shouldn’t he call this Tree Spirit into the Alchemy Room and then look at it with three parts disdain, three parts arrogance, three parts calmness, and one part curiosity?
Then, in a Master’s uniquely indifferent tone, say: "This thing of yours is interesting. Let the person behind you come see me. I’m very interested in him."
But now, the Spirit Medicine Saint actually came out personally, with such a humble attitude that if he didn’t come to see me, I’d go see him instead.
Is his mind still clear? Could this be a hallucination brought about by the pressure on him?
Yuka shook his head, wanting to break free from the "illusion" in front of him.
But no matter how he shook, the scene before his eyes did not change... no, there were some changes.
The Spirit Medicine Saint noticed this Ghost Horror Clan member who kept shaking his head.
"Quira! Why is this guy still here!" the Spirit Medicine Saint shouted towards the passageway to the Alchemy Room.
The next moment, Quira rushed out, swaying as he did.
"Teacher, what’s wrong!?"
The Spirit Medicine Saint pointed a branch at Yuka, his tone extremely impatient as he said: "Why is this guy still here!?"
The tone was as if saying, why has this pile of trash not been cleaned up yet.
Yuka was about to argue but was interrupted by Quira. He looked at Yuka, his voice somewhat helpless.
"Master Yuka, you should leave now."
Saying this, he gave Yuka a look, then with a stomp of his rhizome, transported Yuka out of the World Tree.
If Yuka stayed here any longer, never mind exchanging for Spiritual Medicine, even his survival would be in question.
He had already touched upon a rather large secret.
After all this was done, the mentor and apprentice refocused their attention on Lar.
The Spirit Medicine Saint continued: "Kid, I know you signed a contract and can’t say anything. But it doesn’t matter, when the master behind you took out this thing, he was already prepared to be discovered.
Or rather, this thing of his is a test, a test of my level."
Lar at this moment didn’t know what to say anymore, because he felt that anything he said now would be leaking Richard’s information.
Of course, the Spirit Medicine Saint also saw Lar’s state. He didn’t force Lar to say anything, just handed a bottle of Magic Potion to him.
"This is a potent Soul Recovery Magic Potion, the quality is very good, I hope this expresses my sincerity."
Afterward, the Spirit Medicine Saint returned to the Alchemy Room, leaving Quira to escort Lar out.
On the way out, Quira noticed Lar’s confusion.
"It seems you don’t know what’s inside that thing either."
Lar didn’t answer, and Quira didn’t care, he just replied to himself: "You should know, an Alchemist’s intermediate dream is to make the Elixir of Immortality. But, we all know that this thing is impossible.
So we settle for the second best and turn to pursue the Elixir of Longevity, which is the Evolution Potion.
And the thing you brought, what was inside was an Evolution Potion, and of a very high level, even the teacher couldn’t understand it."
While speaking, Quira had already escorted Lar to the door of the World Tree.
"Brother, you really hit the jackpot this time." He said it while patting Lar on the shoulder, "Being able to work for a great person in distress, your future prospects are unlimited."
Lar still didn’t say anything. Although he held back a stomach full of words, in the face of life, he could only hold them back. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Quira turned and left, and Lar immediately sought out a corner and took a puppet-like thing from his tree hole, which held a Soul Seed of Richard.
"Master, the Spirit Medicine Saint wants to see you."
In Lar’s world, Richard listened to Lar’s response and felt completely stunned.
The thing he gave was just a severely degraded version of the Life Virus. According to his understanding, the research value of this thing had just reached the level of being worth studying but was not overly precious.
At least in the Wizard Civilization, it was positioned this way.
"You didn’t argue? This thing should be something you found from dimension exploration."
Lar felt wronged upon hearing this.
"I didn’t even have a chance to argue. He just directly said he wanted to see you. And he immediately guessed that I signed a contract and couldn’t say anything, so no matter what I said, it wasn’t okay."
Richard fell silent for a moment upon hearing this. He suddenly realized that organizations like the Alchemy Union, almost monopolistic, should have capabilities far lower than their reputation.
Competition can bring about progress.
After thinking about it, Richard sighed helplessly and said: "...it seems your Magic Potion level exceeded my imagination. It’s exposed, then let it be exposed. Did you get the Magic Potion?"
"He gave me a bottle of soul recovery Magic Potion."
"Then just come back for now. As for meeting, there’s no rush, he’ll naturally see me after a while."
"Understood, I’ll return now."
Richard rubbed his brow, feeling that the Misfortune brought by the Hermit’s Robe seemed not to have completely faded away.
"Forget it, what’s done is done. Just let it be. At worst, I’ll hide in the Plant Dimension when the time comes."
Although he couldn’t use the Dimension Rift to freely enter dimensions now, through specific rituals, he could still enter certain specific dimensions.
Months later, Lar returned.
Seeing the Magic Potion Lar brought, Richard’s spirits lifted.
Finally, some good news.
Even though the Magic Potion Lar brought wasn’t mixed with high skill, the ingredients were top-notch.
Even if you don’t consume this Magic Potion and just eat the raw materials, Richard could restore to the level of a World Master, which is about 1.5 points of spiritual power.
In the form of a Magic Potion, Richard could almost recover to two points of spiritual power.
Don’t underestimate this seemingly small number; if this Magic Potion were equivalent to Soul Essence, it would be more than enough to elevate a mortal to a World Master.
"With this Magic Potion, things will be much easier. You did a good job."
Richard patted Lar on the shoulder, as a huge amount of Evolution Material surged into Lar’s body once more.
This amount of Evolution Material was like a dose of hormones to Richard, as his body secreted vast amounts daily. But for Lar, these Evolution Materials were Divine Medicine that promoted evolution.
Under the catalysis of the Evolution Material, Lar’s body once again began to evolve.
After dispatching Lar, Richard swallowed the vial of Magic Potion.
The moment the Magic Potion entered his body, Richard felt a tingling sensation akin to an electric shock, followed by a euphoric feeling that rose in his heart.
Under the stimulus of the Magic Potion, Richard’s broken soul began to restore rapidly, and the once dormant recovery ability started to activate as well.
Now, Richard’s soul would restore to perfection over a few thousand years, even without any external aid.
If it weren’t for this special period, a few thousand years would be like a nap for a Dominator.
"Phew, finally I can use the Dimension Gate."
After digesting the potion’s power, Richard exhaled, and a Rune Gate appeared before him.
With the ability to use the Dimension Gate, he had nothing more to worry about.
Upon entering the Dimension Gate, the Secret Keeper was already waiting behind the gate for Richard’s arrival.
"Secret Keeper, notify Old Abel, have him bring a batch of Soul Essence."
"As you wish, Crown Throne."
A few hours later, Old Abel arrived at the Wizard Dimension.
"Crown Throne." Old Abel slightly bowed to Richard.
"Hmm, how long has it been since we signed the contract with the Spirit Desert Civilization?"
"Two years... that’s not too delay-prone."
Richard breathed a sigh of relief, two years wasn’t too long, the matters of the Spirit Desert Civilization shouldn’t pose too many problems.
Hearing this, Old Abel asked worriedly, "Crown Throne, are your injuries serious?"
"Just a minor issue. Inform the council that I’m currently in the Natural Federation, intending to discuss alliance matters. Have them send someone else to the Spirit Desert Civilization."
Old Abel was a bit puzzled as to why Richard had suddenly gone to a place called the Natural Federation.
However, as an old wizard, he knew very well which questions should and should not be asked.
"Understood, my lord." Old Abel responded respectfully.
After consuming the Soul Essence brought by Old Abel, Richard’s spiritual power was enhanced again, almost recovering to the level of a Five Rings Great Wizard.
With this strength, he could proceed to the Ghost Soul Dimension or the Nightmare World for more adventure.
With a little more time, he would fully return to his peak.
"How are things within the Alliance recently, any movements from the Civilization Devourer?"
"Everything is fine. The Alliance has conquered five worlds of the Civilization Devourer. However, the coordinates of these worlds have slightly shifted from their previously determined positions."
The Alliance suspects that the Civilization Devourer is gathering these worlds to create a gigantic world body."
Richard rubbed his temples, feeling that the developments weren’t promising.
While dispersed worlds are tough to conquer, the strength of a single world is still limited.
Without considering a Dominator, it’s much easier to occupy a small world than to seize a portion of a large world’s area equivalent in size to a small world.
However, Richard didn’t show pessimism in front of Old Abel.
As part of the decision-making body of the Civilization Alliance, everyone can lack confidence, except those in leadership positions.
"Alright, I see. Additionally, inform the council that the Civilization Devourer has built a Dimension Annihilation Cannon. Be cautious during battles."
Returning to the Star Realm, Richard saw Lar, still evolving, and decided not to disturb him.
With the surge of dimensional power, a deep black gate slowly opened before Richard.
Although Lar’s world seemed devoid of civilization marks, this was actually an illusion.
In this world, Tree Spirits were everywhere, only they didn’t move typically, making them seem uncivilized.
Where there are intelligent beings, there must be a Nightmare World.
Sensing the ominous aura emanating from the black gate, Richard’s face revealed a slightly reminiscent smile.
"Hehehe, the scent of harvest."