Chapter 1079: Chapter 1079: Winnie Roro Awakens!
Hiss!
The door was tightly shut, and in the exceedingly quiet room, a faint sound suddenly erged from thin air.
A young man in purple stood before the bed, his palm spontaneously producing a wisp of fla, a wisp of solid fla.
This fla was different from ordinary flas.
Because the fla was entirely purple.
Not only that, but around the purple fla flickered a thin layer of golden edge.
Imperial red fla!
That is, "Grade One red fla."
The young man in purple was none other than Wyatt Barnes, who returned to his room after parting ways with the patriarch of the Gagnon Family, Randy Gagnon.
After returning to his room, he lifted Winnie Roro, who was sleeping in an "ice coffin," and placed her on the bed.
He then conjured this Grade One red fla.
"The ’Soul-stabilizing Root’ that has existed in the world for a full five thousand years can only be slted by ’Grade One’ or higher pill fire," Wyatt Barnes muttered to himself, his lips barely moving.
If there had been a second person awake in the room to hear Wyatt’s words, they would have been bewildered.
"Isn’t Grade One red fla the highest quality of pill fire? Where is there a ’Grade One’ or higher pill fire?"
That person would surely have such a question.
Of course, that would be because the person was ignorant of the existence of ’Emperor Grade alchemists’ and ’almost Emperor Grade alchemists’.
Otherwise, they would not have said such a thing.
Emperor Grade alchemists are the true pinnacle of "alchemists" on the Cloud Skies Continent!
While muttering, Wyatt casually took out a strange root-shaped dicinal ingredient. All the "roots" of the dicinal ingredient were coiled together, giving it an extrely bizarre appearance.
It was the "Soul-stabilizing Root"!
In an instant, the Soul-stabilizing Root was drawn by Wyatt to the top of the Grade One red fla, allowing the pill fire to completely envelop it.
A quarter of an hour passed, yet the Soul-stabilizing Root showed no sign of change.
"It is indeed the Soul-stabilizing Root that has survived in the world for ’five thousand years’... A full quarter of an hour, and without the aid of a dicine tripod, the Grade One red fla alone is still not enough to slt it," Wyatt could not help but exclaim.
Subsequently, Wyatt took out a dicine tripod and tossed the Soul-stabilizing Root into it.
With the help of the dicine tripod, Wyatt quickly slted the Soul-stabilizing Root and added so relatively common dicinal ingredients to successfully concoct the dicinal liquid he needed.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to make a solid "Pill dicine," but after the Soul-stabilizing Root was slted, it was utterly impossible to form into one, so he could only use it to concoct a dicinal liquid.
Snap!
Wyatt lifted his hand, and with a slap on the dicine tripod, the Grade One red fla wrapped around the tripod’s outlet, forming a faint barrier.
Whoosh!
Then, a pool of ink-black dicinal liquid shot out like an arrow, piercing through the barrier ford by the Grade One red fla and pausing in midair.
An invisible force emanated from Wyatt’s hand, pulling the pool of dicinal liquid as it continuously rolled in the air.
After putting away the dicine tripod, Wyatt guided the dicinal liquid to the bedside. His other hand lifted Winnie, who lay on the bed, to a half-reclined position against the headboard.
At the sa ti, he gently parted Winnie’s slightly dry lips.
Hoo!
At that mont, the dicinal liquid drawn by Wyatt reached Winnie’s mouth, slowly rging drop by drop inside her mouth, into her body.
In a short while, all of the dicinal liquid was sent into Winnie’s body by Wyatt.
"Winnie."
After everything was completed, Wyatt sighed in relief, simultaneously extending his spiritual power to follow the direction of the dicinal power derived from the Soul-stabilizing Root.
Wyatt’s spiritual power could sense it clearly.
As the dicinal power rged into Winnie’s body, it rushed directly to her mind and gathered in her brain within monts, charging straight toward her damaged soul.
Her soul, like a wisp of fla, floated in the depths of her mind, flickering incessantly.
Winnie’s soul had a damaged corner.
This was also the ’root cause’ of her comatose state.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
...
The streams of dicinal power gathered in Winnie’s brain, sweeping in from all directions, blending into her soul and converging together.
Winnie’s soul was completely enveloped, only the dicinal power could be seen rolling around it.
"Logically speaking, if it were just the ’Soul-stabilizing Root,’ Winnie’s soul couldn’t be completely restored... Even if it’s a five-thousand-year-old Soul-stabilizing Root, it wouldn’t be enough!" Wyatt was a bit lost in thought.
"I don’t know if Winnie will be able to wake up... If she does, there might be so negative effects stemming from the soul damage," Wyatt pondered, bracing for the worst-case scenario.
"I hope the ’reward’ issued by the patriarch will truly bring forth the ’Soul-setting Grass’... If so, Winnie’s soul could be completely healed."
Thinking this, anticipation filled Wyatt’s face.
Ti slipped away quietly.
Winnie’s soul, still wrapped by the rolling dicinal power, kept Wyatt’s spiritual power from getting close, leaving him to watch from afar.
However, Wyatt waited silently at the bedside, awaiting the final outco.
He knew that when the dicinal power completely rged into Winnie’s soul, there would be two possible results.
One of them was simply Winnie continuing to lie unconscious until she took the dicinal liquid refined from the "Soul-setting Grass," which could awaken her once more.
Another possibility was that Winnie Roro would wake up, but her soul would still be in a damaged state, inevitably causing so negative impacts on her.
Night enveloped the land, darkness so thick one could not see their hand before them, yet it didn’t affect Wyatt Barnes in the slightest.
The dicinal power continued to churn.
The spiritual force Wyatt Barnes extended seed to be constantly reporting back the status of Winnie Roro’s soul buried deep within her mind.
He sat in front of the bed, patiently waiting.
At so point, dawn broke over the earth, and the room was filled with light once more.
"It’s done!"
At that mont, Wyatt Barnes found that the dicinal strength of the Pill dicine brewed from the Soul-stabilizing Root had completely fused into Winnie Roro’s soul, repairing part of the soul’s injuries.
"Winnie!"
After withdrawing his spiritual force, Wyatt Barnes looked towards Winnie Roro with a nervous face and reached out to hold her hand.
Winnie Roro’s hand was very hot from being constantly exposed to the cold in the ice coffin, and even after leaving the coffin for a whole day, her hand remained that hot.
But Wyatt Barnes didn’t pay attention to that.
His gaze was firmly fixed on Winnie Roro’s beautiful face; he just wanted to know whether the part of her soul that was repaired would cause her to awaken.
Ti slipped away quietly.
Half an hour passed quickly.
Winnie Roro still showed no signs of waking up.
"Sigh."
Seeing this, Wyatt Barnes couldn’t help but sigh and withdrew his gaze, murmuring, "It seems that we have to find the Soul-setting Grass to wake Winnie up."
"Hmm."
Just then, a soft sound reached Wyatt Barnes’ ears like thunder, causing his pupils to shrink, and he stood up abruptly.
His gaze shot out like lightning, once again locking onto the red-dressed woman on the bed, Winnie Roro.
Winnie Roro’s mouth moved slightly, and her beautiful face showed signs of life.
Next, her water-like autumn eyes opened, and the first thing she saw was Wyatt Barnes looking at her, but there was no unusual emotion flashing in her eyes.
Stranger.
When Winnie Roro looked at Wyatt Barnes, her eyes were filled with a deep unfamiliarity, as if she had never known the person that was Wyatt Barnes.
This gaze, full of unfamiliarity, pierced Wyatt Barnes’ heart with pain.
"It seems that what I was most worried about has still happened."
Wyatt Barnes murmured in his heart.
Whoosh!
Before Wyatt Barnes could react, a streak of red light flashed before his eyes.
In the next mont, he found that Winnie Roro had left the bed and vanished from his sight.
At the sa ti, he clearly felt a scorching breath behind him.
"Winnie!"
Wyatt Barnes turned around to see Winnie Roro floating in the air, her red dress billowing, surrounded by rising flas.
He noticed that Winnie Roro’s gaze towards him still held no emotion and was extrely foreign, as if she were looking at a stranger.
Taking a deep breath, Wyatt Barnes suppressed his restless emotions and asked softly, "Winnie, don’t you recognize ? I’m Brother Barnes."
"Brother Barnes?"
Hearing Wyatt Barnes’ words, Winnie Roro, who stood suspended in the air, furrowed her brows as if trying to recall sothing.
Her red dress, along with the scorching flas rolling around her body, made her seem like a lost spirit of fire.
"Yes, I’m Brother Barnes! Wyatt Barnes!"
Seeing Winnie was pondering, Wyatt Barnes quickly followed up, hoping to awaken her mory.
"I don’t recognize you!"
However, what he got in return was a cold shout from Winnie Roro.
Moreover, as Winnie Roro shouted, her beautiful face seed to be covered with frost, frost not even the flas around her could lt.
Shoo!
With a raise of Winnie Roro’s hand, a sword appeared, a five-foot-long, thin red soft sword.
It was the Emperor Grade spirit sword Wyatt Barnes had once given her!
Just now, however, she pointed the sword Wyatt Barnes had given her directly at Wyatt Barnes and demanded, "Who on earth are you?!"
"Young Master!"
"Young Master!"
...
Just then, a flurry of urgent voices ca from outside the door. It was Fill Bear who heard about the commotion in Wyatt Barnes’ room from a servant girl and rushed over.
Yet, he received no response.
"Winnie, I am Brother Barnes... have you forgotten? The sword in your hand was given to you by
not long ago. Have you forgotten all of this?"
Even as Winnie Roro pointed the sword at him, Wyatt Barnes didn’t show any wariness; he patiently called to awaken Winnie Roro’s mory.
"Brother Barnes? This sword, was it given to
by you?"
Winnie Roro looked at Wyatt Barnes, then at the sword in her hand, and murmured softly.
"Yes. Do you rember now?"
Wyatt Barnes nodded with a hopeful expression.
Although he had been ntally prepared, when he discovered that the awakened Winnie Roro had forgotten him, his heart was still filled with helplessness and bitterness.
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