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The room was dimly lit, with a strange green glow flickering intermittently, accompanied by the sound of bubbling water popping, creating an eerie atmosphere throughout the space.
The moment Bu was pulled into the room, he saw Van Lao's aged face illuminated by the green light. The wrinkles covering his face resembled terrifying, ugly scars. Especially his murky eyes, which at that moment radiated an excited and intense color, sending chills down Bu's spine.
"Hehehehe, this vial of potion is ready. Come on, come on, let me drink it," Van Lao said. The immense force surrounding Bu showed no signs of dissipating, rendering him completely immobile as he helplessly watched himself being drawn closer to Van Lao's beckoning hand.
"Hey, hey, hey, old man, don't do anything reckless! This is unethical; you're committing a crime! I'm not ready yet; this is my first time!"
"Smack!"
"Ah!"
"That's right, just open your mouth wide so you can drink it."
Bu's protests and screams were futile. When Van Lao forcefully extended his bony hand, Bu had no choice but to obediently open his mouth wide. Eventually, he couldn't even move his tongue; it felt as if countless evil spirits were entangling him, completely possessed by a thousand-year-old female ghost, making it difficult for him to scream.
"Gululu..."
Bu's eyes bulged larger than a cow's, his expression resembling that of a terrified girl being forced into something against her will.
He felt a pungent and spicy warmth sliding down his throat into his stomach. His taste buds screamed under the unbearable pressure, and his stomach twisted in intense discomfort. The spiciness of the potion made his nose tingle and tears streamed down his face in a pitiful display.
It wasn't until he had consumed all the potion that the binding force that immobilized him finally disappeared. Bu's body fell limply to the ground with a thud.
"You old turtle who doesn't know when to die, I curse your whole family," Bu muttered incoherently while curled up on the floor. He was drenched in cold sweat, experiencing excruciating cramps in his stomach. A force that felt like it would tear him apart erupted from within him, leaving him unable to speak and only able to emit painful howls.
"Go ahead and scream; no matter how loud you yell here, no one can hear you. Hehehehe! You’re lucky; this new potion I developed contains several precious herbs. Do you understand how fortunate you are?
If the final effect meets my expectations, your physical strength will be directly enhanced by one level. You’ll be thanking me before you know it.
Yes, you must thank me! No, you should thank me respectfully! You should bow to me several times! Uh, I’ll pretend to be reluctant and disdainful while you cry out in admiration for me and beg for more potions. But I won’t give you any! Not only will I not give them to you, but I’ll also act disdainfully about it. Yes, just like that.
Ahahaha! I am the most brilliant and authoritative Alchemist Master!"
Van Lao spun around in circles, talking to himself, as if he had fallen into a trance, eventually bursting into a mad laugh.
Torment and pain—Bu finally understood what Sean Sterling had meant by a bit of torment. He finally realized why others looked at him with such strange expressions, filled with sympathy and schadenfreude. But he blamed no one; he only blamed his own lack of strength. To become stronger, to gain more, this little sacrifice, this little torment was nothing. He could endure it, a thousand times over if necessary, as long as he became stronger.
In Van Lao's frenzied words, Bu was wracked with pain and spasms, yet he listened clearly, every word ringing in his ears.
He understood one principle from beginning to end: there is no reward without reason, no sacrifice without purpose. Those who treated him like Sean Sterling were ultimately few. Van Lao chose him as a test subject; it was exploitation, but this exploitation was not without return. At least the benefits after the drug took effect outweighed this bit of torment. Bu could accept it; even if it failed, Van Lao would not harm him to the point of death.
An Alchemist Master bears not only the respect of others but also a sense of honor and responsibility. If the potions they concocted ultimately harmed or crippled their test subjects, not to mention the criticism and doubts from others, the pride and self-esteem of a master would be shattered by such a blow. This is not about glory; it concerns one's own path and beliefs that must be unwaveringly true.
Sudden excruciating pain surged from Viscera, transmitting through his bones and muscles like an electric current spreading throughout his body, stimulating his cells and nerves. Bu Mianrong twisted in agony; unknowingly, his Bloodline Transformation activated automatically. His fangs emerged, and his eyes turned blood red. The pain radiating from his shoulder blades was far greater than ever before, as if something were about to burst forth from within him.
"What’s happening? Did my potion go wrong?" Van Lao, who had been lost in self-admiration, suddenly froze upon seeing Bu’s drastic change. His expression grew serious as he quickly crouched down to observe closely.
At that moment when Van Lao leaned in closer, Bu suddenly sprang up from the ground, letting out a roar akin to that of a wild beast. This roar was filled with intense pain mixed with madness. Energy surged within him like a tidal wave bursting forth, instantly creating an energy storm around him.
In that instant, an even more piercing roar erupted from Bu, causing his clothes to swell up. Even the material of the Destruction Set, an Exceptional Equipment, seemed unable to withstand it as cracks began to form. With a loud bang, his garments tore apart, revealing a pair of blood-red wings that extended grotesquely from his shoulder blades.
"Ding."
Faintly within Bu's consciousness, a familiar yet long-forgotten System Notification Sound echoed. However, in his current state of pain and madness, he completely overlooked this detail.
"What is this?" Van Lao gaped in shock at the horrifying scene unfolding before him.
With his experience, he quickly realized that Bu had unintentionally entered some kind of state related to a Forbidden Technique. Yet this realization left him momentarily stunned; having traveled far and wide for hundreds of years, he had never witnessed such a bizarre and terrifying Forbidden Technique. It transformed a person into something beast-like and sprouted wings from their back.
"Truly astonishing! Hehe! There must be many secrets here; this is much more interesting than those previous pathetic test subjects." The brilliance in Van Lao's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Bu, filled with admiration and anticipation.
Initially intrigued by Bu’s unique constitution and seemingly formidable recovery abilities, he had thought about making him a test subject casually. However, after being provoked by Bu’s defiance at that time, he adopted a harsher attitude while not truly caring deep down.
But now, due to the sudden transformation of Bu, he began to reassess this young man in front of him. Deep down, he sensed that this individual would bring him surprises in the future—surpassing all those previous test subjects—because of this mysterious and unpredictable Forbidden Technique. Today marked the resurgence of astonishment that had long been absent from his heart because of this young man before him.
"Ah!!!" Bu Yang roared as the blood-red wings behind him suddenly spread open. These wings were not large, only covering his upper body, but at the moment they unfurled, Bu's body began to rise slowly with the gentle flapping of the wings. This scene shocked Van Lao even more; the slowly flapping wings resembled bat wings magnified dozens of times, with sharp tips at both ends like the claws of a demon, striking fear into the heart.
"What is this Forbidden Technique? How can it allow someone with only Intermediate Level strength to possess the ability to fly? This is not just a brief hover; it is true levitation. And looking at his aura, it seems to have become overwhelmingly strong out of nowhere—unbelievable, truly unbelievable."
The light in Van Lao's eyes grew more intense as he became increasingly interested in Bu. This young man must be hiding a deep secret and possesses extraordinary adventures; Van Lao was very curious to know more.
At that moment, Bu, who had already risen to mid-air in the room, suddenly let out a muffled groan and fell down. His blood-red wings quickly retracted and disappeared into his body along his shoulder blades. The redness in his eyes faded, and his fangs retracted. As he landed, he immediately fell into unconsciousness.
"Huh? Is that it?" Van Lao stood there in shock for a moment before reacting. He walked over to Bu's side and waved his sleeve, unleashing a powerful surge of energy that instantly merged into Bu's body for examination. At the same time, a thread of spiritual power also flowed into Bu's body along with this energy, conducting a comprehensive investigation.
After a long while, Van Lao's brows gradually furrowed as he murmured with a hint of confusion.
"Something's not right. How could this happen? This young man's physical strength hasn't improved at all; there's not even the slightest enhancement. This doesn't make sense—there must be something wrong." Van Lao's head was spinning as his eyebrows nearly knitted together.
"This new potion I've developed has undergone several trials on low-level magical beasts, enhancing their physical strength. According to the alchemical formula, the distribution of ingredients and the refining process are all extremely reasonable; there shouldn't be any mistakes.
Why can't it strengthen this young man's body? Could it be that this potion only works on beasts and is ineffective on humans? That shouldn't be possible." As he muttered to himself, Van Lao fell into deep thought before turning around to fiddle with some Alchemical Instruments nearby, leaving Bu lying on the ground without further concern.
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