The Man's Decree

“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.

golden beetle was already formidable, and the combined strength of a swarm was truly

softly as

among the golden beetles crawling across the floor, which seemed to part and create a

with a hint of anxiety in his

alchemists have arrived, representing the most prominent medical families. Even four of the 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

trying to offer comfort. “As the saying goes, different situations call for different actions. We’ll take it one step

hearing this, Sylvain responded with a wry smile and turned to look at Maxence. “Max, do you also think that the reason I’m holding the Alchemist Fair on Medicine God Island is to rally these alchemists against

your intention?”

use the resources of Medicine God Island to benefit all the alchemists in

father, a storm of complex emotions

too few alchemists, and only a handful possess truly exceptional medical skills. Most cultivators are obsessed with their quest for immortality, and none are willing to dedicate themselves to

voice was laced with