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Chapter 560: Demonic Sect
Gabriel remained silent after hearing the offer.
Behind the mask, his eyes lowered slightly as he thought through the possibilities carefully. Asking for strength would be meaningless because he already possessed the ability to grow stronger faster than most people could imagine.
A level 200 Paragon was impressive.
Very impressive.
Even so, Gabriel could already feel that his own path would eventually surpass it if he stayed alive long enough. In fact, that was wrong. He had already surpassed him in terms of strength.
He also dismissed the idea of asking about the tomb itself.
The alchemist had already admitted his knowledge there was limited, and Gabriel possessed the memory shard from the ancient knight already. Compared to vague explanations, the shard was likely far more valuable.
The projection floated quietly nearby while watching him think. Unlike before, it no longer interrupted immediately, perhaps because it wanted to see what kind of person Gabriel truly was.
After several seconds, Gabriel finally spoke.
"Write down the complete formulas for these."
The projection frowned slightly.
Gabriel opened his inventory and brought up several item windows before the floating figure. The glowing blue panels reflected against the dusty shelves and flickering projection light.
[Elixir of Recovery (x12): Restores all HP instantly. Three uses per vial. Cooldown: 10 minutes.]
[Essence Reforge Pill (x3): Allows a one-time redistribution of all your stats.]
[Flame Core Extract (x5): Increases fire affinity by 10%. Permanent.]
[Moonlight Dewdrop (x4): Grants +15% mana regeneration for 48 hours.]
The projection froze completely. Its eyes widened slowly while staring at the floating item descriptions. For the first time since appearing, the arrogant attitude vanished entirely from its face.
"You..." it muttered and moved closer abruptly, translucent hands reaching toward the windows even though it could not physically touch them. Its expression became increasingly disturbed the longer it read.
"Where did you get these from?" it demanded suddenly.
Gabriel’s gaze remained calm behind the mask. "You recognize them."
"Recognize them?" the projection snapped while turning sharply toward him. "Those are not ordinary medicines. The Elixir of Recovery alone should have been impossible for modern alchemists to reproduce properly."
Its voice rose further.
"The Essence Reforge Pill restructures stat allocation directly through life essence stabilization. Even in my era, only a handful of people could refine it without killing the user."
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The reaction was more than what he had expected.
The projection floated around the table restlessly now, clearly agitated by what it had seen. Even the flickering around its body became unstable again.
"And the Flame Core Extract..." it continued while staring at the item window. "Permanent affinity enhancement without damaging the elemental veins? Ridiculous."
Gabriel leaned lightly against the stone table.
"So you can recreate them."
The projection immediately looked offended again.
"Of course I can recreate them," it replied sharply. "Do you think I am some roadside pill seller?"
Its eyes returned to the floating windows once more.
"No..." it muttered quieter this time. "The real question is how you possess these formulas at all."
Gabriel did not answer immediately.
Part of him considered lying, but there was little point. Even if he tried, the projection likely would not understand it fully.
But in the end, he decided to be sincere and come clean.
"I found them in a tomb back in the Valerian Kingdom."
The projection stared at him for several long seconds and then muttered, "Makes sense. I doubt this is widespread in your era."
Gabriel neither agreed nor denied it.
The projection eventually sighed and rubbed one hand against its forehead. "Fine. Since you used your question properly, I will answer."
A glowing light appeared above the stone table.
Several lines of text began forming rapidly in the air, each one containing ingredient names, temperature stages, refining order, timing intervals, and qi balance requirements. Gabriel’s eyes sharpened immediately as he memorized everything carefully.
The formulas were absurdly detailed.
Even small things like breathing rhythm during refinement and the exact point where elemental balance shifted were included. It was less like receiving a recipe and more like directly studying the thought process of an ancient master.
The projection continued writing while speaking at the same time.
"The Elixir of Recovery requires Crimson Root Grass aged at least two hundred years. Anything younger destabilizes the restoration effect and causes internal overload."
Gabriel listened carefully, not daring to interrupt him even though he did not know what that was or how he could go about looking for it.
"The Moonlight Dewdrop is easier," the projection continued. "However, the mana regeneration effect only stabilizes properly if the condensation process occurs under natural lunar exposure for three consecutive nights."
More glowing lines appeared rapidly.
The Essence Reforge Pill formula became even more complicated. Several ingredients alone were rare enough that most kingdoms probably did not possess them openly.
Gabriel memorized everything anyway.
The projection glanced at him occasionally while continuing the explanation. "You asked for formulas instead of combat methods, cultivation scriptures, or hidden techniques."
Gabriel replied calmly. "Those can be obtained later."
The projection became quiet briefly.
"That answer sounds simple," it muttered, "but most people would not think that way."
Gabriel ignored the comment. It was rather arrogant to think this, but he believed that if the alchemist had some groundbreaking skills or techniques, then he might have survived and not perished here.
Of course, he did not say this out loud.
After several more minutes, the final glowing line completed itself. The formulas floated above the table for a few seconds before slowly condensing into a scroll.
The projection flicked one finger.
The scroll floated toward Gabriel and stopped before him.
"Take it," the alchemist said. "All four formulas are stored inside."
Gabriel grabbed it without hesitation.
The alchemist folded both arms behind its back again while studying him carefully. "You are an unusual person. Most people standing before a dead Paragon would ask for power immediately. You asked for knowledge that can create power repeatedly instead."
"Well, I saved this because I needed to reproduce them for my subordinates... they have been lying in my inventory for quite a while now, and so far no one has been able to replicate them because they did not have the right formulas. I felt this was the perfect moment."
The projection stared at him quietly after hearing that.
For the first time since appearing, it looked genuinely thoughtful rather than arrogant.
"I like you," it said all of a sudden. "Because of this, I’ll tell you something... I’ll tell you briefly about the other people who were after the spike during my time."
Gabriel’s eyes flashed, his interest clearly piqued. "Who?"
"The Demonic Sect," the alchemist spoke in a voice filled with hate and anger.