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.

a golden beetle was already formidable, and the combined

get some rest,” Maxence said softly as

which seemed to part and create a clear

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

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 to them,

offer comfort. “As the saying goes, different situations call for

that the reason I’m holding the Alchemist Fair on Medicine

your intention?” Maxence sounded

use the resources of Medicine God Island to benefit all the

a storm of complex emotions churning within

Realm has far too few alchemists, and only a handful possess truly exceptional medical skills. Most cultivators are

was laced