As soon as Mr. Summerfield finished speaking, everyone held their breath and focused intently, their eyes filled with eagerness.
Mr. Summerfield had said that the medicinal clay used to make the mud pots came from a powerful medicinal vein.
One hundred times stronger than the medicinal vein at Eahta Farm.
If Flynn disclosed the location, they would rush there without stopping.
If a little medicinal clay had such powerful effects, what more if they obtained several hundred pounds to make a clay bed? Wouldn’t that extend their lives even more?
“What medicinal clay? It’s just ordinary soil, which only becomes spiritual through my touch!” Flynn said calmly.
What need did he have for a medicinal vein to create these effective mud pots?
Flynn himself was a spiritual mine!
With a mere thought, he could turn roadside stones into spiritually enriched divine objects!
The mud pot was just an ordinary item Flynn had purchased, used merely to preserve the ointment for a longer period by infusing a bit of spiritual energy into it.
“Only spiritual because of your touch? What, can you turn stones into gold? What a joke!”
“No medicinal vein? Impossible! You’re lying! You couldn’t possibly make this!”
“Turning ordinary soil into something full of spiritual energy? No one in the world can do that! Nonsense! You’re talking nonsense!”
Clearly, Flynn’s words were not being accepted, and everyone became vehement.
Layla frowned.
Using her medical skills, she had made many powerful friends who ruled over various regions and had heard many miracles from them.
A Greater Sovereign who could split mountains and divert rivers.
A medical saint who could heal the dead and wither bones.
Their feats were extraordinary, each capable of shocking someone for days.
Yet she had never heard of turning stones into gold-it was too fantastical, too unbelievable.
Even those great beings couldn’t do it, and you can?
If you had said the medicinal vein was a secret and inconvenient to disclose, everyone would have believed it.
Instead, you boast about the spiritual energy only being there because of your touch!
Do you think everyone is a three-year-old?
The hall became noisy as everyone demanded Flynn reveal the location of the medicinal vein.
Their gazes sharpened again, fixed on Flynn, trying to read his expression, looking for any signs of deceit.
“Shut up!” Zion shouted to quiet everyone, then turned to Flynn and asked, “Where does the ointment come from?”
Everyone was alert again. Since he was unwilling to disclose the location of the medicinal vein, explaining how the ointment was made would suffice.
Everyone wanted to know if Flynn had any ointment left and were willing to pay a high price for it.
“Didn’t I already say? I personally prepared it,” Flynn said indifferently, glancing at Zion.
Mr. Summerfield asked in a deep voice, “You prepared it? Can you tell us the formula then?”
“If you won’t reveal the medicinal clay, can you at least share the formula?”
No matter the medicine, just revealing the types of ingredients without the proportions would prevent others from replicating it.
The smallest deviation could lead to a vastly different outcome.
Using ginseng as an example, adding five grams or ten grams might seem minor, but it drastically changes the properties of the entire medicine.
Flynn did not hide anything and quickly listed the thirteen ingredients of The Elixir of Vigor, all of which were common medicinal herbs.
But the next moment, Mr. Summerfield’s expression turned cold, and he suddenly shouted in a raised voice:
“Nonsense! That’s not right!”
“Those ingredients, no matter how you boil them, won’t have such powerful effects. You’re lying!”
“Huh?”
Everyone was stunned.
Madeline and Kimber, upon hearing this, saw a glimmer of hope in their otherwise vacant eyes.
That was great if Flynn hadn’t made it.
Otherwise, how could they continue to live?
Both were envious of Flynn’s success.
Layla also coldly said, “The medicinal properties you mentioned are too mild to support the miraculous effects of The Elixir of Vigor.”
“No matter the combination, it won’t be sufficient!”
“Ordinary stones, no matter how refined, cannot turn into gold!”
With her explanation, everyone suddenly understood.
The meaning from the two famous doctors was clear-the dozen or so medicinal herbs were too mild to brew a cure-all potent medicine.
Mud cannot stop a river from breaking its banks, only stone can! The ingredients in The Elixir of Vigor must definitely include several potent medicinal herbs to assist!
Flynn was babbling nonsense!
A liar who spins tale after tale!
“Mud pots and ointments are equally obscure; this kid isn’t their real master!”
“What a fool, can’t even lie properly! The mud pot and The Elixir of Vigor must have been stolen by him!”
“If you had firmly refused to reveal the formula, we might not have suspected you. Instead, you treated us like fools, spouting nonsense, trying to make yourself out to be revered, even more skilled than Ms. Woods?”
Everyone showed contempt and started shouting loudly.
They felt that Flynn was making monkeys of them, especially with renowned doctors like Layla and Mr. Summerfield present, and yet he dared to lie, deserving of death!
Kimber listened to everyone’s words, a smile slowly forming on her lips, and she scoffed, “I see now, miss, do you remember Rose’s scar?”
“It was probably healed with The Elixir of Vigor.”
“That time, we proved that Flynn stole the medicine from some great master’s house!”
“The incident with Rose’s healing was so sensational that Flynn, fearing the real owner would come after him, passed the hot potato of The Elixir of Vigor to Harriet Hamilton!”
This reminder caused Layla to shake her head, disappointment filling her eyes.
After discovering Rose’s scar had vanished, everyone analyzed it and eventually confirmed that Flynn had stolen some miraculous medicine.
It was incredible that the man, to avoid misfortune, had actually passed on The Elixir of Vigor to someone else.
What a relief they had seen through his schemes, and Mr. Summerfield had also warned Zion not to talk carelessly, or the Hussain family would be in danger.
After all, a family possessing The Elixir of Vigor definitely holds immense power!
“Ah? So that’s what it was!”
“What a double-edged scheme, truly sinister!”
“Daring to play tricks with Lysander King, he deserves to die!”
After understanding the whole affair, everyone became furious, their angry gazes falling on Flynn, as if wanting to burn him to ashes!
Madeline breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.
It wasn’t Flynn’s concoction alone.
If Flynn had truly become a dragon among men, she couldn’t have borne it!
But how embarrassing!
Flynn, boasting in front of so many people, had his ultimate lie exposed, so embarrassing.
As his former wife, Madeline felt her face burn, wishing she could vanish into thin air.
What was the occasion now?
Half the elites of Shipmeda State were present!
Such a disgrace!
The Kaur family also suffered embarrassment, after all, Flynn had once been their son-in-law.
Utterly disgraceful!
They’d lost face all the way to Pelens.
Everyone wouldn’t start calling the Kaur family foolish, having chosen such a despicable son-in-law.
Rose opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but eventually closed it.
She wanted to defend Flynn, but knew that speaking up would seem like she was aiding him, and no one would believe her.
However, she was also somewhat confused, unable to discern the true nature of The Elixir of Vigor.
It was just a common warm-tempered medicinal herb, so how had it become a divine medicine through Flynn’s hands?
There was only one possibility-the miraculous nature of The Elixir of Vigor, coupled with a medical expert like Layla, who could potentially deduce the preparation method if she knew the name of the herb.
Flynn didn’t want to give Layla an advantage, so he concocted a fake recipe.
But they didn’t know Flynn’s true power!
If he wished, even a roadside weed could become a top-grade medicinal herb.
What difficulty was there in infusing a trace of spiritual energy?
The Elixir of Vigor’s true efficacy came not from the medicinal ingredients themselves but from the trace of spiritual energy Flynn had infused!
Of course, he could refine The Elixir of Vigor like the Ancient Formula Returning Heart Pill, without needing to infuse spiritual energy.
But that was a bit of a hassle, and since there was no need for mass production-it was just a one-off deal-he took a shortcut.
Flynn couldn’t be bothered to explain to these ants; ignorance was bliss, misunderstandings be damned!
After all, the gift to Harriet Hamilton, as long as she liked and believed it, that was good enough!
Madeline saw Flynn’s indifferent expression and coldly smiled.
See?
His lie exposed, and now he pretends not to care.
Like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water!
Ha, Flynn, look who you’ve offended!
Daring to blame Lysander King, you wouldn’t survive with ten lives!
Wait for Lysander King’s thunderous wrath!