Qian Jin, come to my place after leaving the stupid donkey.
Eulalia’s words smashed Qian Jin’s hopes. He felt a chill rushing into his head through the spine as the torment of Eulalia was there to be.
It was a level 2 bone injuries at first, but now I’m afraid it was aggravated to level 4.
Adams found a bottle of ointment as well as a bottle of potion from his collection.
How dare you fight with others twice when your injuries hadn’t recovered? In case you continued fighting several times, you needn’t ask me for treatment but can instead directly retire as a warrior and work as a blacksmith just like Blake.
Retire?
Qian Jin raised his brows.
Uncle Blade? So you mean Uncle Blake wasn’t a blacksmith in the past, but a warrior?
The hands of Adams grasping the medicine bottle were frozen for a second and then a gloomy look flashed through his face.
Really? Did I say that? Blake has been a blacksmith from the very beginning.
Qian Jin stared directly into Adams’s eyes and felt sure that this master who was poor at telling lies was trying to hide something from him; however, it couldn’t be more obvious.
Adams lowered his head, rubbed the ointment around the fractures of Qian Jin’s arms, and then poured the potion into his mouth. With a chill, the potion streamed toward the bone fractures.
This…
Qian Jin looked at his fractures in sheer surprise and had no time to think about what Adams said just now. The potion was unimaginably marvelous. And the ointment smeared above his skin was exuding swiftly beneath at a visible speed, while the chill sensation had also reached his injuries.
Just within a blink of an eye, the pain on the fractures was mitigated by the cold sensation. Then, Qian Jin felt that the fractured bones were connecting to each other precisely while the bone matters were regenerating at a high speed.
It all happened within few minutes. Qian Jin clenched his fists hard to feel the power streaming through his fingers.
Had the pain stopped? Yes, and more importantly, his injuries had fully recovered.
Qian Jin looked at his arms in great shock, feeling that this potion was unbelievably marvelous. He only knew that some mystic potions had the strange ability to make people’s wounds recover instantly. Did ordinary potions have that ability as well?
Shouldn’t it be the case that the effect of potions performed gradually after being used? Why did it heal the injuries within such a short time? Was that still considered a potion in the general sense?
Marvelous, yes? Now, do you know how great the subject of pharmaceutical is? And that potion is superior to mystic potion, right?
Adams looked at Qian Jin proudly.
Even if you have a level-10 injury, I can assure that you will soon recover with the medicine I give you.
Qian Jin kept blinking, wondering whether he would remain healed when he stepped outside the Endless World. If so…it would be too prodigious.
Stupid donkey.
A lofty voice came from Eulalia’s Mystic Potion Shop.
After taking my mystic potions, you will become even stronger than a god and will be free from all injuries. Is there any need for your potion to be used?
Really?
Adams staggered toward the door of the room in a lofty way.
Since your potion is so powerful, why is Qian Jin wounded? Hasn’t he taken a lot of your potions…
Qian Jin felt a tickling on his scalp, wondering why he was involved in their bicker. Because of this…
Qian Jin, come here. I have invented a new type of mystic potion.
Qian Jin sighed. What he was terrified of was not Uncle Blake’s order of fight with the demon beasts on the West Mountain, but a sentence from Madam Eulalia.
I have invented a new type of mystic potion.
This sentence was one million times more destructive than the forbidden spells of the supreme mages. Each time Qian Jin heard this sentence, he would experience a thundering heartbeat.
Take off your clothes and soak in this medicine vat.
Eulalia pointed at a huge black medicine vat that had a height of almost four meters and then looked at the increasingly robust Qian Jin. In one of her hands, there was a bottle of mystic potion which looked as horrific as could be.
Take off my clothes? Qian Jin looked around, just to find that there wasn’t a changing room here. How could he take off his clothes in the face of such a pretty woman?
You are ashamed of being seen by me?
The corner of Eulalia’s eyes dropped as an indifferent look appeared on her face.
Your little guy hasn’t grown enough hair yet; I have seen much more.
Hasn’t grown mature enough…Qian Jin wore a bitter smile and shook his head. Being made fun of by his Queen like mystic pharmaceutical master, he didn’t know what to say.
After Eulalia walked out of the room, Qian Jin took off his clothes, climbed along the ladder, and looked down at the black vat just to find that there was a red liquid boiling like hot lava in the vat. He seemed to have lost his ability to speak.
Yo, you look pretty good after taking off your clothes…
Hearing Eulalia walking into the room, Qian Jin flushed and directly jumped into the black medicine vat. Compared to having his naked body being watched, he’d rather choose to soak himself in the vat.
The moment Qian Jin jumped into the medicine vat, it felt so painful that he opened his mouth and uttered a mourning scream.
He suffered in silence when he was soaked in the burning water in Four Seasons Valley and the devouring sand in Ancient Desert Sea. But this time, he failed.
The pain he tasted was beyond his tolerate level. The moment he jumped into the medicine vat, he felt that the liquid potion had changed into sharp blades coming from all directions to chop on his skin.
He then activated the Iron Body of his Wind and Cloud Golden Body to stop the pain; he immediately felt like he was enjoying a massage instead of being tormented.
You cannot use Body Protection Warrior Power or Body Protection Technique.
Eulalia reached nearby the black medicine vat with the help of the ladder as she said. She poured some potion into Qian Jin’s mouth, seized Qian’s head with her tenuous fingers, and then pressed him down.
With a purring sound, Qian Jin felt that he had reached the bottom of the vat like what he experienced in Four Seasons Valley. He was immersed head to toe in the vat, with no hair exposed to the outside.
Pain flooded in from all directions. Qian Jin covered his abdomen with his hands, wondering what generation of Volcano Potion this was. The previous versions of Volcano Potion only carried impulsive force, but the one he was experiencing now was also equipped with a burning force. It was like blades cutting his skin and steel needles pricking through his pores.
You can activate neither Body Protection Warrior Power nor Body Protection Fighting Technique so long as you don’t want to be beaten like this by others. But if you do not mind being injured like a bleeding pig, you can freely use the Body Protection Warrior Power and Fighting Technique.
The cold and aloof voice pierced through the bubbling medicine vat. After hearing this, Qian Jin instantly held down his warrior power that was about to be activated to alleviate the pain.
Qian Zhanxuan’s lofty and indifferent image kept flashing in Qian Jin’s mind. No warrior power was allowed. None at all.
One second…two seconds…three seconds…one minute…ten minutes…half an hour…
Two hours later, Qian Jin was pulled out of the medicine vat by Eulalia like a dead dog. He then spread on the ground as he panted harshly and felt too weak to move even one finger.
Your figure…
Eulalia crossed her hands over her chest and looked at Qian Jin up and down.
Great. Pretty macho.
Hoop…Qian Jin had a dry cough; he had no energy to feel to feel embarrassed or just lift his hand to cover the vital part of his body.
Splatter…
A basin of cold water was poured on Qian Jin, making him feel that numerous skillful massagers were kneading his body. It was Stamina Recovering Potion. Qian Jin smiled, as it came at just the right moment.
Qian Jin looked at Eulalia while putting on his clothes,
Master, do you know something about bloodline warriors?
Bloodline warriors?
Eulalia gazed at Qian Jin’s lower body and kept nodding.
Sure I know. They are the ones who have bloodline power and can be awakened several times. However, few of them could reach the level of Heavenly awakening, and fewer could reach the ultimate awakening. They are just a crowd of stupid donkeys who label themselves the strongest warriors.
Qian Jin couldn’t help giving a thumb up. He had heard a lot about the comments on bloodline warriors, either from books in the Zence Empire or from the translated versions of the Barbarians, invariably speaking highly of their strength and nobility. It was his first time hearing someone call those bloodline warriors as stupid asses.
Someday in the future, I will invent a kind of potion that could change even a pig into a god.
Eulalia moved her arms from her chest and put them around her waist.
By that time they will know how stupid they actually are.
Since you know about the bloodline warriors…
Qian Jin asked tentatively,
Do you know some kind of water that could help people awaken their bloodline power after drinking?
How come…
Eulalia stopped halfway, twisted her eyebrows, and looked at Qian Jin.
The possibilities are there, yet such water is by no means natural. For example, if a strong Snake-form Demon Beast dies and is drowned in a water, and under the circumstance that the terrain around has the ability to filter the toxins, a certain medical effect will be formed, which might help with the awaking for snake-type bloodline warriors, though there is only a very low rate of succeeding.
Of course…
Eulalia said after a while of contemplation,
But the possibilities are small because merely relying on the surrounding materials to filter the toxins is not enough. In which case several thousand types of mineral substances are indispensable. Given the extremely adverse natural environment, maybe…maybe a huge quantity of miscellaneous pollen is also needed. All in all, it’s very cumbersome to configure such a kind of potion…
Strong demon beast? A corpse soaked in the water? Qian Jin snapped his finger as he recalled that the demon beast Lucifer Nihan killed was exactly a Sand Python. Yet no magic core or other parts of it was found in the hall. He used to think that Lucifer Nihan had already used up those parts, but now it seemed to him that the corpse of the Sand Python was still beneath the water. It didn’t work for Cech Flet because he was a Fallen Angel Bloodline Warrior but worked for Duren Burg since he belonged to the royal branch of Hydra Bloodline Warriors.
