Hamish, bewildered by the unfolding events, turned to Tamazi for answers. Tamazi, too, wore a look of confusion. “My detoxification pill
Before he could complete his sentence, his eyes abruptly turned red, and his expression twisted into malevolence. Soon, a wave of madness swept through the group, causing individuals to lose their sanity.
In the midst of the chaos, Hamish panicked. The prospect of everyone succumbing to madness, resulting in a lethal internal strife, loomed ominously.
“Grandpa!” Izolda cried out in fear as madness surrounded her. Misho shielded her and retrieved a small, exquisite copper bell from his pocket. With urgency, he rang the bell.
As the melodious sound resonated, those who had lost their sanity gradually regained their composure. Misho persistently rang the bell, urging, “Follow me. We need to escape this poison veil’s range quickly.”
The group, now back in control of their senses, hurriedly followed Misho, eager to leave the perilous area.
However, before they could retreat, a series of roars echoed around them, indicating the encroachment of demon beasts. At that instant, all of them were trapped, unable to escape.
Fear was apparent in everyone’s eyes.
“Don’t panic, everyone. There’s an arcane array around us, and I’ve also spread some medicinal powder. Those demon beasts can’t get close. All we have to do is get past this poison veil,” Hamish reassured, attempting to calm the group.
Meanwhile, Misho continued to ring his copper bell, sweat beads forming on his forehead. “We need to devise a solution quickly. I can’t sustain this for long,” he declared.
Each ring of the bell drained a considerable amount of spiritual energy, and Misho couldn’t possibly endure until the poison veil dissipated. When they heard this, panic once again swept through the group.
They turned to Tamazi one by one, their expressions filled with displeasure. “What kind of detoxification pill is this? It’s completely ineffective.”
Tamazi’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he hastily explained, “Don’t worry. I still have some mystical herbs. I’ll craft another batch of detoxification pills at once. There should still be sufficient time.”
Immediately, he retrieved mystical herbs and his cauldron, rushing to refine the pills.
Observing the herbs Tamazi used, Jared interjected, “You don’t have to waste your effort anymore. Detoxification pills crafted from these ingredients would be similarly useless.”
Already agitated, Tamazi, upon hearing Jared’s comment, snapped angrily, “What else can you do besides talking big? Didn’t you claim to be an alchemist, not to mention one who’s superior to Jubilante? If you’re so capable, craft some detoxification pills so we can get out of this predicament!”
“Fine. I’ll do it, then.” Jared smiled faintly. He retrieved the Divine Cauldron and the plethora of mystical herbs he obtained from Jubilante in Yellow Blue City from his Storage Ring.
Tamazi widened his eyes in disbelief at the sight of Jared’s Divine Cauldron and the assortment of precious mystical herbs.
Jared then placed the herbs into the Divine Cauldron. Shortly after, black smoke billowed, and a foul odor emanated from the cauldron.
Catching whiffs of the stench, the other cultivators covered their noses and distanced themselves from Jared.
“What are you refining? Is this a pill? Why does it smell so bad?” Izolda moved away disdainfully. Having witnessed the process, doubts about the efficacy of Jared’s pill filled the group.
While everyone distanced themselves from Jared, Tamazi stood rooted to his spot, staring at Jared’s pill crafting in shock.
In just over ten minutes, the Divine Cauldron hummed, and the flames within extinguished. Over a dozen black, unappealing pills materialized.
