My Descendants Are My Power

Chapter 256 - 256: I feel like I'm turning into a monster?

While tending to the people of Glory City, the captured herbalists felt a sense of confusion.

If it weren't for Amelia using her enchanting medicines to mesmerize them and borrow all their recipes, they might have forgotten they were captives.

"You really dare to think and act," Ethan said, scratching his head in front of the screen.

Beneath the ancient Blood Tree, Amelia was leaning against the trunk, discarding one recipe after another, muttering, "Useless, useless. There are hardly any seventh-grade recipes, let alone sixth-grade ones. These recipes won't improve my potion-making skills at all."

Then she sorted through various special ability potions.

"Ninth-grade, eighth-grade, all useless. Hmph, even with centuries of savings, at most, I can only make a dozen seventh-grade potions, and there are only two plants for sixth-grade special ability potions."

Seeing Amelia's disdainful expression, Ethan was speechless.

In the past, these items would have overwhelmed Blackwood, but now things were different.

Blackwood was filled with many experts who needed seventh and sixth-grade special ability potions. But seventh-grade was already hard to find, often requiring centuries-old ingredients, and as for sixth-grade? Those needed millennium-old growth under harsh conditions!

Because these materials were so hard to find, the Competent Force found it very difficult to speed up their psychic power cultivation. They often had to rely on formations to absorb more natural energy and understand some rules to enhance their strength.

Thus, in Cloudview County, many elders of the Competent Force were only at the early stages, and it was rare for anyone under a thousand years old to reach the middle stages. Any peak Competent Force psychic was considered exceptionally talented.

These ingredients taking a thousand years to grow? Psychics were already fighting over century-old materials.

Meanwhile, the children were not idle.

[Your descendants George, William, and Justin, after years of adventures with the Druids, have made quite a name for themselves by digging up ancestral graves, stealing from treasuries, and mocking and insulting during sacred rituals.]

[Because they always wore masks of jesters and robes embroidered with the mark of The Oracle Chamber, often seen in public acting as fortune-tellers, each carrying tools like a tortoise shell, an abacus, and an energy locator, and using some techniques learned from Kenneth of The Oracle Chamber, they were mistakenly believed to be members of The Oracle Chamber and earned the infamous nickname 'The Magical Three Villains'.]

"Cough, cough."

Ethan coughed, noticing the three young thieves squatting outside a Druids' tribe.

It seemed that due to their frequent antics, the tribe was very cautious, even guarding the ancestral graves and scattering various mythical beasts around.

"It looks like they were prepared; our previous plan won't work. You're forcing me to use my last resort."

"I get it, big brother. You rush in, William steals, and I'll take your place digging the graves!"

"Get lost, my last resort is to find a less cautious tribe. We'll do this job in a couple of months; I don't believe they can stay alert for two months, and if not, we'll come back in two years. Competing with us, Blackwood, these little Druids are still too green."

"Brilliant, big brother!"

This was a lack of virtue indeed.

Seeing the three children quickly flee the scene, Ethan couldn't help but laugh. He wondered how The Oracle Chamber would feel about suddenly becoming infamous for no reason.

But, truth be told, these three lads had quite the haul!

[Your descendants have obtained a large amount of spoils of war, seventh-grade special ability potions... Druids totems... Druids bloodline infant bones...]

[After two years of

There, Jessica was tied up and brought to a valley, standing in front of her was a man in a mask, dressed in white, with a scale weight on his chest...

"Blackwood Jessica, the notorious Serpent enchantress of Border town, have you heard of me, The Oracle Chamber, from Blackwood?"