Chapter 125: Legacy of a Grandmaster

After thoroughly sorting out his arrangements with Vulcan on the secluded mountain peak, Rhain did not return to the Silvercrest estate immediately.

Instead, he slipped back into his middle-aged disguise and headed straight toward the Mirravele Alchemy Guild.

This would be his final visit.

With Ashvele Clan reduced to nothing more than a bloody footnote in Mirravele City’s history, there was nothing left tying him to this place.

It was time to sever the remaining loose ends before the Stormveil Academy arrived.

Rhain stepped past the grand entrance.

Inside the private alchemy chamber.

Aldric was sitting crossed legged, sweat poured down his face, soaking his white robes.

It had been eighteen days since he knelt before Rhain and begged to be accepted as a disciple.

The deadline of fifteen days was already passed.

During this time, Aldric had miraculously managed to successfully refine three out of the five Epic-Grade pill formulas.

It was an achievement that would have normally taken him decades.

But there were still two formulas to learn.

"Merge! Merge for me!" Aldric gritted his teeth, pouring every last ounce of his Spiritual Sense into the cauldron to forcefully suppress the elemental clash.

Crack!

Aldric’s face instantly turned ghastly pale.

The refinement had failed.

"It failed again..." Aldric murmured bitterly.

"Your flame temperature fluctuated at the exact moment the Frost-Marrow Vine melted."

A calm voice suddenly drifted into the sealed chamber.

Aldric’s body jumped up as if struck by lightning.

He looked ahead at the door.

Standing there, with his hands casually clasped behind his back, was the dignified, middle-aged figure of his Master.

"Master!" Aldric rushed forward, bowing excitedly. "I have learnt three formulas—"

"I am leaving Mirravele City," Rhain said.

Aldric’s voice was cut off abruptly.

"Leaving..." Aldric repeated, as if he still did not understand the gravity of the words. "Master, when will you return?"

"I will not be returning. Not for a very long time. Or perhaps never!"

The color drained from Aldric’s face.

"Master... have I disappointed you?" Aldric’s voice sounded as if he would cry next second. "If my progress on the five formulas has been too slow, I will work harder. I will not sleep, I will not eat, just please, do not abandon this useless disciple—"

"Aldric." Rhain’s voice was firm but not unkind. "You have not disappointed me. In fact, you have exceeded my expectations. In less than a month, you have managed to refine three of the five Epic-Grade formulas I gave you. For a Master Rank Alchemist like you, it’s a remarkable accomplishment."

Rhain paused, looking at Aldric’s tearful eyes before repeating the same script he had prepared, "I simply came to this city in search of temporary quiet, and the tides of fate now pull me elsewhere."

Aldric knelt down suddenly, tears falling down his face uncontrollably, "Master, if you must leave...then please, allow me to follow you! Even if it is just sweeping the floors of your residence, I am willing!"

Rhain simply shook his head, raising a hand to stop Aldric’s frantic pleading.

"You have your own path to walk, Aldric. Mirravele Alchemy Guild still needs you," Rhain replied with an unmoved expression. "Besides, I have never been fond of keeping followers tied to my waist. But since you have served me diligently and without question over these past days, I will not leave you empty-handed."

Swish!

Two ancient scrolls materialized in the air, floating gently into Aldric’s hands.

"Take a look," Rhain commanded.

Aldric carefully unrolled the first scroll, his eyes scanning the elegant text written upon it.

Aldric’s hands began to shake.

"M-Master..." Aldric stammered, "This... this is..."

"M-Mystic... Mystic-Grade Pill Formula?"

Mystic-Grade!

The two formulas resting in his hands were legendary Mystic-Grade pill recipes!

In the entire Outer Frontier, an Epic-Grade formula could cause the three great clans to fight for it.

But a Mystic-Grade formula?

Such a thing has never appeared in the Mirravele City’s history.

In the vast Solathane dynasty, anything that surpassed Epic Grade was fundamentally impossible to be bought with mere wealth.

Mystic-Grade formulas were the exclusive foundations of the true behemoths—the top powers, and royal families of the inner kingdom.

They fiercely guarded them as their heritage, passing them down only to their most loyal and direct bloodlines.

They would never let a single word of Mystic grade arts to fall into an outsider’s hands.

And yet his master had just handed him two of them as a parting gift.

This was enough to show how much his master cared about him.

Aldric felt a pang of pain in his heart.

His master provided him with treasures that would cause bloody wars without bating an eye, and he couldn’t even learn the five Epic-Grade formulas perfectly within the time limit!

"How... how could I ever repay master’s debt?" Aldric cried.

"You don’t have to repay me," Rhain was feeling it unbearable to watch an old man crying like a baby, but he still didn’t lose his composure, "I have only fulfilled my duty as a master."

"I have annotated every single step with absolute precision," Rhain continued with a calm tone, as if he hadn’t given a Mystic grade pill formula, but an ordinary cabbage, "If you study these two formulas correctly, it is an absolute certainty that you will eventually shatter your bottleneck and step into the Grandmaster Rank."

"Master...Master...

Aldric wept aloud like a child, unable to find any word in his dictionary to express his profound gratitude.

Rhain looked at weeping Aldirc.

Although it was just an act, Aldric was still his first disciple, so Rhain didn’t care about providing him some help.

In any case, he didn’t lack Mystic grade pill formulas.

"There is one final matter," Rhain stated, and handed him another scroll "This is an Epic-Grade formula."

Aldric took it with both hands.

Rhain pointed at the scroll in Aldric’s hands, "It is specifically designed to target the mutated Earthfire toxins within the Silvercrest Clan’s bloodline. It can permanently eradicate the curse from their bodies with a single pill."

Aldric looked at Rhain with reverential eyes.

To cure a two-hundred-year-old hereditary curse with a single pill?

Only his master’s alchemical mastery could make it possible.

"I detest the treacherous, underhanded methods the Ashvele Clan employed to poison them for generations," Rhain said, his eyes narrowing slightly to perfectly sell his righteous disdain. "I wish to help the Silvercrest Clan break free of that vile legacy once and for all. You are to personally deliver this formula to Patriarch Aurelian."

"This disciple understands!" Aldric nodded heavily. He had already seen that his master’s kindness was boundless, and he didn’t have a shred of doubt on his words, "I will place this sacred formula directly into Patriarch Aurelian’s hands!"

"Good." Rhain spoke with a smile, and then tossed a bottle from his spatial ring, "It will help you advance in your cultivation by a few realms. Do not slack in your cultivation, Aldric. You have potential to be a Grandmaster Alchemist in the future."

Rhain didn’t wait for Aldric’s another tearful declaration of loyalty.

"If fate allows it, we will meet again!" With those words, Rhain simply turned around, walking toward the door.

"Master! Please, wait!"

Rhain’s footsteps paused at the threshold.

Aldric looked at Rhain’s back and spoke in a sobbing voice, "This unfilial disciple has not dared it until now... but please, before you leave... may I know Master’s name?"

Rhain did not look back.

He only left a single word before leaving.

"Korryn!"

Aldric’s body shuddered as he heard the name.

Korryn — Conqueror of the worlds.

It perfectly suited his master.

Aldric stared ahead at the empty doorway for a long time, before he finally came out of his trance.

"Master... Aldric touched his forehead on the ground in Rhain’s departing direction, and whispered, his voice filled with both sorrow, and gratitude. "This disciple was nothing but a blind frog at the bottom of a well, yet Master has bestowed upon me the very stars! I swear upon my soul and my life, I will honor your teachings until my dying breath!"