The Man’s Decree

“Mental illness?” The Vermilion Demon Lord was bewildered. He had absolutely no idea what that meant.

After all, being from the celestial realm, he had strict control over his own consciousness. There was simply no possibility of any mental illness.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Even the most average cultivator would never fall into madness. After all, cultivators were diligent in training their own consciousness.

Only ordinary people could suffer from mental illness. Such a thing could only happen in the mundane world!

Many mental illnesses were caused by a breakdown of the mind under immense mental stress.

That was because ordinary people, having never cultivated their spiritual sense, could not withstand high mental pressure.

The notion of a cultivator being mentally ill was simply impossible.

So, it was surprising that Jared had diagnosed Cedric, an Ultimate Realm cultivator, with mental illness.

If there had been any other alchemist present, they would have certainly argued against Jared’s diagnosis.

Jared begun to concoct the elixir. Soon, two pills rose from within the Divine Cauldron.

Surprisingly, one pill was white and another was black.

“Two types of elixirs… Are you suggesting that this so-called mental illness requires two different kinds of elixirs for treatment?” the Vermilion Demon Lord asked in curiosity.

“Of course not. He only needs one. However, both are effective, and it’s up to him to choose,” Jared replied with a smirk.

The Divine Cauldron was put away, and the iron doors of the alchemy room slowly swung open.

All eyes were focused intently on Jared.

“Jared, how’s it going?” Wyatt asked anxiously.

“I’ve already prepared the elixir. It’s ready for Cedric to take now. This elixir will cure him completely!” Jared proclaimed confidently.

“Alright, go ahead and give Cedric the pills,” Wyatt said to Jared.

Just as Jared was approaching Cedric with the pills, he was stopped by Bernard.

“Hold on,” he said. “Before you give my son the elixir you’ve concocted, I want to examine it.”

Bernard was terrified that Jared might have concocted a poisonous pill for his son.

“Sure!” Jared handed the pills over to Bernard.

Bernard was no alchemist, so he could not examine the pills himself. Instead, he turned to Thaddeus and Maxence and said, “President Surrey, Mr. Maxence, I’d appreciate if you could help me identify the ingredients in these pills.”

The two men were súrprised by the unexpected honor to serve Bernard. Without hesitation, they immediately clustered around the pills.

Bernard had not asked Wyatt to help because he noticed that Wyatt was familiar with Jared. He was afraid that Wyatt would be biased.

Thaddeus and Maxence studied the white and black pills before them.

They inhaled the scent of the pills, spending quite a while using their spiritual sense to examine the pill.

In the end, both of them exchanged confused glances.

“Excuse me, could you tell me what these two medicinal pills are made of? Is it possible they could cure my son’s illness?” Bernard inquired after a short silence.

Maxence licked his lips, appearing as though he was on the verge of speaking, but he held back.

Meanwhile, Thaddeus, standing off to the side, spoke up, “Your Majesty, neither of these pills can treat the condition of manic bloodlust. This white pill contains an ingredient from the Affection-Forgoing Herb, capable of inducing amnesia and wiping out all memories. This black pill, on the other hand, is a poison capsule, and not just any poison capsule, but a high-grade one. Oncé consumed, it would feel as if a swarm of ants were eating away at your heart, leading to an agonizing death!”

As soon as Thaddeus finished speaking, a surge of violent energy erupted from Bernard. Caught off guard, Jared was directly flung backwards by this terrifying force.

Everyone else was equally baffled, unable to comprehend what Jared was up to. Even if he could not provide a cure, why would he give Cedric a poison pill?

Moreover, Cedric was a prince of Allardland. Administering poison to him was suicide.

“Poison pill? How could that be possible?”

Wyatt could not believe that Jared could concoct a poisonous pill, so he approached the pills to have a look himself.

Even Hartwin stepped forward to scrutinize the two pills. After all, who would believe that someone would dare to concoct poison pills for the prince of Allardland?