“Very well. We’re all in this together now,” Thaddeus declared. “It’s time to make a blood oath.” He let a single drop of his blood essence fall into the wine cup before him.

The others followed suit, each adding a drop of their own blood essence to the cup before downing the wine in a single gulp, sealing their vows with a shared commitment.

Meanwhile, Sylvain from the Laurent family, also the president of Medicine God Island, lay wide awake, unable to find rest.

He stood before the window, gazing out at the full moon and the ceaseless waves crashing ashore, lost in deep contemplation.

Beneath Sylvain’s feet, a swarm of golden beetles moved about, their faint glow casting a subtle shimmer.

These beetles, a unique species native to Medicine God Island, were Sylvain’s cultivation.

Originally black, the beetle’s shell had turned golden over time. This transformation occurred due to its constant exposure to the mist produced from the potion brewing by the Medicine God on Medicine God Island.

golden beetle was already formidable, and the combined strength of a swarm

You should get some rest,” Maxence said softly as

golden beetles crawling across the floor, which seemed to part and create a

spoke with a hint of anxiety in

cause any trouble,” Maxence said reassuringly. “Their attempts to intimidate us are nothing more than bluster. With their mediocre medical skills, even if we were to surrender Medicine God Island to them, they would still be unable to grasp the legacy left by

“As the saying goes, different situations call for different actions. We’ll take it one step at a

look at Maxence. “Max, do you also think that the reason I’m holding the Alchemist Fair on Medicine God Island is to

intention?” Maxence sounded

grew resolute and profound. “I genuinely wanted to use the resources of Medicine God Island to benefit all the

stared blankly at his father, a storm of complex emotions churning

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