The next day.
Aksai held a glass vial containing an emerald liquid, examining it closely while reviewing the information displayed on the Spectral Screen.
[ Primer liquid for druid spirit bloodline. Composition tailored to the host’s genetics and vital signs. Requires compatible mutagen for full synthesis.
Estimated success rate for acquiring druid spirit bloodline: 78%
Estimated chance of acquiring mutated spirit bloodline: 14%
Estimated chance of no bloodline acquisition: 5%
Estimated chance of foundation injury: 2%
Estimated chance of host death upon unsuccessful transfusion: 1% ]
Additionally, an important notice appeared below the Spectral notification.
[ Please note that estimated values are based on prior experiments using 1st and 2nd order Spirit plants as samples. Values may vary depending on the mutagen selected by the host to pair with the primer liquid. ]
“Tch. There’s still a one percent chance of dying,” Aksai muttered in annoyance as he scrutinized the information. He sighed and shook his head.
“This is already the best I can do with my current resources. It’s thanks to this world that I could successfully concoct a stable druid primer liquid for the bloodline implantation process.
In the Dadangar cultivation world, I wouldn’t have been able to act this boldly without facing consequences,” Aksai reflected as he rose from his comfortable chair and began pacing around his courtyard, lost in thought.
“The next crucial step is finding an appropriate mutagen. Or rather, the genetic information of a plant-based life that can be converted into a mutagen suited for my bloodline transfusion.
With the primer liquid in my hands, the process should be smooth. I must thank all the prisoners who died for my sake to create this primer liquid. I shall hold a feast in their honor and offer them pints of wine as tribute.”
Aksai resolved silently, believing that the tribute he planned to offer to the departed souls would absolve him from any form of responsibility. One had to wonder how far the Spirit farmer was willing to go to still label himself as one of the “good guys”.
Lost in contemplation, Aksai gazed absently at his open courtyard, soon to host his practice session with one of the tutors he hired for his martial arts training.
“I have many 1st order and some 2nd order plants, but using them for my druid transformation doesn’t really excite me. The bloodline powers I might obtain from them might only be marginally better than most Spirit spells.
I wonder if I can get my hands on something more potent than 1st or even 2nd order Spirit plants. Is there anything worth exploring in the Martial World Sharang?” Aksai pondered aloud as he held the glass vial containing the emerald-colored druid primer liquid, occasionally stirring it.
The liquid peculiarly shimmered under the sunlight, radiating emerald brilliance for a split second before returning to normal.
“I wonder what those prisoners meant when they said I was a devil,” Aksai pondered, returning the glass vial containing the primer liquid to his storage ring and stroking his chin in contemplation.
“It seems these martial artists have heard about Spirit spells—or something similar. Even if they haven’t witnessed someone casting Spirit spells personally, they know about it as if they’ve heard tales.
Are there Spirit cultivators here mistaken as devils by the masses? But if that were the case, I would have heard about Spirit cultivation by now.
Plus, people here wouldn’t rely solely on body cultivation if they knew how to cultivate the Spirit essence. This is strange. Really strange. Even this tiny world hides so many secrets.
Now, who should I ask this question without raising alarms about my identity as a denizen of this world?” Aksai mused as he paced around the spacious courtyard of the Everwood palace.
Aksai had planned to return to the Cultivation World Dadangar in a few months after achieving elementary success in all forms of martial arts he intended to practice. Learning martial arts was a way to ensure his safety in critical moments. However, Aksai’s main goal was to still advance in the SPirit cultivation.
He still needed to find suitable resources to aid his Spirit cultivation and gather information about Spirit Refining Perfection and establishing his foundation. Plus, he could take the unique resources he had found in the Martial World Sharang back with him to his home world and sell them there to earn profits.
Aksai also needed to find suitable inheritances related to the alchemy and Array Formations. If 2nd order inheritances weren’t possible, with enough wealth backing him, he could get his hands on at least 1st order ones.
These tasks couldn’t be accomplished while staying in the comfort of the Martial World Sharang. Although the safety and comfort offered by Sharang were quite pleasing to Aksai, he didn’t indulge in them excessively.
If one allowed momentary distractions to define their lifestyle, they would not be able to achieve great things. One needs discipline so that one can truly enjoy the respites they get every now and then. Without hard work, there was no real value to the concept of well-deserved rest.
Additionally, Aksai knew that Martial World Sharang wasn’t completely ideal for him either. Conducting human experiments and manipulating the city administration had drawn the attention of some people in Serenity Peak.
He was not confronted by anyone because he stayed within the Everwood palace and mostly avoided interactions with influential people. However, there would come a time when the other side would lose its patience with him.
While Aksai wasn’t afraid of 90 percent of the potential problems the Martial World Sharang might present, he still needed to be wary of the remaining 10 percent. Although few, there were still beings as powerful as Foundation Building Experts in this world.
Aksai didn’t dare to underestimate these powerhouses just because they were from Martial World Sharang.
A Spirit cultivator like Aksai had many ways in his possession to take martial artists of this world by surprise. However, the Spirit farmer in him still liked to avoid confrontation if he could.
Returning to the Cultivation World Dadangar and periodically disappearing from the public eye would allow Aksai to maintain an air of mystery.
As long as his identity remained unfathomable, it would act as protection against powerful entities taking action against him.
“Young master Aksai, Master Jin Jolan is here to see you regarding today’s martial arts lessons,” a palace guard interrupted Aksai’s thoughts, bowing before delivering the message promptly.
Aksai snapped out of his reverie upon hearing the guard. “Alright. Send him in,” he replied, turning around.
He had his hands behind his back and his legs spread slightly in a military fashion, waiting for his tutor to arrive in the courtyard and begin his martial arts lessons.
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AN: In biology, the term “primer” refers to a brief, single-stranded nucleic acid crucial for initiating DNA synthesis in all living organisms.
In the context of this chapter, it serves as a mediator between two distinct DNA sequences, much like a primer applied to walls before painting them with new colors, transforming their original appearance.