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the guild needed more revenue streams if they plan on making 100b in the next 3 years. The next revenue source came from the other side of the guild that had been quietly working in stealth mode this past month, the Alchemy Department. Rather than selling the mana berries and reveal that they had an ungodly stash tucked away on the island which would just invite trouble. Verra used it as potion ingredients in mana potions. These mana potions took the continent by storm, with everyone buying them up like hotcakes.

“A rare one, you have heard about Astilr's ring?” “Yes.” “I'm planning to make a stronger one.” “Is that possible?” “I've made two lesser ones.” “It is possible. I know what you need.” “That was easy.” “Search in the back.” The alchemist went in the back. The shelves were full of every known alchemical ingredient. He stopped, lifted on of the jars that had a creature inside. The creature was mix between a bat and reptile.

Forging armor was only temporary, but in the following period of time, with the expansion of the army or the needs of the war situation, there were more and more better divine weapons. Samuel improving his skills was always the best way to deal with it. Moreover, although refining weapons and refining medicine were two completely different things, there were many similarities between the two, such as the mastery of fire and so on. If Samuel could improve his craftsmanship level from the White Jade, he was actually improving his alchemy level in disguise. With such a comprehensive consideration, Samuel urgently needed the help of the White Jade. "Will it help you?" Yvonne said, "I feel that i

"End this. Now. Or I will feed you to your own dogs." ​"My dogs? No, Rhea. They are your brothers. Your cousins. Anyone who wandered too far south in the last ten years," the Alchemist said, finally turning to face her. "Do you know how hard it is to stabilize the Silver Bane DNA? It’s so... stubborn. So prideful. It took me years to find the catalyst. Do you know what it was?" ​He stepped closer, and Rhea felt a wave of nausea. He smelled of formaldehyde and dead lilies.

She jumped off the platform, walking straight to Zhao’s ancient cauldron. "For three thousand years, you alchemists have been using profound Qi to heat up herbs in a pressurized brass pot," Scarlett said, her amber eyes scanning the cauldron. "You call it 'Refining the Elixir.' The Prometheus database calls it a 'Primitive Combustion Chamber'." She tapped the brass surface with her knuckle. It rang with a dull, heavy thud.

Bruce's tone turned cold, "If you can't make a Spiritual Pill, or the one you make ends up being subpar, you've got no right to question anything like you did, and you'll have to pay for your words." The crowd nodded in agreement. Eliam's master was an Ambience level cultivator, highly skilled in alchemy. How dare this young man slander him like that!

I bark at her. She seems unsure of how to react. “Get the fuck out, Yasmeen,” I yell. Finally, she frog-marches out of the door, leaving me alone with the doctor. “It’s the Leviathan in you, my Lord. Remember what the teller said that last time? You need someone to carry your seed to relieve the building tension or else it will consume you from within. It’s time,” Dr. Leeroy says, a solemn expression on his face. “The prophecy is ridiculous. I must breed to stay alive….but shall I remind you that as a hybrid, with Leviathan blood coursing through me, I can’t give my seed to anyone lest they too are co

He was lost in it. Logan chucked Violet Venerable's golden orb into his Bio Subdimension. It would work to make some alchemical drugs. It was not the most powerful thing in the world, but loot was loot. Lady Selene's heart sank. She might have been a Chrysopoeia Grader armed with a mystique tool, but she was the weakest of the bunch. How was she supposed to survive this? "Aaahhhhh! Have mercy!" Prasine shrieked.

Of course, no one cared about him or where he went too so he was not worried about all those things but more focused on his mission. And finally, he had gotten them, Wolfsbane, Belladonna, Mandrake Root, and Vervain. These were the four ingredients that he needed. They all held properties that were essential for inducing visions and some glimpses into the ethereal. Malachar had gone on to create his secluded alchemical laboratory, hidden from any eyes and safe. He prepared a space for the concoction. With his magic, he had created ancient symbols that adorned the walls, which would form a protective barrier against any external influences when he started making his elixir.

The brown-haired man in the tattered robe handed a scroll of reports to Alpha Aric. "We have created a potion made from rimewood roots, nightshade petals, and neutralized white deer blood. Its effects can withstand the reactions of dark magic curses for at least two hours. However, we have not tested its long-term effects." I nodded slowly. "Can it be mass-produced?" Elvar replied, "If rare ingredients like rimewood can be obtained in large quantities, yes. But we need funding and broader distribution." We stood together at the laboratory window. Alpha Aric held my hand and said, "We'll find a solution. This will be our new weapon, Lyara."