65: The Arcanist is killing, and the Fallen Arcanist becomes a priest
Time, another week passed.
If you ask what the fastest way to make money is, it's, of course, abusing Alchemy.
Meng Yun lay leisurely in a rocking chair, flipping through the latest Arcane Association weekly report.
In these past seven days, by using Alchemy to create Life Potions and Sanity Potions, he had already earned his first pot of gold.
However, there was still a considerable amount of time before he could buy enough Elemental Crystals to squander.
But Meng Yun was not in a hurry, because of the Demon Contract's terms, his sanity was being honed and growing every minute.
Perhaps before he could refine powerful artificial beings, he might first step into the Fallen Arcanist domain.
"...Regarding Arcanists, the supervision and management methods for the daily number of Arcane releases?"
A smile played on Meng Yun's lips as he continued to read:
"To further effectively maintain the mental health of Arcanists and promote the harmonious and orderly development of the Arcane Association, the following regulations are now made regarding the daily number of Arcane releases, based on different levels of Arcanists..."
Thousands of words flowed, with the grand name of Otto Brian, the Arcane Association President, attached at the end.
"Heh heh, Otto, he's afraid of Fallen Arcanists," Meng Yun shook his head lightly.
Even the slightest reincarnation sensation was enough to make Otto extremely wary of Fallen Arcanists.
After all, the taste of having one's flesh and soul burned by Hellfire was truly excruciating.
"The Arcane Association announced a joint effort with the Mysterious Foundation to collectively combat the sudden appearance of the mysterious Saintess Church organization?"
Meng Yun suddenly sat up straight.
The Saintess Church.
This was an organization that had never appeared in either of the two simulations.
If it wasn't that Meng Yun had never paid attention to them, then there was only one possibility—
This was a brand new force born in the third simulation!
Was it a mysterious big shot he had never met, or the runaway Laila?
Or, was it Vivian, who had successfully escaped the Foundation's control and was now nowhere to be found?
"It seems I need to pay close attention to this Saintess Church," Meng Yun muttered to himself.
"Eastern Abyss, you are an Alchemist, right!"
A call came from a distance, and Meng Yun couldn't help but put down the weekly report in his hand and look over.
As for Eastern Abyss, it was the new name Meng Yun took for himself after changing his appearance with Life Alchemy.
This name was good; it sounded very powerful.
And the real owner would never discover that he was impersonating him.
Meng Yun nodded, "That's right, I, Eastern Abyss, am an Alchemist, what's wrong?"
The newcomer was an Arcanist from the Arcane Association's Pava City branch.
As a major hub for Elemental Crystals, it was not surprising that Pava City had an Arcane Association branch.
Alchemy was a Fourth-level Arcane, so anyone who mastered Alchemy was at least an Arcanist-level existence.
Not to be easily offended.
The newcomer showed a hint of respect towards Meng Yun: "It's like this, Mr. Dong, according to the Arcane Association's supervision and management methods, an Arcanist of your level can release at most ten Fourth-level Arcanes per day..."
He tentatively looked at Meng Yun's expression, and seeing that he showed no emotion, he braced himself and continued:
"Which means, Mr. Dong, you can refine at most ten potions a day..."
Meng Yun's face was as still as water, seemingly in deep thought.
Seeing Meng Yun's demeanor, the man dared not breathe.
Damn it, not letting an Alchemist perform Alchemy, wasn't this blocking his path to wealth!
This silence lasted for about five seconds.
"Slap!"
Meng Yun slapped his thigh: "Is that appropriate!"
"My surname is Eastern, not Dong!"
A bunch of bumpkins from the West.
The newcomer: "Ah... huh?"
So, was that the point?
Meng Yun nodded: "I know, but I am an Arcane Master, so using a mere Fourth-level Arcane a hundred or eighty times is not a problem, right?"
"An... Arcane Master?" The newcomer's eyes sharply narrowed.
One must know that an Arcane Master, if placed in the Foundation, would be a proper A-rank high-level executive, and even in the Arcane Association, getting a position as a regular branch president would be easy!
As for selling potions here like a poor wretch?
As if sensing his hesitation, Meng Yun momentarily released his vast, ocean-like sanity.
The newcomer immediately felt as if he were facing an abyss, his breathing almost stopping.
Such an aura, even when facing an Arcane Envoy, was not inferior in the slightest, right?!
Never mind, he didn't understand the hobbies of important figures, nor did he want to understand. After a quick laugh, he left, sweating profusely.
Meng Yun watched him leave, a flicker of thought crossing his brows.
Such high-pressure tactics should only be the beginning.
The future path seemed even more confusing.
For now, silently increasing his strength was the only way out.
His thoughts collected, an old woman slowly approached the stall.
Her face was full of wrinkles, her figure hunched, and her clothes, washed until they were faded, were patched over and over again.
Her cloudy eyes looked at the bright red, exquisite potions on the stall, revealing both anticipation and struggle.
After hesitating for a while, she shook her head, turned around, and walked away with her hands behind her back.
"Grandma, may I ask if you need anything?" Meng Yun called out.
The old woman seemed not to hear and continued to hobble along.
"Oh dear, why are there no customers today? Fifty percent off, no, thirty percent off, thirty percent off!"
Meng Yun pretended to hawk for a while, and the old woman finally turned back.
The Life Potion, originally five silver coins a bottle, she could barely afford after the thirty percent discount.
The remaining money was tight, but she could still manage to get by.
"I want to buy a bottle of Life Potion..."
The old woman's hand trembled as she placed a well-worn silver coin and a few copper coins on the counter.
Meng Yun looked at her, taking out a bottle of potion while asking:
"Grandma, may I ask what you need this potion for? My potion is only for external injuries."
Worried that she might spend money on something useless, Meng Yun reminded her.
"Alas, my son went to the Arcane Association as an apprentice, earning five silver coins a month, and originally everything was fine..."
The old woman's face gradually showed pain: "But two days ago, he was suddenly sent back, unconscious."
"Even when he occasionally wakes up, he only screams in pain and frantically scratches himself, so I can only tie him up..."
As the old woman spoke of her sorrow, she unconsciously covered her face with her hand, her voice trembling: "I had no choice, so I thought of buying a bottle of Life Potion, to try my luck for him."
"What did the Arcane Association people say?" Meng Yun frowned, realizing the matter was not simple.
"They said my son touched an Arcane that shouldn't be touched, I don't understand, I don't understand..."
Seeing that the old woman was about to break down, Meng Yun directly packed up his stall: "It just so happens that I am an Arcane Master. If it's truly related to touching an Arcane, perhaps I can help."
"Really? Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
The old woman didn't understand these things either; she just instinctively felt that Meng Yun was also an important person.
Since he was an important person, his words would not deceive her!
She quickly bowed, even attempting to kneel, but Meng Yun, quick-witted, stopped her.
"Father above, thank you... No, you are the Father, sir!"
The old woman saw his white robe and ethereal, transcendent demeanor, and immediately recognized him as a Father.
"Let's go," Father Meng waved his hand and followed the old woman.
His benevolence was only one part of it.
Meng Yun speculated that the Arcane Association must be researching something in secret, and exposing their conspiracy was the key to Meng Yun's trip.
...
"This is, Hellfire entering the body??"
Not long after, in the old woman's home, Meng Yun saw the bound youth on the bed.
Although he was sleeping at the moment, the unyielding pain on his brows still made one tremble with fear.