Unlike Wizards, within the Natural Federation, concocting Magic Potions is a monopolized skill.
A union nad the Alchemist Guild monopolizes all beings with the ability to concoct Magic Potions within five Races.
Or rather, it is the alchemists within these five Races that form the Alchemist Guild.
During peaceti, any Alchemist within the Federation is revered, and during warti, they are exempt from the front lines, able to safely produce Magic Potions in the rear.
Without hesitation, Alchemists are indeed the alternative Nobles within the Natural Federation.
Of course, the Alchemist community also has levels.
The Alchemist Guild categorizes Alchemists into five levels, with the first level being the highest. However, those truly in the know understand that the five-standard Alchemists do not represent the upper limit of the Alchemist group.
Beyond the five levels, there are many Alchemy Masters scattered throughout the Federation.
The strength of these Masters is at least that of a World Master, and every Magic Potion they concoct is of great value.
During war, these Masters’ creations are specifically used by World Masters, but in peaceti, even the World Masters must pay a hefty price to trade for these Master’s Magic Potions.
Among these Masters, the Spirit dicine Saint is the Master of Masters.
"Let him get out!"
Within the towering World Tree, a slightly shorter Tree Spirit, exuding life energy from head to toe, roared.
Beside him, his Apprentice—another Tree Spirit of the sa Race, but weaker—could not help but sweat.
"Teacher, this Ghost Horror Clan Lord is the offspring of the Ghost Horror Dominator. Could you be a bit more tactful?"
"Then let him get out!" The Spirit dicine Saint shouted again.
"I’ve said it many tis, I am not a junk collector! Don’t bring that trash to , expecting to refine Elixirs!"
The Spirit dicine Saint’s roar was like thunder, causing the vessels in the room to tremble. Thankfully, inside the World Tree, the soundproofing was excellent, so even the notable figure outside, offspring of the Dominator, would not hear the Spirit dicine Saint’s angry rebuke.
Hearing the Spirit dicine Saint’s roar, the Apprentice sweated again, despite being a Tree Spirit without sweat.
The Ghost Horror Clan Dominator’s offspring brought a fine Dinsional Treasure—a Level 6 World Tree Branch from the Plant Dinsion.
This item, if placed outside, would have many Tree Spirits scrambling for it. But in the Spirit dicine Saint’s mouth, it beca valueless trash.
"Then I’ll escort him out."
"Let him get out!"
"Mmm." The Apprentice vaguely agreed, and then took that piece of branch and walked out of the room.
Outside the room is a corridor, at the end of which is a reception room. In the reception room, the Ghost Horror Clan World Master awaited the ssage from the Apprentice.
The Spirit dicine Saint is one of the few Alchemy Masters capable of refining potions that assist in advancent.
Obtaining a Magic Potion from the Spirit dicine Saint could significantly increase his chances of advancing from Level 5 to Level 6.
However, he’s evidently going to be disappointed.
"I’m sorry, Yuka Lord. The Teacher is not very satisfied with this piece of branch. You know, ever since the Teacher agreed to take one World Tree branch as remuneration, many Lords within the Federation wished they could build us a palace with World Tree branches."
Listening to the Apprentice’s reply, Yuka’s face instantly showed disappointnt.
He wanted to say sothing, but ultimately said nothing.
Though he is the Dominator’s offspring, the Spirit dicine Saint is also a Dominator’s offspring and a highly favored one at that.
In terms of identity, he cannot suppress the Spirit dicine Saint at all.
As for strength... ever since the Spirit dicine Saint devoured a Level 6 Curse Demon on the battlefield, no one dared show any pressure at the Spirit dicine Saint’s abode.
"Alright then," Yuka sighed, then pushed the World Tree branch towards the Apprentice and asked via Spiritual ssage: "Master, could you give so hints on what the Saint Lord wants?"
Apprentice shook the tree crown, helplessly pushing the branch back.
"If I knew what the Teacher wanted, this branch wouldn’t even enter the Alchemy Room."
Seeing this, Yuka could only give up.
But just as he was about to leave, a surge of vigorous Life Radiation suddenly caught his attention.
On the other side of the reception room, a Flesh Red Shirt ca through the passageway into the reception room, seemingly also seeking a potion.
Yuka glanced at this newly arrived Flesh Red Shirt and inwardly shook his head: "The World Masters nowadays are increasingly clueless, even a common Tree Shepherd dares to seek a potion."
A Tree Shepherd is what the Tree Spirit Clan calls a World Master.
In distant tis, a Tree Spirit of this strength could travel to the Star Realm and sow seeds in other worlds, hence they were called Tree Shepherds.
Above the Tree Shepherd, however, there are Great Tree Shepherds and Saints, which is why Yuka thinks this Flesh Red Shirt is clueless.
What good stuff can a Level 4 Creature bring?
Seeing the Flesh Red Shirt, the Apprentice imdiately greeted.
"Lar, over here."
Saying this, the Apprentice introduced to Yuka: "This is my old friend Lar, offspring of the Red Shirt King."
Hearing the Red Shirt King, Yuka was slightly startled.
The Red Shirt King is one of the four Tree Kings of the Tree Spirit Clan, offspring of the Great World Tree. His power has already surpassed the typical Saint’s realm, even possessing so Dominator might.
However, the Red Shirt King is a Tree Spirit who enjoys sowing seeds.
Encountering his offspring is not uncommon.
Yuka politely nodded at Lar.
Although he sowhat looked down on Lar’s strength, he had no need to deliberately offend Lar.
There have been instances in the Natural Federation where an underestimated offspring suddenly beca a strong figure during war.
Seeing Yuka nod, Lar also shook his tree crown in return.
If it were in the past, encountering soone as obviously distinguished as Yuka would have at least warranted so chit-chat, to form a connection.
Not seeking favor, but at least ensuring so recognition if they t again in the future.
But now, Lar only wanted to quickly confirm the matter of the magic potion.
Forming a relationship with Yuka was unlikely to yield benefits, but assisting Richard would return the benefits instantly.
Seeing Lar’s calm deanor, a trace of surprise grew in Yuka’s heart.
Is he really so indifferent towards him? Could this fleshy Red Shirt be a favored child of the Red Shirt King?
Yuka suddenly felt he might stay a bit longer, wanting to see what Lar would use to exchange for the magic potion.
"Lar, your item better be as impressive as you claim," the Apprentice said to Lar, "I’ve just been scolded by the teacher. If you bring sothing that fails to catch their eye again, I’ll end up in the furnace room stoking fires."
"Relax, Kuira, this item will definitely interest the esteed Saint," Lar promised almost beating his chest.
With that, Lar extracted from his belly a ball of flesh covered with a white mbrane on the surface.
Puff!
Yuka couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
To be honest, under normal circumstances, he would never laugh. But what Lar brought out was sowhat absurd.
A mass of flesh creation, and it appeared to be the most ordinary kind, as the ball didn’t emit even the slightest pressure.
Was such a thing worthy of trading for a spiritual dicine? Was this Red Shirt out of his mind?
Apprentice Kuira looked at the ball of flesh in Lar’s hand, his face filled with helplessness.
"Brother, this is not the ti to joke. Do you really want to trade this for dicine? Hurry and bring out your real item."
But Lar was quite serious, "Kuira, trust , this item can definitely be traded for dicine. I swear in the na of the Great World Tree, I am not joking in the slightest!"
The Great World Tree is the Clan Leader of the Tree Spirit and the origin of the Tree Spirits.
When a Tree Spirit swears by the Great World Tree, no matter what they say, they are absolutely serious.
Yuka was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, a sense of apprehension rising in his heart.
Could this item hold so mystery that he couldn’t perceive, given the Tree Spirit’s serious deanor?
Yuka looked at the ball of flesh, but no matter how he looked, it seed ordinary.
"It seems this Tree Spirit truly is mad," Yuka thought to himself.
The fleshy Red Shirt is the most special existence among the Tree Spirits. Their flesh transformation makes their minds more prone to problems compared to other Tree Spirits; most fleshy Red Shirts are insane.
Seeing Lar so earnest, even swearing by the Great World Tree, Brother Kuira could only hope that his friend wasn’t mad.
Holding the ball of flesh, Kuira walked into the Alchemy Room with heavy steps.
Yuka shook his head, suddenly feeling there was nothing much to watch here anymore...
Bang!
A loud explosion echoed into the reception hall through the passage.
Hearing this sound, Yuka couldn’t help but shudder.
Was the Saint really that furious?
No, he had to leave quickly.
Yuka was about to leave with large strides, but the Spirit dicine Saint’s pressure had already reached the reception hall.
In the face of a Sixth Level creature’s pressure, even Yuka, an offspring of a Dominator, couldn’t help but tremble.
Soon after, a sowhat short figure reached the reception hall.
"Whose item is this!?" the short figure shouted.
As he shouted, an unrestrained pressure emitted from his body, almost suffocating Lar and Yuka.
"I-I... it’s mine." Lar trembled as he spoke, "This is mine, revered Saint."
Seeing Lar acknowledge, the Spirit dicine Saint almost instantly appeared in front of him.
"This is your item? How could a Tree Shepherd like you obtain such a thing!?"
"It truly is mine, revered one," Lar argued earnestly.
Richard’s Destiny Contract imposed strict constraints on the information about Richard. Even implicit hints couldn’t disclose his information.
The Spirit dicine Saint looked at Lar, the eyes on his trunk almost turning into a tangible gaze.
"Then what do you want?"
"Magic Potion, revered one, I need a potion to restore the soul."
"A potion to restore the soul?"
The Spirit dicine Saint’s pressure suddenly withdrew, and the entire Tree Spirit instantly beca peaceful.
He spoke sincerely, "You can have as much of the spirit dicine as you want, but I have one condition: he must co to et .
Of course, I can also go to et him."
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