Chapter 35: Cultivation: Witchcraft Potion Successfully Brewed

Since everyone reached an unspoken understanding.

Louis’s life suddenly became much freer—he completely ignored incense-burning, deity-worship, and secret oil concoctions, even curiously asking what kind of god it was and whether he could worship it too; yet when it came to health and studies, David still kept an eye on him.

Yulencar and her mother, Jenny, officially began their life in the new family.

Of course, there might be some bumps.

Because Emma found them utterly distasteful, especially Jenny—the adult who looked so pure—but with Yulencar as her ally, plus Louis’s correction of Emma, which kept her from casually taking lives, Jenny gradually established her footing in the new family.

Under these circumstances, time passed slowly.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

In the forest behind the house.

Dressed in black, Louis sat cross-legged on the ground, then suddenly opened his eyes, glaring fiercely.

He opened his mouth.

Hoo～

A red-yellow flame dot appeared out of thin air, growing rapidly in the wind, and within a few breaths, it ignited the entire tree!

Louis idly flicked his fingers, and the furious flames became as docile as dogs in his hands, easily shaped into forms—trees, birds, tigers, arrows…

The next instant, Louis sucked in sharply, and the still-spreading flames vanished into his mouth like oxen sinking into mud, not a single spark left.

His mouth had directly touched the flames, yet not a single burn mark remained—making one wonder if what had just happened was an illusion?

Only the bare tree branches and lingering smoke proved a fire had truly occurred.

Louis exhaled in relief; among the three arcane arts, the Dog Art emphasized breed, while Fire Art and Concealment Art relied more on innate talent—and his talent was decent. After a month of cultivation, his Fire Art had reached proficiency: the ability to manipulate fire.

He could enter fire unharmed, summon flames from nothing, absorb them, and play with them at will.

The only drawback was that summoning flames from nothing and enduring prolonged exposure to fire both required magic power—but as an outsider who had not yet entered the Dao, he had no cultivation method and thus no magic power, so he could only use his body’s yang energy as a lesser substitute, which consumed far more.

“Having family support really is convenient.”

“Too bad acquiring large quantities of certain dog breeds takes considerable effort and time; otherwise, I could’ve cultivated the Dog Art this month too.”

Purebred Five-Black Dogs are extremely rare; fine-bred hounds are far overseas; buying large numbers of Pit Bulls or other fierce breeds isn’t easy either…

“Forget it. Slow work produces fine results. I’ll take it slow.”

Louis sighed, then walked to the other side, lit a few thin incense sticks, and stuck them into the incense altar.

He murmured under his breath, “Please, Dry-Dad, protect me—let everything go smoothly from now on.”

Before Louis stood a small temple, inside which the deity enshrined was none other than the Kitchen God!

But the Kitchen God had changed slightly: the original small clay statue had been replaced; after Dry-Dad’s silent approval, the old statue had dissolved into clay powder and merged into the new one.

The new statue was taller and made of better material, its eyes now radiating greater authority—clearly no ordinary artifact—though the attendant Child of Good and Evil beside it remained utterly plain.

The incense smoke on the offering table never ceased, swirling and lingering without dispersing.

This incense was offered daily by people Louis hired; though he didn’t fully understand the intricacies of the deity path, since Dry-Dad hadn’t appeared in dreams to refuse it, it must be at least somewhat effective.

As for spreading doctrine or preaching? He was powerless—he was just a child, held no real power, so what more could you expect?

After offering incense, Louis glanced at the two Cano family members guarding the temple, then returned indoors.

As soon as he entered, Louis saw Emma and Yulencar clashing over a cake, with Angela beside them, looking conflicted.

But Yulencar was clearly losing—moments later, Angela still gave the cake to Emma.

And Yulencar’s mother?

She had been taken out by David and couldn’t care for her.

These two were constantly doting on each other; David had a good nature, and Jenny was utterly submissive—they were already preparing to hold a wedding soon, so these days they rarely stayed home during the day.

Emma looked smugly at Yulencar, deliberately licking her lips coated in cream, savoring the moment.

She loved this feeling of victory.

Just like those medals.

As for Yulencar, she stared at her expressionlessly, though her small chest rose and fell violently.

Fine! Fine! Fine!

You wait—once school starts…

Yulencar’s greatest strength was still using classmates to bully or control them to achieve her goals.

In just one month of school, she had blended into her class and, under the guise of mutual help, successfully become the class leader, surrounded by a crowd of classmates.

By the way, though Yulencar looked young, she was actually ten years old—two years older than Emma.

Louis, upon entering, didn’t even bother to intervene—he’d known since the day Yulencar arrived that trouble would arise; it was impossible for things to stay peaceful.

A Xiantian evil child, and a Houtian evil child.

Of course they’d fight!

But it didn’t matter.

As long as I’m keeping them in check, whoever crosses the line—I’ll slap them, make them suffer nightmares and wail in tears for days!

Seeing Louis return, both instantly fell silent; Emma rolled her eyes and went to watch TV, while Yulencar ran outside to play with her classmates.

Louis didn’t care—he picked up the newly arrived peach wood and returned to his room.

The door opened.

Inside, everything was made of peach wood.

Amulets, peach wood swords, peach wood pendants, peach wood ornaments—oh, and there was even a peach wood cross…

These peach woods weren’t ordinary; though they couldn’t be consecrated, Louis had Dry-Dad—every piece of peach wood, after carving, was placed in the temple for worship on the first day, then moved to his room the next.

Naturally, these peach woods were obtained through family connections.

Not all peach wood has exorcism effects—only red peach wood exposed to ample sunlight works; and outside of China, red peach wood is found only in Southeast Asia and Brazil.

In America’s Chinatowns, there are few red peach woods with real efficacy.

Back in his room, Louis didn’t rest—the family had already gathered all the materials he requested yesterday, and today was the full moon night.

The perfect time to brew the body-enhancing witchcraft potion.

Beforehand, he needed to prepare all materials and practice thoroughly to minimize mistakes, since the ingredients were limited.

Soon, night fell.

He lit the fire, placed the ingredients, added water, adjusted the heat.

One by one, Portuguese ingredients were added to the crucible: ground pine needles, holly oak, a baby black cat’s milk tooth, dried lizard…

Finally, he added a single drop of his own blood.

Drip!

Hoo!

A burst of hot steam erupted from the crucible; the blood rapidly dissolved into the greenish liquid within. Seconds later, the blood vanished, and the green liquid now held a streak of crimson, its color shifting swiftly.

Within a few breaths, the pale red liquid gently rippled, emitting a fragrant, alluring scent.

“It’s done!” Louis smiled.

This witchcraft potion could enhance a single organ, but he’d brewed one for full-body enhancement—and somehow, he succeeded on the first try.

According to the diary, Emilia had failed dozens of times before succeeding.

Could it be that I’m actually better suited to the Western witchcraft system?

A warlock?

(End of Chapter)