I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 134 As expected, the ancestor arrived ahead of schedule!

Afterwards, Ivan did not make any large-scale purchases, nor did he buy any rare or eye-catching materials.

Materials for three Energy Potions and three Purification Potions.

Finally, he also purchased the materials for a Moonlight Potion.

I'll drink it for a few days first, and then buy more.

The most expensive item is the main ingredient of Moonlight Potion.

The flesh and blood of a young black goat.

Something the size of a fist was placed in a sealed glass jar.

It was completely black, with no discernible organ structures on its surface; it had no eyes, no mouth, and no limbs.

But it is alive.

The dark mass of flesh writhed slowly inside the glass jar, like a heart that could beat forever.

Worth forty dollars.

Next is the black water ghost liver, a piece of grayish-green, palm-sized, soaking in a dark yellow preservative solution, costing thirteen dollars.

Then there's the banshee's eyeball, eleven dollars a piece.

Seven bottles, seven dollars.

The total came to $190.

For Evan, who had over a thousand dollars in his pocket, it was nothing.

Aside from purchasing, he spent more time observing the purchasing activities of other extraordinary individuals.

He noticed that everyone seemed to be quite poor, and they were dragging their feet and haggling over the price of materials costing tens or thousands of dollars.

Hill noticed his situation and explained in a low voice, "Those who usually come here to buy things are relatively idle superhumans, like us."

Large families or organizations have their own complete procurement channels.

"Didn't you see how that snake-man was commenting? He was obviously showing off the good stuff he'd found inside the Brotherhood of Secrets to his female companion!"

Ivan nodded knowingly, touching the jar in his hand: "The flesh and blood of this black goat calf are really expensive!"

Hill said, "Of course, this thing is very powerful."

"The black goat cub's true form is a high-level monster that requires 25 points of spiritual vision to see, and its location is deep within the Dream Realm."

"The person who can produce and sell this thing must be at least a master, or even a lord or higher."

"25 o'clock?"

Ivan checked his spiritual vision: 4.

Suddenly, the price of $40 for this small piece didn't seem so unacceptable anymore.

Afterwards, Ivan packed all the materials into different categories and stuffed them into the pockets inside his coat.

As the two walked towards the exit, he asked them a question.

"Senior sister, what exactly is the Dream Realm? I've heard you mention it several times before."

The two walked up the steps and through the bar area.

Mr. French remained leaning there, giving the two men a slight nod as a farewell.

Stepping out of the tavern, the night wind rushed towards them, and the gaslights in the alley cast long shadows of the two men.

As Hill walked, he said, "You can think of the Dreamland as a world belonging to a higher level."

"It was a dangerous place filled with all sorts of monsters, twisted and insane beings, and even various gods."

Hill's tone became serious.

"If an ordinary human being is spiritually sensitive enough, they can passively enter into it through some special opportunities."

"We extraordinary individuals can enter actively through a special ritual."

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"It is both a dream and a reality, existing on a level that I can't quite explain."

"Generally, extraordinary individuals enter in the form of their souls, while those at the master level or above can enter in their physical bodies."

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Ivan asked curiously, "What's the difference between the two?"

Hill nodded: "Of course! And they're huge."

"The soul cannot bring back physical objects when it enters; it can only bring back knowledge and memories. If we die inside, our physical body will not die."

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"Once the body goes inside, it can carry things in and out, but if you die inside, then you are truly dead."

Evan laughed matter-of-factly, "Then let's use our souls to explore first, and then our bodies can go in."

Hill scoffed: "Classic rookie's assumptions."

She reached out and tapped Evan's forehead with her finger.

"When a soul dies within it, our spirituality suffers a severe blow and it takes at least six months to recover."

"Although your physical body will not die, you will no longer be able to enter the Dream Realm from now on."

"Because your life in the dream world has already died there, that world will not accept you a second time."

Upon hearing this strange rule, Ivan stroked his chin and said, "That's interesting."

Hill gestured with his chin toward the tavern behind him.

"Half of the things in the market just now were brought out from the Dreamland."

"And those bizarre and completely illogical messengers and communication methods, such as the capitalist's dollar bird, also use the dream world to move quickly."

"Some powerful individuals can even use dreamscapes to perform a form of instantaneous teleportation."

Upon hearing this, Ivan grinned: "I get it now! Isn't this warp space?"

Hill blinked. "What is subspace?"

Ivan coughed and said, "It's a vocabulary word I came across while reading a book. It says that there are all sorts of monsters and evil gods in the book, and that the laws of space and time are different from reality. You can use these laws to move quickly."

Hill stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "Hmm, they are indeed quite similar. I guess the person who wrote that book must have been a superhuman who had experienced dream worlds."

After leaving the tavern, the two talked for a while and then parted ways.

Hill had to go back and continue studying the ciphertext in the code.

Ivan, carrying a full load of potion ingredients, boarded the tram for the return journey.

By the time he got home, it was already 9:30 p.m.

The first thing I do when I get home is check the house.

The doors and windows were intact, and the pale yellow film used for the ceremonial ceremony still stably covered the entire apartment.

After confirming that there were no problems, Evan went into the kitchen.

Pick up the crucible disguised as a broken pot from the corner, pour out the dirty water inside, and wipe the inside clean with a rag.

The shrouding ceremony was rearranged.

Add coal, start a fire, and begin simmering the soup!

With the crucible forged from his own flesh and blood, and the experience gained last night, the alchemy process went very smoothly tonight.

He could accurately receive and respond to every feedback from the crucible.

Turn the heat down to low when you need to, and stir faster when you need to.

Seven ingredients, seven potions, all a success!

He poured the prepared potions one by one into glass bottles.

Looking at his masterpiece, Ivan felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

"Tsk tsk, from now on, call me the potion machine!"

He made a joke, picked up two of the bottles, and drank them one after the other.

Because he still had the "See the Truth" debuff on him, which reduced his spiritual potential by 20%, Evan didn't dare to be reckless this time.

They obediently reversed the situation as soon as the side effects appeared.

[You have consumed a fast-acting energy potion. Effect lasts: 1 hour.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, Spirituality increases by 40%. Spirit +1.]

[Reversal progress: 12 hours.]

[You have consumed a fast-acting purification potion. Effect lasts: 1 hour.]

[Effect: During the duration of the medicine's effects, it continuously purifies the user's curse and alleviates negative status effects.]

[Reversal progress: 12 hours.]

There were no sirens screaming, no deep-sea arms.

Those illusions were crushed by the power of the Nine Dragons before they could even take shape.

After finishing, Evan sat down at his desk as usual and began to study.

Finish the organic chemistry homework assigned by Professor Mons, then German, biology —

When I closed the book, it was already 10:10 p.m.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall.

11 month 30 day.

Tomorrow is December 1st.

Ivan lay in bed and covered himself with the blanket.

"Pris said before that the invitation to return home would be on the 31st. I don't know if the 96% toxicity in my blood right now is enough."

"The One in Power—The Immortal Witch—"

"My ancestors."

Lost in thought, my consciousness gradually faded, and I drifted off to sleep.

[The fast-acting purifying potion has cleansed your hypnotic effects!]

The moment the notification appeared, Evan suddenly opened his eyes and instinctively moved his body.

"Hmm? That's not right!"

The familiar screams did not come from the trampoline.

Beneath him was something soft and warm, with a faint pulsation.

It's like lying on a piece of living flesh.

Ivan's pupils dilated suddenly, instantly opening his demon-hunting vision.

Whoosh!

Something came from the side.

His physique of 11.6 gave him a reaction speed that allowed him to make judgments and take actions in a fraction of a second.

He instinctively sprang up from the piece of flesh, his right arm turning bronze as he turned and chopped down with a palm.

Chirp chirp chirp!

A piercing scream.

Ivan's chop struck a purplish-black tentacle.

The tentacle was as thick as an adult's arm, covered in a layer of sticky liquid, and was cut in half by his copper-plated hand blade.

A large amount of purple liquid gushed out from the cross-section.

But almost at the same second, several other tentacles extending from all directions quickly moved over and licked the purple liquid clean like tongues.

Ivan took a step back and then he could see the thing in its entirety.

It was a blasphemous structure made up of a large amount of flesh and blood.

The rollers on both sides, which were rolling at the moment, were covered with incredibly sharp fangs.

On the purple platform in the middle, several tentacles wriggled.

The tentacles twitched like tongues and secreted a purple mucus from their surface.

This is a living shredder!

And I had just been lying on top of that thing.

If it weren't for the effects of the quick-acting purification potion, if he had woken up a few seconds later, he would have already been turned into mincemeat by this guy.

He turned his gaze away from the monster and quickly looked around.

I found myself standing in a rural barn.

Wooden walls, a conical roof, and brown sacks piled up all around.

The mercury fumes were mixed with the smell of hay and decay.

The barn gate directly in front of him was not closed, and Evan looked up and gazed at it.

The sky outside was a deep, uneven grayish-purple, devoid of sun and clouds, only a suffocating gloom.

Beneath the sky lies a rugged, barren wasteland, devoid of any vegetation.

There were no crops, no vegetation, only cracked black soil stretching to the ends of the earth.

"Where is this?"

Ivan deepened his demon-hunting vision, unable to perceive any extraordinary phenomena.

This is very uneven!

In a place that clearly does not belong to the normal world, the demon hunter should be able to see a large number of extraordinary traces.

But deep down there is nothing.

Just as Evan was thinking, a light footstep came from outside.

pat!pat!

It sounded like rain boots stepping on muddy water, getting closer and closer.

A few seconds later, a figure appeared in Ivan's field of vision.

His hunched figure and bent body made him appear to be only about 1.3 meters tall.

He was dressed in an old medieval serf's linen garment, with patches on his knees and elbows.

His bald head had only a few sparse hairs left, and his big yellow teeth were reduced to only three or four, which were crooked and twisted.

To put it figuratively, this guy is like a grotesque monster.

A bronze bell hung around its neck, but it did not make a sound.

He held a leather whip in his left hand, which was covered with dried, dark red stains.

Youren held a rusty meat cleaver.

The appearance of the sub-body can be said to have reached a level that is almost artistic.

When he saw Ivan standing in the middle of the barn, a huge smile spread across his ugly face.

"Hahaha! Finally, new offerings have arrived!!!"

The moment Evan heard Jin's words, his body moved.

There was no hesitation or trial and error.

Since he claims to be a sacrifice, there's no need for him to stay.

With his 11.6 physique fully unleashed, the subhuman transformed into a blur, instantly appearing before the monster.

The bronze fist slammed down with a whooshing sound.

jingle!

After a ringing of a bell.

Ivan clenched his fist and slumped down.

It's not just listless anymore.

He realized he had returned to his previous position.

It was as if those few sprints had never happened.

The feeling of exertion in their bodies was still there, but it seemed as if the distance between them had been instantly widened.

"King Crimson? Or Time Stop?"

Before Evan could react, another bell rang.

The whip came flying.

The old, tattered leather whip crossed the gap and precisely wrapped around Evan's arms and torso.

Then it grows rapidly, like a thorny vine.

Ivan immediately turned bronze all over and struggled desperately.

But the whip wrapped around his body felt like he was bound by a steel cable.

A harsh screech was heard between the coppery skin and the whip, but the whip remained motionless.

The monster then walked over with a strange laugh.

With each step, the bell on her chest jingled once.

His eyes were filled with greed and excitement.

"What a strong and vibrant offering!"

He walked up to Jin Yiwen, his hunched body leaning closer, and a strange, foul stench emanating from him assaulted the senses.

"The master will be very satisfied."

"What generation of the Mason family are you?"

The moment Evan heard the words "Mason family" in the name, he understood everything.

Mason! The surname of that immortal witch.

As expected, the ancestor came to find me ahead of time.

As Dr. Gomititch said before, the invitation to return home was really just a smokescreen.

If the ancestor really wanted to eat it, she could make it anytime.

There's no need to wait for the 31st, and no ceremony is required.

She can eat whatever she wants, and no one else can notice or interfere.

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