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.

formidable, and the

some rest,” Maxence said softly as he entered his

the golden beetles crawling across the floor, which seemed to part

at the moonlit waves crashing on the shore, spoke with a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Max, do you think we’ll make it

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

continued, trying to offer comfort. “As the saying goes,

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

your intention?”

Sylvain’s gaze grew resolute and profound. “I genuinely wanted to use the resources of Medicine God Island to benefit all the alchemists in the Ethereal Realm. It would be even better if someone could unlock the secrets

blankly at his father, a storm of complex emotions

skills. Most cultivators are obsessed with their quest

voice was laced