Chapter 73: Potion Analysis

Although Eleanor had just been playing with great enthusiasm, she clearly didn't mind switching to the victim's perspective and judging Deimos once more. She lifted her chin, mimicking Midiel's tone with a cold snort, "Exactly, what's going on? If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about leaving."

Deimos rolled the pink pearl in his palm, looking utterly innocent. "What? I don't know anything—wasn't this something we all agreed on? Why am I the one taking the blame?"

Midiel sneered and cast Deimos a sharp glance before vanishing, leaving behind even the mysterious object without taking it.

Eleanor immediately returned to her playful demeanor and gloated, "You're in trouble now. That pretentious kid is genuinely angry."

Deimos scratched his head helplessly, muttering under his breath, "It wasn't my intention. I didn't want things to turn out this way... Besides, nothing unexpected happened, did it?"

Eleanor’s figure gradually faded, but she laughed, "I don't care—you're the Cellmaster now. I'm just curious how those old stubborn fools agreed to let you take the position. It's terrifying~"

Deimos’s expression grew even more pained, his tone bitter. "I just thought it would be fun at the time. Who knew being the Cellmaster would require so much consideration? Those old geezers even said I can't leave unless there's a new heir. Tell me, do you think Xiao Qi could inherit my mantle... Hey, don't leave!"

Before Deimos could finish, Eleanor had already vanished. Deimos could only sigh deeply, tossing the pink pearl casually. It transformed into a streak of black light and he left the island.

As the essence of the mysterious object departed, the island's dazzling glow gradually dissipated into the sky.

Qi Xiao and Raymond had just returned to the hall when Midiel followed right behind. Although they had no idea what the three wizards had discussed, judging by their teacher’s expression, it couldn’t have been pleasant.

Qi Xiao was always adept at reading moods and sensing emotions. Seeing his teacher in such a state, he merely greeted him before heading back to his room.

He had originally planned to ask Butler Merck about the blood plague, but since there was no urgency, tomorrow would do just as well. Upon entering his room, Qi Xiao found a bottle of rose-gold potion quietly placed on the table.

With nothing else to occupy him, Qi Xiao took the potion and used an instrument to conduct a simple analysis.

The results surprised him. The potion wasn’t meant to be drunk; it was intended for the soul.

The ingredients were currently unknown, but according to the instrument’s findings, the potion was not for oral consumption. Instead, after opening it, one should simply inhale its scent. This would purify the soul’s impurities and negative emotions, helping it regain purity and balance.

Moreover, the analysis showed that the potion could stimulate deep memories, assisting the user in recalling important experiences or knowledge.

In addition to inhaling it, if one wished to heal soul wounds or alleviate the backlash from failed spellcasting, a few drops could be applied to the forehead to repair soul damage and ease mental pain.

Qi Xiao carefully opened the potion, inhaling gently as he closed his eyes to sense its effects.

Not long after, he felt his soul become lively, with much of the fatigue from his journey dissipating.

"A remarkable thing!"

Potions that could affect the soul were always rare. Qi Xiao had no doubt that, with this senior’s alchemical prowess, he could craft potions that would enhance mental strength and grant ordinary people access to extraordinary abilities.

Just this one bottle—if Qi Xiao could master seventy percent of its secrets, his own alchemical skills would improve dramatically.

He recalled the scent he had just inhaled, analyzing the materials used.

First, there was certainly phantom grass, a herb that grows under moonlight and is believed to bridge the material and soul worlds, fostering communication between them. Its effects were solid, with high yield and low cost.

Qi Xiao could sense that the potion’s cost couldn’t be too high, so expensive herbs and materials could be ruled out.

Additionally, it might contain Netherwater, a pure water sourced deep beneath ancient battlefields, linked to the soul’s primal energy, aiding purification and recovery.

Yet both these are nourishing herbs. The potion must also contain a catalyst to invigorate the soul—could it be powdered Echo Crystal?

Qi Xiao studied it through the night, yet his eyes remained bright and alert, showing no signs of fatigue.

But since dawn had arrived, he set aside his notes, carefully stored the potion, and went out onto the island.

Lifting his gaze, Qi Xiao could clearly see that the glow in the sky had mostly dissipated, leaving only a few thin layers swirling overhead, unlikely to last much longer.

Relieved, he lowered his eyes and spotted Eve still sitting quietly atop the massive stone, leisurely fishing.

Qi Xiao called out a greeting, and upon hearing him, Eve smiled and waved, her spirit clearly more stable than before.

Qi Xiao offered his well-wishes, then suddenly remembered something. His form flickered and disappeared, reappearing before Eve after only two breaths.

“Your spatial teleportation is noticeably more proficient—impressive, you’re already close to surpassing me,” Eve said with a smile. Though not a spatial mage herself, as Midiel’s disciple she had mastered several classic spatial tricks.

Qi Xiao handed her a deep blue glass, smiling, “Senior sister, you flatter me. This is a new drink I’ve developed—please try it and tell me what you think.”

Eve reached out to take it, inspecting the drink carefully. It was a rich gemstone blue, with a subtle silver shimmer at the bottom of the glass. When she gently swirled the cup, it sparkled like stars. The rim was adorned with a ring of frosted sugar, adding a sweet flair, while tiny bubbles danced on the surface, lending a fresh and lively feel. A faint aroma of fruit and vanilla wafted from the cup, invigorating Eve’s spirits.

She took a sip—the drink was silky, sweet but not cloying, with a delicate effervescence that delighted her palate. As the fragrance lingered in her mouth, Eve felt her mood grow lighter and more relaxed.

“Not bad, junior brother! I never realized you had such skills. Is this a byproduct of your potion research? It’s surprisingly delicious.”

Eve was pleasantly surprised; she hadn’t expected much, being a natural lover of spirits and usually dismissive of other beverages. She’d only taken a sip to humor her little brother.

Seeing her positive reaction, Qi Xiao relaxed. “Of course not—it’s the result of studying under a friend. It’s still experimental, but I’m glad you like it. I’ll let senior brother and teacher try it too to see what they think.”

Eve encouraged him, “Go ahead, but their opinions aren’t worth much—given the taste, Raymond, that reincarnated pig spirit, couldn’t possibly say anything bad about it. He’d claim even a radish fruit tastes superb!”