Chapter 1091

It wasn’t until he saw Dustin’s half-smiling face that he finally came to his senses and said angrily: “You cheeky rascal! You’ve nothing better to do after a meal, eh? Let’s go cool off!”

After saying that, he slumped back onto the recliner and prepared to doze off.

“Alright, no napping, there’s business to attend to.”

Dustin retrieved two wooden boxes and placed them on the table respectively. They held the Millennium Green Lotus and the Qicai Ganoderma: “This time, we’ve had a good haul in the provincial capital. The last two top-notch elixirs have been gathered and can be brewed now. The longevity potion.”

“Oh? So swiftly?”

The tipsy man lazily sat upright: “I thought I wouldn’t last a few more days, but I didn’t expect you to gather all the elixirs so quickly. You’re truly fortunate!”

“Quit the chit-chat and bring out those previous elixirs.” Dustin urged.

“Alright, alright, let me fetch them for you.”

The inebriated man stretched himself, then started to rummage through the boxes and cupboards. After some struggle, he finally located all the elixirs in his collection.

“Maximus, stand guard at the door and make sure no one enters.” Dustin turned around and commanded.

“Yes!”

Maximus responded, then fetched a stool and sat at the door, holding his sword with both hands, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings.

gather some

and handed it to

was fine, but business was slow, and medicinal supplies were

“Understood!”

Wan’er obediently nodded and swiftly

panting, with an assortment of medicinal

point on, I’ll be in seclusion for an indeterminate period. No one

Dustin turned around and entered

the elixirs, but retrieved an ancient

Renewing Life Pill, formally known as the

the ability to revive the

for a century, no one has

come by, and secondly, the process

masterful alchemical

mishaps, he found himself poring over the prescription

meditated in place for a stick of

preparing the elixir when his energy and spirit returned to their prime

it was his maiden attempt, his movements were remarkably deft, devoid of

process, he’d mentally

surged, and the scent of herbs wafted through

furnace. Concurrently, he employed his true

precision; every detail could spell success

the temperature within the furnace, the sequence of ingredient addition, and the elusive

bore

no room for error. A slight misstep

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