Potion Master Weir

Marquis Lanling returned to his manor just as dawn was breaking. A faint smile still lingered on his effeminate face, clearly indicating a good mood.

However, the moment he entered, the butler, with a mournful face, told him that the two Giant Sun Elephants had gone berserk the previous night, breaking through their iron cages and killing over ten guards and servants.

Marquis Lanling's heart leaped. He rushed directly into his own courtyard.

The dark soul restriction was gone!

A premonition of disaster made Marquis Lanling tremble all over. When he reached the door of his bedroom, he was actually afraid to reach out and push it open.

After his thoughts raced for a few moments, he gritted his teeth and pushed the door open.

The scene that greeted him made Marquis Lanling's anger and shock surge, nearly causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The secret cabinet behind the bookshelf was wide open, with no attempt to conceal it. A dozen puppets lay there, their lower bodies covered in blood. But that wasn't all; what terrified him even more was a hole dug in the floor.

"Damn it!" Marquis Lanling jumped down. When he reached the underground passage through this hole, his last shred of hope was completely shattered.

With trembling legs, Marquis Lanling arrived at the black crystal stone secret room at the end of the passage. When he saw the horrific corpse on the ground, he instantly collapsed.

"Master is finished, and I'm finished too. Who? Who could kill Master..." Marquis Lanling muttered to himself. He couldn't understand what kind of powerful expert had broken in to directly extract Venerable Wutian's heart and brain. After all, Venerable Wutian was once a Dark Saint Mage. Although he was severely injured in his battle with Nan Wuya and his realm had fallen to Earth Grade Mage, he wasn't that easy to deal with.

Marquis Lanling was not an ordinary person, after all. He slowly pushed away the fear in his heart and began to think calmly.

Giant Sun Elephants, Qi Bei, mysterious expert...

He connected these three things. The inexplicable frenzy of the Giant Sun Elephants, was it Qi Bei's doing? But with Qi Bei's strength, he absolutely couldn't kill Venerable Wutian and rescue Nan Wuya. Moreover, he couldn't have made the dark soul restriction disappear without a sound.

There was another point: if it were an expert from Dreamy Sea, they wouldn't let him, a traitor who had betrayed his master, off the hook.

Therefore, only one possibility made sense: the mysterious expert was likely after what Venerable Wutian wanted. Furthermore, perhaps this expert was also from the dark faction. If someone wasn't proficient in Dark Magic, they could only forcibly break the dark soul restriction, which would definitely leave traces. But the dark soul restriction disappeared so completely; it could only have been deciphered, not destroyed.

With this realization, Marquis Lanling felt much lighter. He went up and threw the puppets with severed lower bodies into the underground passage, then sealed the tunnel.

The manor's butler stood nervously before Marquis Lanling, unsure what punishment the eccentric and ruthless Marquis would mete out to him. The two rampaging Giant Sun Elephants last night had killed over ten people.

"Regarding last night's events, I order everyone in the manor not to reveal a single word to the outside, otherwise, I will cut them to pieces and feed them to the dogs," Marquis Lanling said menacingly.

"Yes... Your Lordship, those two Giant Sun Elephants..." The butler quickly nodded, then stammered.

Upon hearing "Giant Sun Elephants," Marquis Lanling's gaze grew colder. His mouth twitched slightly as he menacingly said, "Don't worry about it. After you've handled matters within the manor, go to the Magic Tower and find Elder Weir. Tell him I have an urgent matter to discuss with him."

"Yes, Your Lordship." The butler didn't dare to ask further and immediately withdrew.

The Magic Tower was the headquarters of the Golden Leaf Dynasty's Mage Guild. Elder Weir was an Advanced Fire Mage and also a Potion Master.

If one out of ten thousand ordinary people might not produce a mage, then one out of ten thousand mages might not necessarily produce a Potion Master.

Even the lowest-grade magic potions cost tens of thousands of gold coins and were often unavailable due to high demand, yet Potion Masters were extremely rare.

A beginner magic power potion, which could instantly increase a beginner mage's magic power by 30%, cost fifty thousand gold coins for a single use.

A beginner battle power pill, which could instantly increase a beginner warrior's Battle Qi energy by 30%, cost twenty thousand gold coins for a single use.

For intermediate magic power potions or intermediate battle power pills, the price could easily multiply by more than ten times.

Therefore, although Elder Weir was merely an Advanced Mage, because he could refine intermediate-grade potions, he was one of the ten great elders of the Magic Tower, possessed immense power, and had extensive connections. Even Emperor Hanmos treated him with respect.

However, it was rumored that Elder Weir always looked down on Marquis Lanling, who had a penchant for men. It was unclear why Marquis Lanling needed to seek him out when he was in trouble.

An hour later, Elder Weir arrived at Marquis Lanling's manor.

Elder Weir was an old man with a long beard, wearing a magic robe as fiery as flames and holding a magnificent fiery red magic staff. As the hem of his robe swayed, he looked like a blazing inferno, exuding an innate nobility.

Marquis Lanling personally came out to greet him, and the two entered the manor's study.

"Is he dead?" Elder Weir asked as soon as he entered the study, turning to face Marquis Lanling.

"Yes," Marquis Lanling nodded.

"Hahaha, that evil old man is finally dead. It's so satisfying! I've had enough of his control," Elder Weir laughed maniacally, his face contorted with a neurotic wildness. The carefully maintained expression he usually wore was long gone.

Marquis Lanling flirtatiously swept his hair aside, saying nothing, merely watching Elder Weir vent.

After a long while, Elder Weir's laughter subsided, and he began to weep uncontrollably, his beard smeared with snot and tears. He cried like a child.

Marquis Lanling sighed softly and placed his hand on Elder Weir's shoulder, saying, "Have you thought it through? Even though that old man is dead, we have already fallen into darkness and can't turn back. The Netherworld Mark on us can never be removed, even in death."

Elder Weir disgustedly pushed Marquis Lanling's hand away with his magic staff, wiped his nose and tears, and his emotions returned to normal. He coldly asked, "Why did you call me here?"

"Weir, we are on the same boat now. If the boat capsizes, I won't have a good end, and you, an elder of the Magic Tower, will become a disgrace. I'll tell you the truth: an expert broke in last night and killed that old man. I suspect that expert is also from the dark faction," Marquis Lanling said calmly, the threat evident.

Veins bulged on Weir's neck. After a long pause, he snorted, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's a small matter for you. Go and see what medicine was used on those two Giant Sun Elephants?" Marquis Lanling said, the mocking smile of Qi Bei flashing in his mind again. He had to find out if this matter was related to the Nord Family.

Weir carefully examined the two Giant Sun Elephants, which were restrained and unable to move. He frowned and said softly to Marquis Lanling, "It's a stimulant potion with a dark aura."

Marquis Lanling, however, let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed it had nothing to do with the Nord Family, but as he had predicted, it was done by an expert from the dark faction. Perhaps in the eyes of such an expert, he was just a tiny ant, not even worth the effort to deal with. In that case, he didn't have to flee for his life and could continue to be Marquis Lanling and a registered disciple of Dreamy Sea. His future was still bright.