Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 24
Two weeks later, on Monday, March 7th, a cauldron that bubbled and glowed eerily stood in the center of the basement of the Church of Harvest.
Quinn stood by the large pot, his eyes intently observing the surging blue-purple liquid within. Beside him, four silent wooden Golems orderly poured materials into the pot.
With Golems doing the work, Quinn didn’t actually need to participate in the potion brewing process. But to avoid Monday’s service, he simply used “work” as an excuse to slack off in the basement.
“This is to temper Snow’s ability…” Quinn mumbled, “It’s absolutely not because I found the service boring and dumped the task on Snow, absolutely not!”
Only when the Golem responsible for stirring stopped its work and the sapphire-like glowing liquid in the cauldron calmed down did Quinn nod. The Golems then poured the potions into metal vials, packed them into boxes, and stacked them neatly.
These wooden Golems were simply composed of incomplete spirits and plants spontaneously grown by Quinn. They were extremely cheap, possessed a certain level of intelligence, and could understand Quinn’s instructions.
This model was named “Alchemy-One” by Quinn, meaning it was specifically for alchemical use. There were other models: “Guard-Two” type Earth Golems, which numbered over a hundred and were spread throughout Bikini Beach; and “Job-Three” type Steel Golems, of which Quinn had only made three so far. They could usually transform into palm-sized steel puppets and, in combat, transform into five-meter-tall steel giants to fight.
“Hmm, success.” Quinn examined the calm liquid in the cauldron. This was the last batch of the Church’s order for the week.
“However…” Quinn muttered to himself with some confusion, “Why does the demand for ‘Feminization Potion’ seem higher than for ‘Harvest Potion’?”
“Those nobles in Intis sure know how to have fun, tsk, tsk, tsk.”
In fact, a bottle of “Feminization Potion” among the Intis noble circles was even more expensive than a potion that could advance a Beyonder to Sequence 7. To seek new stimulation, those nobles were often willing to spend a fortune to experience a different perspective.
In any case, Quinn could also concoct the “Masculinization Potion,” so changing back and forth dozens of times in one night was not an issue.
This greatly helped the Church gain their support.
“It’s about time.”
Quinn watched the final batch of supplies stacked in the corner, looked down at the time. The service upstairs had ended. He picked up the suitcase placed by the door with his left hand and took his Beyonder item, the great scythe “Cradle,” with his right hand.
“Time to go play with Gehrman!”
“Old Bob went to Backlund, so won’t Snow have no one to play with? Although he’s not the type who likes to socialize…”
After advancing to Sequence 4 and adapting to the increased influence of divinity, Quinn needed to find a way to eliminate the contamination from the Fallen Mother Goddess.
The dual contamination from the Rose School’s “Wraith” and Quinn’s “Cradle” had been removed before his advancement. His spiritual body now only held the madness accumulated by the Fallen Mother Goddess over countless years.
The purpose of going out to sea was partly to find a method, and partly because Quinn found the Church too boring. Since Snow could also concoct potions, he felt safe enough to sneak out and slack off.
Stealthily, Quinn’s figure sank into the soil, leaving behind a farewell note in his original spot, and then quickly headed toward the sea.
“Gehrman said he’s on ‘Vice Admiral Iceberg’s’ ship and told me to meet him by the Sea of Ruins? Will he meet up with me then?”
Quinn stood on the back of a swiftly swimming blue-striped dolphin, looking at the deep sea beneath him. A thought inexplicably popped into Quinn’s mind.
He took off his shoe and sock on one foot and dipped it into the sea water. Then—
“Snap!”
A fish thicker than an adult’s thigh bit down on Quinn’s lower leg, enveloping almost half his foot. At this moment, its two round, bulging eyes rolled around in confusion, as if wondering why it couldn’t bite through this prey.
“Holy cow! It actually took the bait! I’m awesome!”
Quinn laughed uncontrollably, holding the silly fish that had taken the bait.
He examined the fish for a few seconds: “Hmm… It looks quite憨 (naive/dull).”
Plop! Quinn tossed it back into the water.
It was proven that after advancing to demigod, “Druids” became even closer to nature, and the creatures of the natural world became even more intimate with Quinn, in every sense of the word.
In less than half a day, the dolphin beneath Quinn’s feet delivered Quinn to the periphery of the Sea of Ruins.
…
On the other side, on the deck of the Golden Dream…
Klein watched a squid surface and then sink again. His Spiritual Perception was suddenly triggered. He looked up and saw an illusory little deer throw a letter towards him.
Klein easily caught the letter, nodded at the little deer, and opened the envelope.
Two words were concisely written on it: “Arrived!”
It’s Quinn… Klein instinctively divined Quinn’s location.
Then, he concisely wrote on the back of the letter: “To the right…”
The little deer picked up the letter in its mouth, leaped, and dispersed into countless green light dots.
Next to him, “Admiral of Stars” Cattleya watched the entire process. She frowned almost imperceptibly and asked Gehrman Sparrow, “Who is it?”
Klein shifted his posture, leaning against the railing, and said calmly, “A friend.”
“A demigod.”
Cattleya’s expression didn’t change much, but waves surged in her heart.
The World’s demigod friend? She suddenly recalled The World’s private conversation with The Empress two weeks ago.
Is it The Empress? Cattleya mulled over The Empress’s various performances in the Tarot Club over the past few weeks and made a simple assessment of his personality: Introverted, naive, not very dangerous. If the person arriving was The Empress, Cattleya felt it wasn’t a problem. The ship would even gain a powerful demigod-level combatant.
Suddenly, Cattleya saw Gehrman’s gaze suddenly become profound, as if he was staring directly at some terrifying creature.
“In a certain sense…” Gehrman spoke, “He is a very terrifying person.”
Cattleya’s face changed. Just as she was about to ask why, an unfamiliar voice suddenly emerged, seemingly coming from below the deck: “Hey, hey, hey, I heard that clearly.”
A dripping wet, green figure emerged from the ship’s side, appearing before the two of them.
Clutching the handrail of the deck, Quinn pushed aside the hair hanging over his eyes, grinned, and laughed at Gehrman Sparrow: “Gehrman, I’m here to play with you!”