The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 876 The Sage of Elixir (Bonus Chapter)

Unlike wizards, in the Natural Federation, potion-making is a monopolized skill.

A united organization called the Alchemists' Guild monopolized all creatures within the five races who possessed the ability to concoct potions.

Or rather, it was the alchemists within these five races who formed the Alchemist Guild.

In peacetime, any alchemist is a respected figure in the Federation. During wartime, alchemists are spared from the front lines and can safely produce potions in the rear.

To put it bluntly, alchemists are a unique kind of noble in the Natural Federation.

Of course, there are also levels within the alchemist community.

The Alchemists Guild divides alchemists into five ranks, with the first rank being the highest. However, truly influential figures know that the fifth rank is not the upper limit for alchemists.

Beyond the fifth rank, there are many other alchemy masters scattered throughout the Federation.

These masters are at least world lords, and each of the potions they concoct is incredibly valuable.

These masters' works were reserved for the world's rulers during wartime. However, even in peacetime, the world's rulers had to pay a considerable price to acquire these masters' potions.

Among these masters, the Sage of Elixir is the master among masters.

"Get him out!"

Within the towering World Tree, a tree spirit, slightly shorter in stature and radiating life force, roared.

Beside him, his apprentice—a tree spirit of the same race as him, but weaker—couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Teacher, this adult from the Youhai Clan is a descendant of the Youhai Overlord. Please... speak a little more tactfully."

"Then get him out of here!" the Sage of Spirit Medicine roared again.

"I've said it many times, I'm not a junk collector! Don't bring me that trash and expect me to refine pills!"

The Spirit Medicine Saint's roar was like thunder, causing the utensils in the room to tremble. Fortunately, this was inside the World Tree, where the soundproofing was excellent, so even if a powerful figure of the Son of Sovereign was sitting outside, he wouldn't be afraid of hearing the Spirit Medicine Saint's angry curses.

Hearing the roar of the sage of spiritual medicine, the apprentice broke out in a cold sweat again. Even though he was a tree spirit, he didn't sweat.

The offspring of the Dark Clan ruler outside brought a top-quality dimensional treasure—a tree branch from a level six world tree in the plant dimension.

If this thing were left out, countless tree spirits would fight over it. But in the mouth of the Sage of Spirit Medicine, it was nothing but worthless junk.

"Then I'll ask him to leave."

"Make him get out!"

"Uh-huh."

The apprentice gave a perfunctory "hmm," then took the branch and left the room.

Outside the room was a corridor, at the end of which was a reception hall. In the reception hall, the Lord of the Ghostly Clan was eagerly awaiting news of his apprentice.

The Sage of Spiritual Medicine is one of the few alchemy masters who can concoct potions that aid in advancement.

If he could obtain a magical potion from a sage, his chances of advancing from level five to level six would increase significantly.

However, he was clearly going to be disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Lord Yuka. My teacher isn't very satisfied with this branch. You know, ever since my teacher agreed to give us a World Tree branch as payment, many of the lords within the Federation have been eager to use it to build us a palace."

Upon hearing the apprentice's answer, Yuka's face immediately showed a hint of disappointment.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Although he is the offspring of the Sovereign, the Sage of Spiritual Medicine is also the offspring of the Sovereign, and is a very favored one at that.

In terms of status, he showed no restraint whatsoever over the Sage of Elixir.

As for strength... ever since the Spirit Medicine Saint devoured a level six cursed demon on the battlefield, no one has dared to display their power in the Spirit Medicine Saint's residence.

“Alright,” Yuka sighed, then pushed the section of the World Tree trunk toward the apprentice and asked via telepathy, “Master, please give me a hint: what exactly does the Saint want?”

The apprentice shook the tree crown and reluctantly pushed the branches back.

"If I had known what the teacher wanted, you wouldn't have even entered the alchemy room."

Seeing this, Yuka had no choice but to give up.

But just as he was about to leave, a vigorous life radiation suddenly caught his attention.

On the other side of the reception room, a flesh-and-blood figure in a red shirt walked into the reception room through the passageway, seemingly also there to ask for medicine.

Yuka glanced at the newcomer, the man in the crimson robe, and shook his head inwardly, thinking, "The current world rulers are becoming increasingly clueless. Even an ordinary tree shepherd dares to come begging for medicine."

Tree Shepherd is the name given by the Tree Spirits to the Lord of the World.

In ancient times, tree spirits who reached this level of power could travel to the astral plane to sow tree seeds in other worlds, hence they were called tree shepherds.

But above the Tree Shepherds are the Great Tree Shepherds and the Saints, which is why Yuka felt that the flesh-and-blood red-shirted man in front of him was clueless.

What good stuff can a level 4 creature get its hands on?

Upon seeing the blood-red shirt and flesh, the apprentice immediately greeted them.

"Lal, over here."

As he spoke, the apprentice introduced Yuka to him: "This is my old friend Ral, the son of the Redshirt King."

Upon hearing the name "King of the Red Shirts," Yuka was slightly startled.

The Red Robe King is one of the four Tree Kings of the Tree Spirit Clan, and a descendant of the Great World Tree. His power has surpassed that of ordinary saints, and he even possesses some of the power of a ruler.

However, the Red King is a tree spirit who loves to sow seeds. Encountering his offspring is not a rare occurrence.

Yuka nodded politely to Lar.

Although he looked down on Lar's strength, he didn't need to deliberately offend Lar.

There have been instances in the Natural Federation of children who, despite being out of favor, rose to become powerful figures during wartime.

When Lal saw Yuka nod, he shook the treetop in return.

In the past, if he had encountered someone as obviously important as Yuka, he would have at least struck up a conversation and tried to establish a connection.

I don't expect any favors, but at least if I meet the two of them again in the future, I won't be a complete stranger.

But right now, all I want to do is finalize the matter of the potion as soon as possible.

With Yukala, it's difficult to realize any benefits. But doing favors for Richard, on the other hand, can be done in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Lal's composure, Yuka was somewhat surprised.

Why are they so cold to him? Could this flesh-and-blood red-robed man be the favored offspring of the Red-Robed King?
Yuka suddenly felt that he could stay a little longer; he was eager to see what Ral was offering in exchange for the potion.

“Lal, you better have something as amazing as you say,” the apprentice said to Lal. “I just got a scolding from my master. If you bring him something he doesn’t like, I’m going to be sent to the furnace to tend the fire.”

"Don't worry, Kuila, the Saint will definitely appreciate this." Laer practically patted his chest to assure him.

As he spoke, Lal took out a ball of flesh covered with white fascia from his abdomen.

puff!
Yuka, standing nearby, couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Honestly, he would never have laughed under normal circumstances. But what Lal pulled out was just too outrageous.

A mass of flesh and blood, and it looked like the most ordinary mass of flesh and blood, because this ball of flesh didn't even have a trace of oppressive aura.

This stuff doesn't even deserve to be exchanged for a magic elixir! Has this red-shirted man gone mad?
Apprentice Kuira looked at the ball of flesh in Lal's hand, a look of helplessness on her face.

"Brother, stop messing around at a time like this. You want to switch medicine like this? Hurry up and show us your real stuff."

But Lal said very seriously, "Kuira, trust me, this thing can definitely replace the medicine. I swear in the name of the Great World Tree, I'm not joking at all!"

The Great World Tree is the patriarch of the Tree Spirits and the origin of the Tree Spirits.

When a tree spirit swears an oath on the Great World Tree, whatever he says is absolutely true.

Yuka was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and for some reason, her heart began to pound.

The tree spirit spoke so solemnly, could it be that there is some mystery about this thing that he cannot see?
Yuka looked at the ball of flesh, but no matter how he looked at it, it was an ordinary thing.

"It seems this tree spirit has truly gone mad," Yuka thought to himself.

The Blood-and-Flesh Crimson are the most unique among the tree spirits. Their flesh-and-blood bodies make them more prone to mental problems than other tree spirits, and most of them are insane.

Seeing how serious Ral was, even bringing up the Great World Tree as collateral, Kuira, a brother with whom she had shared life and death, could only pray that her brother hadn't gone mad.

Holding the meatball, Kuila walked heavily into the alchemy room.

Yuka shook his head; he suddenly felt there was nothing interesting to see in this situation...

boom!
A loud bang echoed through the passageway into the reception room.

Upon hearing this voice, Yuka's heart skipped a beat.

Is the saint really that angry?
No, I have to go right now.

Yuka was about to leave when the aura of the Holy Medicine Master had already reached the reception room through the passage.

Faced with the oppressive aura of a level six being, even Yuka, a descendant of the Overlord, couldn't help but tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a rather short figure entered the reception room.

"Whose stuff is this?!" the short figure shouted.

As he shouted, an overwhelming pressure was released from his body, almost suffocating Lar and Yuka.

"I...I...mine," Ral stammered. "This is mine, Your Majesty."

Upon seeing Ral's admission, the Sage of Elixir appeared before him almost instantly.

"This is yours? How could a Tree Shepherd like you get your hands on something like this!?"

“This is indeed mine, sir,” Ral tried to argue.

Richard's fate contract imposes very strict restrictions on Richard's information; even hints that can only be understood implicitly cannot reveal his information.

The Sage of Elixir looked at Lar, his gaze almost materializing from the eyes on the tree trunk.

"Then what do you want?"

"Potion, my lord, I need a potion to restore the soul."

"A potion to restore the soul?"

The oppressive aura of the Spirit Medicine Saint suddenly subsided, and the entire tree spirit instantly became peaceful.

He said earnestly, "I can have any elixir you want, however much you want, but I have one condition: he has to come and see me."

Of course, I can go see him in person.

(End of this chapter)