Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! Chapter 143 140-Divine Alchemy Trial Card

"You all don't know, but our Lord has started flaunting his wealth again. I don't drink alcohol, but considering that this is sothing our Lord has taken out, you should know how valuable it is!"

"Moreover, the richness of this liquor's taste is as if it has been aged for thousands of years. A wine of this age and quality is probably rare throughout the entire galaxy!"

Ironback Centipede glanced at the two of them and then left the room.

Upon hearing this, Pala, who had been previously imrsed in the scent of the Athyst Stone incense, took a deep breath and then attempted to dip her delicate feet into the basin.

Her snow-white feet were subrged in the thick, blood-red liquor, bringing not only a unique sensation, as if weightless cotton was gently licking her feet, but also a rising aroma of alcohol that stimulated her skin. Her spirit was instantly invigorated!

So comfortable!

This Velen is truly a super tycoon!

Such an exquisite wine, wasted just like that!

Living with Velen really is the epito of happiness!

At this mont, she finally understood why so many people were eager to enter the fortress.

Because even she was tempted!

With that thought, Pala imdiately looked at Alan and smiled softly, saying:

"Alan, I am your ntor after all, and also an alchemy master. Can you help join the fortress? You've been in the fortress for so long, you must have so connections, right?"

Alan sighed. He had known that once ntor Pala truly understood Velen, she would definitely try to find a way to join the fortress. But he hadn't expected this day to co so soon.

"ntor, it's not that I don't want to help you. As I told you before, the fortress now has extrely high entry requirents. Even a top-tier Ascended Rank level 9 expert can only serve as a servant. The Lord is very strict about who gets in."

Pala's eyes flickered as she lightly bit her red lips and said, "How about I enter as a servant?"

Although being a servant was sowhat humiliating, she understood that the fortress was filled with powerful figures, and they wouldn't really need her to do much. Being a servant was probably just a nominal title.

Besides, when Velen flaunts his wealth, even as a servant, she would likely get a share!

That was an imnse benefit. Reputation was a small price to pay.

Alan was genuinely shocked. He never expected ntor Pala to go to such lengths just to join the fortress. He coughed lightly and said:

"ntor, the fortress is not the sa as you imagine. Even though I received the Nine Dragons Cup from Velen, I'm still practically invisible there."

"If you really want to join the fortress, it all depends on Velen's approval. Even the Lord himself sotis has to listen to Velen."

Naturally, Alan hoped ntor Pala could join the fortress. After all, he had received imnse benefits there. He also knew how generous Velen was—he provided all kinds of resources, even if his actions were sotis a bit eccentric. But those were just minor details.

Hearing this, Pala understood and nodded slightly.

"So, as long as I get Velen's approval, I can most likely enter the fortress?"

Alan nodded. "Pretty much. In the fortress, Velen is second only to one, and above all others!"

Upon hearing this, Pala's slightly flushed cheeks revealed a confident smile.

"Alright, don't worry. Leave this to . I'll make sure he is thoroughly impressed and agrees to let join the fortress."

Make Velen thoroughly impressed?

Seeing that Pala seed to have made so kind of difficult decision, Alan swallowed and said softly:

"ntor, I have to remind you—Velen likes the Lord. That's an open secret in the fortress…"

Pala punched Alan on the head. "What are you saying? That's not what I ant. I an, at tomorrow's Alchemist Convention, I will make him the champion!"

Alan's pupils shrank.

My god, is my ntor, who always prioritizes fairness, really going to rig the competition?

"Not bad, not bad. Soaking in this fine wine feels great. It even leaves a lasting fragrance!"

Lying in the bathtub, Velen was completely relaxed, his skin slightly flushed, perfectly complenting the red wine-infused bathwater.

The entire bathroom was filled with rising steam, thoroughly infused with the rich aroma of wine.

The scent was so enticing, it was as if it had an irresistible pull, tempting Velen to take a sip.

But Velen firmly resisted—this was not ant for drinking!

After all, this was a precious red wine aged for thousands of years, incredibly rare across the galaxies. If he drank it, he might never get another bottle like this again.

"Congratulations, host! Successful flaunting detected. Reward: 1,000 luxury points. Bonus: 9,999 bottles of Lafite red wine."

The system notification suddenly rang out.

Velen was montarily stunned but quickly snapped back to reality.

Damn!

It's like whatever I wish for just falls into my lap!

Ti passed swiftly.

Early the next morning, before the sky fully brightened, Velen got up. Unlike usual, he didn't sleep in—after all, today was the official start of the Alchemist Convention.

One million luxury points were within his grasp!

On the way to the event, Velen took a look at the special item of the day.

Today's Special Item: Divine Alchemy Trial Card. Can be used on anyone. The target will gain complete experience and techniques for crafting one god-rank potion for 24 hours.

Holy crap!

Velen's eyelid twitched.

The system even has sothing like this?!

It must be known that a potion qualified to be called a god-rank potion is beyond the ability of even master alchemists to create!

Whenever one appears, it causes grand celestial phenona!

In the lower plane universe, god-rank potions exist only in ancient legends. Even in the upper plane universe, they are extrely rare!

This item was undeniably amazing. The only question was… how to flaunt it best?

This convention was filled with alchemists, making it the perfect place for a grand display of wealth. He had to plan carefully.

"If I simply craft a god-rank potion, that would be too boring."

"But what if I use this Divine Alchemy Trial Card, craft a god-rank potion in front of countless alchemists, and then stomp it into dust? I wonder if their hearts would shatter along with it?"

Velen felt that this was a fantastic idea for flaunting wealth!

After all, he could craft a god-rank potion, but he wouldn't even use it—just for fun!

"This action qualifies as flaunting wealth. If the host truly does this, an additional one million luxury points will be awarded!"

Hearing this, Velen was montarily surprised, but he quickly understood.

This ti, the flaunting opportunity was different. This was the Alchemist Convention, gathering countless alchemists—a chance to make a grand spectacle.

Of course, he knew that if he really did this, he would likely beco the sworn enemy of all alchemists. The system's extra reward was probably compensation for that.

But regardless, this was two million luxury points!

As for others' opinions… he'd just treat them like NPCs.

He should be able to handle this dinsional attack just fine!

Shortly after.

Inside the Alchemy Masters Headquarters' guest rooms, Velen suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Opening it, he saw Alan standing there with carefully prepared dishes and fine wine.

"Velen, the Alchemist Convention is about to start in the central plaza. I can't do much to help, but at least have a good breakfast before you go."

"But don't worry. My ntor already knows you're participating. No matter what level of the Alchemist Convention you compete in, she has arranged a place for you. You don't have to worry."

Hearing this, Velen was stunned. He hadn't expected that ntor to pull strings for him.

Being nice for no reason… definitely suspicious!

But whether or not she helped didn't matter.

After all, he had the Divine Alchemy Trial Card.

To the other alchemists here, he was simply on another level.

Shortly after finishing breakfast, Velen, led by Alan, arrived at the plaza in front of the headquarters.

By this ti, the area was already packed with alchemists of various ranks, each finding a designated spot to sit.

Velen scanned the surroundings and noticed that the entire plaza was divided into nine distinct sections. The Tier-1 section, the lowest-ranked, occupied the largest area and had the highest number of participants.