Ery had returned to the Azure Cloud Mansion and spent hours ticulously preparing the treatnt for the patriarch. Every ingredient was asured with precision, and every step was perford with unwavering focus. When the pill was finally ready, he made his way to the patriarch's private training chamber to begin the treatnt.
"Master Ery, thank you for doing this," said Ella, her voice soft yet filled with earnest gratitude as she stood on the sidelines, watching him intently.
Ery hadn't even begun the treatnt yet, but the girl's unwavering faith in his abilities was almost tangible. Her hopeful expression added an invisible weight to his shoulders—a subtle pressure that reminded him of the stakes involved. After all, despite his extensive knowledge and skill in apothecary, he lacked significant experience in direct dical treatnts, especially those involving grand magus realm figures.
With his current capabilities, a single touch from him could cure any mortal, while his expertly crafted potions and pills could address most issues faced by magus realm individuals. However, the Grand Magus realm was an entirely different challenge with their cosmic body.
At this stage, the grand magus body wasn't just flesh and blood—it was a complex vessel infused with cosmic energy. Each pressure point and ridian pulsed with refined cosmic force, creating a system that could not be easily cleansed or healed with potions alone.
The foreign substance invading the patriarch's body was deeply intertwined with these energy pathways. Ery knew that simply relying on his pills and potions would not be sufficient to purge it entirely.
For this reason, he had prepared an additional phase of treatnt—one that required both alchemical expertise and precise manipulation of energy.
The old patriarch sat cross-legged in the lotus position, his upper body exposed to allow Ery full access to the affected areas. His aged skin, marked by years of cultivation, seed to faintly glimr under the ambient light of the chamber.
Ery stepped forward and carefully unwrapped a pristine set of Tier 5-grade silver needles. Each needle radiated a faint silvery sheen, imbued with energy ant to stabilize and channel the flow of power.
Closing his eyes briefly, Ery activated his divine sense, his spiritual energy flowing outward like invisible threads weaving through the patriarch's body. He ticulously located every compromised pressure point where the foreign substance had anchored itself. With precise and practiced movents, Ery began piercing the needles into those critical spots, one by one.
"Father… is it painful?" Ella's soft voice trembled with concern as she stepped forward slightly.
The patriarch opened his eyes briefly and shook his head, offering a weak but reassuring smile. "No… no pain at all."
Ery, maintaining his calm focus, spoke in a asured tone, "Senior, please remain steady."
With that, Ery retrieved the recently concocted pill. The small orb glowed with an intense crimson light, faint wisps of smoke rising from its surface. It was a Tier 7 pill, infused with concentrated fire essence—a potent catalyst that would act as both a purifier and an amplifier during the treatnt.
"Please consu this, Senior," Ery instructed.
The patriarch nodded and swallowed the pill without hesitation. Almost instantly, a surge of warmth spread throughout his body as the fire essence ignited within his cosmic pathways. Ery extended his hand over the patriarch's chest, channeling his spirit energy to guide and contain the fiery force now coursing through him.
As the energy spread, sharp bursts of resistance flared up in specific pressure points, causing the patriarch to grimace slightly. Ery's divine sense picked up on these areas of turbulence—like stubborn knots in an intricate web—and he swiftly inserted additional silver needles with pinpoint precision.
The patriarch's body trembled faintly as the cosmic energy roared through him, each movent like attempting to subdue a wild, untad beast. Every ti Ery closed in on an affected node, the foreign energy retaliated, surging violently and sending sharp spikes of pain through the patriarch's body.
Ella's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her eyes wide with fear and worry. "Master Ery… is this supposed to happen? Is he—"
Before she could finish, Ery's voice cut through, firm and unwavering. "Trust , Ella. I've got this."
Ery focused all his energy on maintaining control over the patriarch's cosmic pathways. Sweat beaded on Ery's forehead, but his hands remained steady as he alternated between adjusting the needles, channeling energy, and monitoring the flow of cosmic power.
The silver needle technique Ery was using wasn't sothing he had learned casually—it was a legacy left behind by Fuxi. Witnessing his friends die had been a haunting experience for Ery. It was this very helplessness that had driven him to study Fuxi's intricate healing thods.
Though he had practiced the technique on his prisoners, this was the first ti Ery attempted it on soone with a fully developed cosmic body.
The treatnt continued for hours. Ery alternated between stabilizing the patriarch's energy pathways, administering supplentary recovery pills to soothe the elder's strained cosmic body, and carefully introducing additional scorching pills to maintain the purifying fire essence within him.
The patriarch's body glistened with sweat, and faint wisps of smoke rose from his skin where the fire essence clashed with the remnants of the foreign poison.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ery let out a slow breath and took a step back. His hands trembled slightly from the intense focus and effort expended over the last few hours.
"I have done all I can," he said, his voice steady but laced with exhaustion.
The patriarch remained seated in the lotus position, his chest rising and falling heavily, his complexion still pale but noticeably more stable. Despite Ery's efforts, the elder was still locked in a silent battle within himself—a fight against the lingering remnants of the poison entrenched deep in his cosmic core.
"The rest of the poison can only be eliminated by your father himself," Ery explained, turning to Ella. "But do not worry. Give him ti, and I am certain he will make a full recovery."
Ella's eyes shimred with tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Thank you… Thank you, Master Ery. I don't know how to repay you."
Ery offered her a faint but reassuring smile before reaching into his storage ring to retrieve a recovery pill for himself. Swallowing it quickly, he felt a faint wave of warmth spread through his exhausted body, easing so of the strain.
Despite his weariness, Ery did not leave the chamber. Instead, he stays close, observing every detail of the patriarch's condition.
While the chamber remained heavy with tense anticipation, the silence was broken by the hurried steps of the dark-elf captain. He entered the room cautiously, his expression etched with concern as he struggled not to disturb the ongoing treatnt. Yet, the urgency in his eyes was unmistakable—sothing was wrong.
Ery didn't need an explanation. With a sweep of his divine sense, he imdiately detected multiple figures entering the estate grounds. Among them, a familiar presence stood out: Vernon, the patriarch of the Amber Fall clan. This ti, however, he brought more people.
Ella, still at her father's side, turned pale with panic. "Why now?! At this crucial mont... what if!?"
Ery placed a reassuring hand on her trembling shoulder. "Don't worry, Ella. I will handle this."
With that, Ery walked out of the chamber and into the open courtyard. His steps were unhurried, yet every movent carried an air of authority.
Waiting in the estate's front yard was Vernon, the brash Grand Magus of the Amber Fall clan. His sharp gaze locked onto Ery the mont he appeared, his lips curling into a sneer. Beside him stood two other Grand Magus experts, their cosmic energy radiating like a heavy pressure over the estate. The trio was not here to negotiate—they were here for confrontation.
"There you are, beastman!" Vernon's voice bood across the courtyard. "Today, you'll regret sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
Ery stood still, his expression unyielding and calm, as if the three Grand Magus before him were little more than an inconvenient breeze. His piercing gaze swept over Vernon and his two companions before he spoke.
"Just two more...?" Are you sure?" Ery tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Perhaps you should co back when you've brought more help. I'd hate for you to leave here disappointed."
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