The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

And so, the "Heisenberg Pharmacy" opened in the middle of the Stamock Miracle Alchemy Street...

There were no deafening fireworks or cannon salutes, and no people coming with flower baskets to offer their blessings.

Only Iseria, dressed in a plain-colored long dress, stood in front of the counter with her hands on her hips, trying her best to present herself as an "experienced shop owner".

Just as described yesterday, Yonivore was huddled in the corner of the counter—at least there was a recliner there, his old black robe spread out like an eerie "body bag."

Many people like to take advantage of small deals. The first customer came to the store less than half an hour after it opened because he saw the wooden sign at the door that read "60% off all medicines".

He was a middle-aged man wearing worn leather armor, with fresh abrasions on his arms and cheeks.

He seemed to linger at the door for half a minute before pushing open the oiled oak door.

"Do you have... healing potion? The cheapest kind?"

His voice was somewhat hurried and awkward, and his hands repeatedly rested on the nearly empty money bag containing the potions.

"certainly!"

Iseria blinked and gave a "business smile" that she and Yunevo had practiced several times the day before—she had nothing to be nervous about, because Yunevo was right next to her.

"This is 30% pure... For a scratch like yours on your face, one or two applications should be enough!"

She took out the glass bottle priced at 50 copper coins and gently shook the liquid inside.

"Based on the discount, only thirty copper coins...?" The man estimated the price briefly, then pulled out a silver coin that was only half its original value. "Then I'll take one bottle."

"Thank you for your patronage! Here's your change of twenty copper coins!" Iseria fumbled for change in the cute coin box that she and Yunevo had made together the day before.

The man took the medicine. The crystal-clear liquid in the glass bottle caught his eye. He looked around the shop, his gaze settling on the "black object" in the corner.

"After the discount ends... will you really keep the price at 50 copper coins?"

"Hmm... there won't be much price fluctuation for at least six months," Iseria replied, following Yunev's instructions.

"After all, a new store needs to build a reputation..."

The man nodded, thanked him, and left the shop.

Over the next two hours, the store attracted many customers, most of whom came in to check out the "60% off" gimmick and then bought one or two bottles of their favorite medicine.

Each transaction was small, with the largest single transaction being only two or three silver coins, but the incredulous looks the customers gave the price list... Iserlia remembered it very clearly.

Around noon, a slightly different customer came into the shop.

His face was deathly pale, and he was wearing the mage apprentice robes that belonged exclusively to the Tus Academy. The robes were covered in dust and had several holes and tears.

Tus Academy, the mage training base of the entire Starmok, a magic academy built with the painstaking efforts of the archmages... has indeed recently been organizing students to go out for training.

Sensing the fluctuations in magical energy, Yune sat up, looked at the boy in front of him, and gently pulled Iseria behind him.

The apprentice stood there for a long time, and finally pointed to a bottle of potion whose packaging alone was exquisite, and asked softly.

"Is this medicine... really as pure as it's labeled?"

He couldn't help but have some doubts, after all, the professors in the academy's pharmacy courses, with the help of various high-end instruments, could only achieve a purity of slightly higher than what the shop claimed.

"Of course, this is a trial bottle. You can try it first. It also has a miraculous effect on treating magic sickness."

Eunice took out a small bottle that could only hold about three milliliters and presented it to the apprentice.

Upon hearing the term "magic sickness," the apprentice nearly shuddered. It was a state of weakness that was unavoidable for mages after drinking magic potions!

How could this alchemist spot his problem at a glance?!

A storm raged within him. He reached out with trembling hands to take it, first using the most basic perception technique to probe it, and then his eyes widened involuntarily!

"This...this concentration!" His voice trembled slightly.

What the hell? When did this pharmacy open on the Miracle Chain Street?!

"Is this...is this really just the standard version for sale? I noticed you also seem to offer custom-made medicine services..."

"Of course, the price for a custom order is usually negotiated privately between me and the seller, and two sets of materials need to be prepared."

"If you need... there's actually a refined version here too."

The refined version is simply a version that Yonevo further purified using the decomposition array... it can almost reach 100% purity.

"No, no! I want this! I want a bottle!" The apprentice almost shouted, quickly taking out two gold coins and placing them on the counter.

"If you accept appointments, I think..." The deep blue liquid reflected his incredulous yet eager gaze.

"We don't accept any services other than custom-made ones. The owner is a lazy dog," Yonivo interrupted.

The apprentice lowered his head in disappointment, then unscrewed the bottle of medicine and tilted his head back to gulp down the entire liquid.

The icy liquid rushed into his stomach, causing him to shudder violently! His face flushed with excessive excitement!

That wasn't the most common feeling of magic restoration; this medicine... this medicine felt like it was coursing through every drop of blood in my body!

The magical energy channels that were "inflamed and swollen" from excessive spellcasting... that exhilarating feeling of sudden enlightenment throughout the body!

That damned magical illness actually disappeared by more than half in an instant!?

"What...what's in this? Chilling Thorns? Or is it mixed with Heavenly Mirror Water? No...nothing's right..."

The apprentice's mind raced. As an outstanding student in the potion-making department of Tus Academy, he believed he already knew the ingredients of potions on the market inside and out...

But what exactly is going on here?! This powerful calming effect on disordered magic... this exhilarating sensation that penetrates to the bone...

He had never seen it before! Nor had he ever heard it mentioned in textbooks or by any professor! The indescribable icy coolness ultimately left only three words surfacing in his mind…

I'm so cold!

"I...may I have the honor of knowing your name?" The apprentice swallowed hard, looking at Yonivo with a hint of awe.

"Hysen... no, Junevo Sol."

The apprentice kept repeating the name as he practically floated out of the shop.

Even as he lay on his bed in the dormitory, he kept reliving that strange feeling, feeling a sense of loss.

"Ryan, why do you look like this when you get back to the dorm? Did you get ripped off by that shady shopkeeper?"

His roommate leaned over—another unfortunate fellow who had suffered from a magical illness during his training, but had chosen to return to school for treatment.

"No, no! Wes, the potions at that apothecary... it's like a miracle I've encountered after using up all the luck in my life!"

"Really? After all, you usually come back cursing after drinking the potion from Miracle Alchemy Street."

"It's true! That apothecary is located in the middle of Miracle Alchemy Street! The alchemist there could tell I had a magical disorder at a glance! And the potion prices are ridiculously low!"

Ryan gestured wildly as he pieced together words, as if trying to apply every compliment he had ever learned in his life.

"Be more specific?" Weiss leaned closer.

"Standard type, 90% purity... two gold coins."

"Two gold coins! God, is this charity?!"

"Shall we go take a look together tomorrow?" someone suggested quietly.

"Go! We have to go! It's rare to see Ryan so out of control!"

The news spread as quickly as ink spreading in a puddle, reaching every weary apprentice who was short of money...

Word of mouth is all it takes to build a reputation, isn't it? And the story of the "Heisenberg Pharmacy" has a long way to go...