Chapter 1957 Request


    Emery diligently spent several days replenishing his pill stocks after his sessful venture in the poison resistance project. Upon his return to the apothecary center, he once again found himself seeking additional special jobs to undertake.


    Grandmaster Saagar greeted him with words of praise, stating, "You did really well on yourst job; I am impressed." n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    As Emery perused the avable tasks, Grandmaster Saagar informed him that someone sought a meeting. It turned out to be Grandmaster Hypotia, and she inquired, "May I know how you could create the poison resistance so fast?"


    Emery openly shared his approach, disclosing the presence of a poisonous mythical beast soul that helped him while keeping Khaos''s existence concealed. This revtion seemed to startle Grandmaster Hypotia, as if she had stumbled upon something she had long sought.


    In response to Emery''s exnation, she proposed a special job task, stating, "I can issue a special job for you if you can help me with my problem." Familiar with Grandmaster Hypotia and intrigued by the prospect of a poison-rted challenge, Emery readily agreed to assist.


    "Follow me," Grandmaster Hypotia instructed. She led Emery her workshop and into one of the rooms within. As they entered, Emery noticed an immediate drop in temperature. It appeared to be a special room designed for controlled environments.


    Inside, Emery''s gaze fell upon a familiar figure seated in the lotus position – Winri Lampads, one of the participants from the mastery exams. Despite the cold surroundings, Winri looked distressed. Beads of sweat adorned her forehead, and the dark-haired woman''s skin disyed ominous dark veins, indicating her difort.


    Concern etched on his face, Emery couldn''t help but ask, "What kind of poison is this?" Grandmaster Hypotia proceeded to provide a detailed exnation, unraveling the mysterious and dangerous nature of the toxic affliction affecting Winri.


    Winri, a scion of a venerable apothecary lineage on a mid-realm within the sector, was identified early on as a promising talent. In preparation for her journey toward bing a master apothecary, her family bestowed upon her a coveted heirloom – a divine me meant to merge seamlessly with her spirit core.


    The infusion of the divine me brought forth remarkable results, enhancing Winri''s skills to craft exceptional apothecary products. However, this newfound proficiency came at a considerable price – a fiery poison that coursed through her veins whenever she harnessed the potent energy of the divine me.


    Recognizing the gravity of Winri''s situation, Grandmaster Hypotia took her under her tutge five years ago. Despite Grandmaster Hypotia''s extensive expertise in thew of ice, she struggled to find a remedy for Winri''s affliction. Paradoxically, as Winri progressed in her apothecary mastery, the ming poison grew more unpredictable and tumultuous, posing a formidable challenge to both mentor and disciple. The intricate intery of the divine me and its toxic consequences added ayer ofplexity to their ongoing efforts to mitigate the effects.


    "Thest treatment I administered to her onlysted one week," Grandmaster Hypotia revealed, a hint of frustration evident in her voice. Despite seeking counsel from various experts, healers, and poison specialists, none could offer asting solution. She had even reached out to a renowned figure known as the god of medicine, but the elder remained secluded in seclusion for months.


    Faced with the prospect that her disciple might not endure another month, Grandmaster Hypotia, driven by desperation, sought out any known experts in the field of poison. It was during this search that she learned about Emery''s recent sessful job, sparking a glimmer of hope.


    "Please, will you give it a try?" Grandmaster Hypotia implored Emery, her tone a mixture of desperation and hope. Although Emery sensed the grandmaster''s skepticism about his chances of sess, he understood the gravity of the situation.


    To begin, Emery delved into theprehensive information provided by Grandmaster Hypotia. He meticulously studied the multitude of treatments and remedies applied to Winri, ranging from an array of cold-based potions to various poison recipes. Each element in the intricate tapestry of Winri''s affliction was reflected in the narrative shared by the grandmaster.


    Leveraging VIA, Emery meticulously analyzed each treatment, eliminating over 95% of possible poison types. Despite the thorough examination, the oue revealed a disheartening trend – Winri''s condition had witnessed a continuous decline.


    Seeking a more hands-on approach, Emery approached Winri, settling into a simr lotus position behind her. cing both of his arms on her back, he intended to assess her condition thoroughly with the aid of Chututlu. As he prepared to channel his energy to aid in the diagnostic process, the unexpected note of concern from Grandmaster Hypotia caught him off guard.


    "Be careful," the cautious words conveyed an unspoken concern and hinted at something hidden within Winri''s condition that Emery was yet to discover.


    In mere seconds, Emery immersed himself in Winri''s essence, feeling the insidious presence of the poison coursing through her blood. However, as he ventured closer to her core, a sudden resistance met his psychic probes. A vehement, burning energy pushed back against his attempts, and it became evident that this opposing force didn''t originate from Winri herself.


    "Her core... there is something alive within," Emery eximed.


    The realization of why his earlier exnation about the mythical beast intrigued Grandmaster Hypotia became clear and the caution she expressed now echoed with significance. There was, indeed, another soul residing within Winri, and this newfound knowledge prompted Chututlu to speak.


    <Divine fire… haha, stupid human, that''s the soul of a powerful ming creature>, the Chaos guardian taunted, its presence echoing within Emery''s mind. Guided by Cthulhu, Emery ventured deeper into the recesses of the ming barrier surrounding the core, allowing him to sense the presence of the formidable beast soul residing within. As the metaphysical fog lifted, the creature revealed itself in the form of a terrifying ming scorpion, its essence pulsating with an otherworldly energy. Chututlu, ever amused by the unfolding spectacle, issued a warning.


    <Be careful… This… is a divine beast…, one mistake, and you could be burnt to a crisp.>