The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

"Damn it!"

Barlow cursed under his breath, realizing that the dagger in his hand was no match for the "tons" of jumping insects in front of him!

Nolay is busy acquiring the Bloodline Grass and cannot use Fire Wall to assist him...

For the first time, this seasoned monster hunter felt utterly powerless.

He looked at Yunevo, who was sitting against the tree trunk, and it felt like only yesterday that Bap had disappeared.

Damn it, I'm going all out!

Barlow moved swiftly, grabbing the musket slung across his shoulder—the magic power from the rune activation would affect Nolay, but there was no other way!

Any later and the entire squad would have died here!

With the sudden pull of the trigger, a massive amount of fire magic energy poured out from the muzzle of the musket!

This inevitably caused Nolay's hands to tremble, and a Bloodline Grass lost its luster in the mage's hands.

The source of the demonic energy, a delicious delicacy of the swamp leaping worms, has long since lost its ability to perceive danger, thanks to the concealment of the demonic moss.

A unique, burnt aroma wafted from the thick smoke, causing Yonivo, who was resting with his eyes closed, to cough heavily twice.

Nolay gave Barlow an understanding look, said nothing, and instead gritted her teeth, focusing even more intently on collecting the materials.

The spent cartridges from the muskets fell to the ground one by one, their clinking sounds ringing out clearly. Behind them, four or five Bloodline Grasses lay piled on the ground.

Norae jerked her wand back, her face flushed with exhaustion, and murmured, "I actually did it..."

Barlow breathed a sigh of relief—the muzzle of the musket was already red-hot, and if it continued any longer… there was a clear risk of it exploding.

……

In the Veen Forest, the Tranquil Lily typically grows in pools of water that shimmer with ice crystals.

The tails of the silent silver moths, fluttering in the air, gleamed with a cold light, and the scattered scales floated on the ground, adding a touch of haziness to the desolate environment.

Faced with this swarm of "flying leeches," Barlow and Nolay fell into deep thought.

The reason is simple: these insects have almost mastered the ability to evade attacks with speed comparable to that of southern cockroaches. Killing them is feasible, but it's best to gather them together.

"I'll do it..." Barlow avoided Nolei's gaze, his tone resolute.

Blood is a good bait, but silver moths prefer fresh blood from wounds.

Just as he was holding a twig in his mouth, with the dagger pressed against his palm, and Nolay was on high alert...

Yonivore grabbed Balo's arm with his bloodless, bony hand, and shook his head slightly, staring at the backpack behind Nolei.

"Bloodline Grass...just give it to me."

While directly consuming Blood Vein Grass can temporarily restore vitality, its subsequent toxins... could make it impossible for Yunevo to survive even half a day.

After much hesitation, Balo finally made a decision—he handed out a Bloodline Grass, but closed his eyes as Yunefu chewed and swallowed it.

"Pah... This doesn't taste much better than black bread," Yonivo's mouth was filled with the bursting rusty taste, dry and hard to swallow.

He sat up, patted Nolay on the shoulder, and said softly, "You've done very well, Miss Mage."

Then, he reverted to his rational scholarly demeanor, and the three words "Trust me" that came from his mouth were like the strongest reassurance, calming the two people's slightly bewildered hearts.

"I'll do the introduction," he said softly.

It was just a different person acting as "bait," but Yonivo had long since become, in their eyes, the one who was always creating miracles.

There was no questioning, only belief.

Yunevo bit his finger, and the runes on the cartridge case were rapidly changed from "passive activation" to "timed detonation," and even the magic source that filled it was replaced by his blood essence.

He suppressed the dizziness from excessive blood loss and resolutely threw the "bullet" covered in frost!

Crimson frost flowers bloomed in the air, and silver moths swirled around them like vortexes, devouring the blood mist in swarms, like starlight burning in the night.

Ice spread from beneath the roots of the tranquil lily, locking the man-eating pool in place.

"Now!" Yunev shouted.

Nolay slammed his wand into the ground repeatedly, chanting incantations loudly. A long wall of fire rose from the ground and, as Ballow's musket fired, enveloped and devoured the silver moth.

"continue!"

The faint light of the displacement array flashed, and Yunefu was drenched in the underground river water. He took the opportunity to plunge into the wall of fire and ran towards the Tranquil Lily!

The meager moisture evaporated rapidly under the scorching heat, and the ice beneath Yonivo's feet cracked and splintered...

Success! With lightning speed, Yunevo stuffed a bunch of tranquil lilies into his arms and rolled into the bushes opposite.

"Nolay, let's go!" Barlow caught a glimpse of Yunevo circling back to where she was and quickly reminded the girl to put away her wand and leave.

Running back to the original campfire, Yonivo picked one of each of the three plants and placed them in front of him.

Extracting medicinal substances requires a rigorous process... but in essence, it is inseparable from the alchemical theories of separation and synthesis.

For Yonivore... it was simply a matter of selling at a different price.

He had Barlow hunt down a wooden figure and use an empty potion bottle to collect the flowing, translucent green liquid. After repeating this process, the medicinal herbs were stuffed into three different liquid containers.

Yunefu got up, wrapped the outer shell of the "simple extraction device" with the bark of the ironwood tree, and finally ignited the flames.

"This is..." Nolay looked at the novel device in front of her—she had to admit that Yunev was always refreshing her understanding of things.

Should I pester my father to let me minor in alchemy when I get back? Norae thought to himself, staring at the gradually boiling liquid.

"Yonev, you know that the Bloodline Grass contains toxins... right?"

Barlow's gaze lingered on Yunefu, who appeared no different from an ordinary person but had a deathly pale face, and he murmured.

"I've tested drugs on myself countless times, and I've long since developed a resistance..." Yune subconsciously touched the top of his head.

Fortunately, my head isn't pointy.

The liver's detoxification function is not interrupted by rejection reactions... let alone for creatures like the lizard that need to accumulate venom through its liver.

This was the guarantee that he would eat the whole Bloodline Grass. Yunefu placed the extracted crude product at the three ends of the synthesis array according to its position.

Before everyone's eyes, a bottle of eerie green potion emerged from the center of the magic circle...

[Congratulations, host, on your first successful preparation of an immune rejection agent]

[Quality Assessment: Rough]

Duration estimate: two days

[Can be applied to: natural organoids]

[Purchase of relevant medicinal materials is now open]

"Practicing medicine on the spot..." Balo's throat was a little dry as he looked at Yunevo, who was drawing runes, and said softly.

"How many more things about you are beyond our wildest imaginations...?"

Eunice did not answer; his thoughts were occupied by an even more startling conjecture.

Since he obtained the "super-fast regeneration" of the lizard's liver, the cost of all alchemy has become almost negligible.

Aside from the occasional resurfacing memories of his past life, his most cherished possessions...

All that's left is life.

Yonivore shook the thought out of his mind and focused on making a new concealment potion.

"Everyone, prepare to set off again."