Mr. Summerfield had gone mad, incessantly praising the effects of The Elixir of Vigor, and with each benefit he listed, Layla nodded in agreement.
Everyone was dizzy.
They stood still, motionless like statues, their eyes fervently fixed on the clay jar on the table.
What a treasure!
It was nothing less than a miracle potion!
How they longed to possess one!
It was truly astonishing!
The Elixir of Vigor and the clay jar drove these self-proclaimed connoisseurs into a frenzy!
Had Zion not been there, they would have certainly tried to snatch it!
No one could resist the allure of The Elixir of Vigor and the clay jar.
It promised longevity, transforming an eighty-year-old woman back into a young girl, enhancing one’s cultivation, making the body fragrant, and turning anyone into the center of attention wherever they went.
Especially for those who had lost their vigor; with a mere application, they would become as lively as dragons every night. This effect particularly dazzled the corpulent and wealthy men present.
They possessed immense fortunes and lived lives of luxury and soft pleasures.
Yet, their bodies were worn out from long indulgences, and they desperately hoped for a miracle like The Elixir of Vigor.
The women present also had their beautiful eyes shimmering with shock and envy. Whoever owned The Elixir of Vigor would become the focus of the world!
Harriet Hamilton was the happiest person on earth, happier than any royal princess!
Tears streamed down Madeline’s face, her lips nearly bleeding.
Just a friend, and yet Flynn had given such a precious gift.
Had she not divorced him, could she not have had anything she desired?
Kimber trusted only Layla, and now seeing her mistress’s reaction, he clasped his head in disbelief.
“Is there a special meaning to the clay jar? A medicinal mud?” Zion staggered, his shock growing by the moment.
Normally unflappable even if Mount Tai were crumbling atop him, today he lost his composure.
It was no wonder.
The Elixir of Vigor was miraculous.
Unlike other special-effect medicines, The Elixir of Vigor affected the entire body, treating a wide range of ailments, and any single aspect of it, if released to the public, would cause a sensation.
It was truly a divine medicine.
Indeed, The Elixir of Vigor had changed everyone’s understanding of medicine; a simple cosmetic cream had nearly reached the level of curing all diseases!
Even Zion was taken aback.
Not to mention the bigwigs from Slatin and Eahta!
Maisie Carlisle leaned forward, eagerly looking at Mr. Summerfield, also curious about the clay jar.
What had previously been scoffed at as trash now transcended anything she had ever desired.
Maisie Carlisle’s hands trembled, wishing she could embrace the clay jar and even sleep with it!
How could it be bitter?
It was delicious!
Ugly appearance? Like dirt?
What a joke!
No delicacy in the world could compare to it!
Mr. Summerfield, holding the clay jar, looked it over and over, his eyes widening until he began to bleed from his nose!
He was too excited.
With his status, he pursued only things that were beyond his understanding, extraordinary divine items.
It was about seeing a bigger world.
Like a swordsman with great achievements, who thirsts for a higher level of swordsmanship, his pursuit was endless.
This was also why Mr. Summerfield was willing to serve as Zion’s royal physician, using Zion’s platform to encounter circles he could not touch on his own, and to see the extraordinary possessed by those within these circles.
Now, he had achieved this, and at seventy years old, seeing such a divine artifact, he could die without regrets!
Mr. Summerfield, disregarding his appearance, casually wiped his nosebleed and excitedly explained, “The so-called medicinal mud is the yellow earth from a medicinal vein.”
“The formation process of a medicinal vein is extremely complex, requiring the right heavenly and earthly conditions, nourished by the spiritual energy of the earth, and is exceedingly rare.”
“Any herbs planted on a medicinal vein will be many times more potent than those grown elsewhere.”
“The medicinal veins I know of, aside from a few minor ones, the most famous are the Peach Blossom Spring of Slatin and the Eahta Farms.”
“I have visited those two places, but the medicinal clay in this pot does not come from there.”
“Because the spiritual essence of this medicinal clay is a hundred times stronger than those two places!”
“The pot, molded from this medicinal clay, nurtures the ointment inside it, enhancing its effects significantly!”
“This pot is more powerful; it belongs to the category of magical instruments. To put it simply, if you use it to pickle radishes, the medicinal effect is a hundred times stronger than that of a thousand-year-old ginseng!”
“Similarly, placing a bracelet or necklace inside it would have the same effect as if they were blessed by a master!”
“Because it also has the power to ward off evil and prevent misfortune, improving one’s aura. People who frequently come into contact with it have continuous good fortune, and disasters cannot find them!”
“There are even some other effects, but they exceed my understanding and are beyond imagination…”
Hiss-
The crowd gasped in astonishment.
The medicinal veins of Slatin and Eahta, known to many present, belong to the National Medical Pavilion.
The herbs planted there are of the finest quality, full of spiritual essence, and a year-grown mountain ginseng there can rival a hundred-year-old ginseng from deep in the mountains.
Could the medicinal clay in this pot really come from a source a hundred times stronger than Eahta Farm?
Capable of nurturing the ointment inside and also warding off evil and improving one’s fortune?
Is this still a mundane item?
The Elixir of Vigor was already stunning enough, and this unassuming clay pot also had such terrifying properties!
“A clay pot, so powerful that it’s considered a magical instrument…” Zion and Layla were dumbstruck.
They had seen countless treasures and some master’s magical instruments before.
But it was their first time encountering something so formidable; even the most mundane item placed inside it would come out a sacred artifact?
It was like a treasure trove!
Madeline was overwhelmed to tears.
It was one thing for the ointment to be miraculous, but even a worthless clay pot turned out to be a valuable item…
Flynn just rolled his eyes at everyone, his impatience more apparent on his face.
Was it really worth fawning over just a casually made clay pot and a pot of beauty cream?
Look at all of you, acting like a bunch of country bumpkins!
Flynn hadn’t expected a simple gift to cause such a sensation.
Indeed, the clay pot had many other effects; tapping it with a small hammer produced a calming, pleasant sound, like a chant that could soothe the mind, aid in falling asleep quickly, and dispel all unhappiness.
But for Flynn, it was all too ordinary; he couldn’t understand why everyone was reacting so strongly.
And The Elixir of Vigor was just some mildly warm medicinal herbs enhanced with a bit of spiritual energy, casually brewed.
Yet, to everyone else, it became a priceless treasure…
If he had known, he would have secretly given it to Harriet Hamilton for a quiet life, without all this fuss and noise!
The hall erupted in a buzz of discussion.
Amazement, trembling, shock, eventually turning into a sea of puzzled faces.
How could such a powerful ointment and clay pot come from Flynn?
In other words, how were they made?
Despite looking as commonplace as a salt pot, suitable only for use as a chamber pot in an ordinary household, and the ointment looking as unappealing as paste with a taste bitter enough to make one nauseous.
But to possess so many effects, one must be proficient in various skills.
And it required immense power, otherwise, these two miraculous items could not have been produced.
Even Layla couldn’t do it.
Everyone’s gaze turned towards Flynn, especially eager to know how he did it.
There were far too many questions.
Finally, Mr. Summerfield took a deep breath and asked, “Where did you get this medicinal clay from?”