A Man Like None Other

“Very well. We’re all in this together now,” Thaddeus declared. “It’s time to make a blood oath.” He let a single drop of his blood essence fall into the wine cup before him.

The others followed suit, each adding a drop of their own blood essence to the cup before downing the wine in a single gulp, sealing their vows with a shared commitment.

Meanwhile, Sylvain from the Laurent family, also the president of Medicine God Island, lay wide awake, unable to find rest.

He stood before the window, gazing out at the full moon and the ceaseless waves crashing ashore, lost in deep contemplation.

Beneath Sylvain’s feet, a swarm of golden beetles moved about, their faint glow casting a subtle shimmer.

These beetles, a unique species native to Medicine God Island, were Sylvain’s cultivation.

Originally black, the beetle’s shell had turned golden over time. This transformation occurred due to its constant exposure to the mist produced from the potion brewing by the Medicine God on Medicine God Island.

a golden beetle was already formidable, and the

Maxence said softly

floor, which seemed to

crashing on the shore, spoke with a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Max, do you think

five regional Alchemist Guild presidents are here. I don’t believe the Sky Slasher Sect would dare to cause any trouble,” Maxence said reassuringly. “Their attempts to intimidate us are nothing more than bluster. With their mediocre medical skills, even if we were to surrender Medicine God Island

the saying goes, different situations call for different actions. We’ll take it one step at a

look at Maxence. “Max, do you also think that the

that your intention?” Maxence

the resources of Medicine God Island to benefit all the alchemists in the Ethereal Realm. It would

father, a storm of complex emotions

medical skills. Most cultivators are obsessed with

voice was