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In the dormitory area of Academy No. 1, Erin hurriedly stepped outside upon hearing voices. When she saw Xiar with two others behind him, she paused for a moment, her previously joyful smile vanishing as confusion washed over her.
"Oh, this is Tiffany, a friend who works with me at the Central Laboratory, and this is her sister, Vivian," Xiar introduced simply. He then pulled Erin closer, resting his hand on her shoulder and smiling. "This is Erin."
It was just a straightforward introduction without any embellishments, yet Erin felt a surge of genuine joy, her earlier disappointment fading away in an instant.
A sweet smile appeared on her face as she extended her hand invitingly. "Hello, Sister Tiffany, please come in. I'll get you some water."
"Hello," Tiffany replied coldly.
"Hello, Elder Sister Erin. Thank you for your trouble," Vivian greeted politely and added with a compliment, "Sister is very beautiful; you match well with Brother Xiar!"
"You’re beautiful too." Erin was taken aback by the compliment and instantly beamed with happiness, her mood lifting even more.
Xiar bringing the two back was not merely a casual visit; he intended for Vivian to stay here temporarily. After all, it would be difficult for Tiffany, a tough woman, to take care of her sister properly. It was better for Vivian to stay here where Xiar could provide timely treatment.
"…For now, this is how it will be. Vivian is seriously ill; let her have her own room. Please try to take care of her when you can; I need to prepare medication for her," Xiar explained briefly after sending Tiffany off, apologetically entrusting Vivian to Erin's care.
"Yes, I will take good care of Sister Vivian. It's so sad that such a young child has to endure such terrible suffering," Erin nodded repeatedly after understanding the situation, tears welling up in her eyes.
After all, the girl looked so young, right at the most radiant and blossoming stage of life, yet she was afflicted with such a serious illness. This made Erin empathize deeply and feel an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
After completing the entrusted task, Xiar left his residence and quickly arrived at the Transaction District to meet with Montor, the head of the Ivan Family.
On the second floor of the Totem Shop, Montor poured a glass of water for him, struggling to contain his excitement as he said, "Mr. Xiar, are you sure you want to hand over this potion formula to us?"
"Of course," Xiar nodded.
Montor took a deep breath twice to calm his somewhat agitated emotions.
Having learned about the strength of the person before him in Mapping, he had eagerly sought to befriend him, fully aware that he would gain substantial rewards. However, he never expected that this reward would come so quickly.
A potion formula, especially one that could enhance mental strength, was an invaluable treasure for a Spirit Master.
Although the materials used were somewhat expensive and the enhancement of mental strength was not particularly fast, it was still superior to potions available on the market. It could almost rival the precious potions that could only be purchased with Contribution Points in the academy's shop!
If utilized properly, this formula could even create a family wealthy enough to rival nations!
"Mr. Xiar, I can allocate up to 100 million in cash right now; the rest will take some time to gather," Montor said nervously, fearing that Xiar might change his mind and seek another Transaction partner.
After some time apart, he sensed a tremendous aura building around Xiar, leading him to speculate whether he had entered the Third Rank. Naturally, he did not dare to make any rash moves.
A Third-Level Spirit Master was considered an absolute powerhouse in Morent; many families had their strongest members at only Secondary level. Possessing a Tier Three Expert meant qualifying as an Extended Family.
"Transfer 100 million to me and use the rest to purchase gems and other materials. Can you manage that?" Xiar asked, tapping his fingers on the table. After a brief pause, he spoke calmly.
"Of course," Montor replied, immediately feeling relieved and eager to agree.
"Our previous collaboration was very pleasant. This Transaction is just the beginning. If we can complete it quickly, I will consider future Transactions. The premise is that you must not deceive me; otherwise, you will know the consequences."
Xiar remained calm, a powerful mental pressure descending upon Montor, instantly confirming his strength. Montor hurriedly nodded, saying, "Rest assured, I will take full responsibility this time. I will make sure you are satisfied!"
After Montor left, he looked at the retreating figure with a hint of confusion.
During their first meeting, the other party had clearly been just an ordinary First-Level Spirit Master. Why had he become so powerful in less than two months? What had happened during that time?
However, Montor was a man with self-awareness, and the strongest member of the Ivan Family was merely a Second-Level Spirit Master, which posed no threat to Xiar.
Even if he suspected this and informed the Extended Family, they would only get a small share of the benefits; it would be better to cooperate with Xiar to the fullest.
Often, excessive greed could lead to one's own demise!
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Knowledge is power!
Knowledge is wealth!
Xiar was increasingly aware of this truth. With his terrifying Knowledge System, he could easily make fundamental modifications to potion formulas, significantly enhancing their efficacy.
Unfortunately, such modifications were time-consuming. Despite his efforts, he had only completed one improved formula so far.
Time was running out for him. Under the watchful eyes of the insects, he learned that Leslie had already discovered the truth and had witnessed his Clone Body being brutally killed.
Given Leslie's personality, it was certain that action would be taken soon. At that point, events similar to those in the story he knew would unfold, and that would present him with an opportunity.
To prepare for this, he needed to grow stronger once again, even if it meant risking exposure by selling potions for resources.
Potion formulas were like a money tree, continuously bringing in wealth; however, what he lacked most at this moment was time!
Xiar entered the secret base located deep underground, carrying a box of items obtained from the Totem Shop, and began his preparations.
He carefully took out a vial of blood, the crimson liquid swaying slightly inside.
His earlier words were merely a ruse to deceive Tiffany; his true aim was to acquire the Inheritance Factor from her Bloodline in order to extract what he desired.
The Inheritance Factor is distributed throughout a living organism's body and can also be extracted through active blood.
Of course, he needed to hurry; otherwise, once the vitality faded, the extraction's effectiveness would be significantly reduced.
"Analysis!"
Source Power shimmered, transforming into a brilliant Grayish White galaxy that flowed throughout the basement. Flickering embers appeared, making Xiar feel as if he were facing a blazing fire.
A loud cry echoed as a bird engulfed in flames suddenly formed within the swirling Inheritance Factor.
With an overwhelming presence that looked down upon everything, it descended with a fierce aura that startled the Burrowing Beast nearby, which stared at it in shock.
This bird was no larger than a palm, yet it created an illusion of wings that could block out the sun, causing an involuntary shiver under its imposing aura, as if one wanted to submit.
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