Chapter 632 The Divine Medicine in Hand
When James saw that Marcus had come alone, a slight smile appeared on his lips. When Sidney saw this smile, he knew that Marcus was in trouble.
Marcus hesitated for a moment before speaking in front of the car, "Mr. Smith, what will it take for you to release Vaughn? Name your terms."
James raised an eyebrow and said, "Releasing him is simple. In my eyes, there are only friends and enemies. And I don't like enemies who pose a threat. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Marcus trembled. As someone who often mingled in high society, how could he not understand the deeper meaning of James' words? James intended to take over the entire Religion organization.
"What? You don't want to work for me?"
Feeling the threat in James' words, Marcus felt disheartened because he knew he was no match for James. If James wanted to kill him, it would be very easy. Once he was dead, Religion would surely fall apart.
Marcus, weighing his and his family's fate, spoke low, "What's the play? If it's too heavy, I'd rather die than agree."
James stepped out of the car, clapping Marcus on the shoulder. "Relax, man. This could be your shot. Here's the deal: take control of all forces in Aetheria and consolidate its resources. I've got your back. Just be ready to ride for me when I call—no second-guessing."
After a moment of silence, Marcus nodded. "If you can help Religion unify the forces in Aetheria, I will follow your orders."
James smiled slightly, "Good, we're not enemies for now, so stop having people watch me. I don't like being watched."
After exchanging contact information, James took out a pill and handed it to Marcus, "Go back for now. I won't remove the needle for now, but Vaughn is fine. I'll help him remove it the next time I come to Aetheria."
Without waiting for Marcus to respond, James got into the car and told Sidney to drive. As the car started moving, James stuck his head out and said to Marcus, "Remember what you said today. If you go back on your word, I won't hesitate to find a new agent in Aetheria."
After leaving the parking lot, Sidney couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Smith, do you really trust them?"
James sneered, "Of course not. That's why I left the needle in his body. But don't worry, the weak never accomplish much."
James patted the box in his hand, "I'll share some with you when we get back. This is the real treasure!"
The car sped away, and as soon as they returned to the hotel, Sidney excitedly rushed into James' room, his eyes full of desire as he looked at the golden ginseng.
"To make this ginseng work, we'll need a few more ingredients. I'll jot them down for you—grab them ASAP. Oh, and get a big pot too. Keep it in the car."
Sidney took the list and got moving. Meanwhile, James settled in to meditate. He needed to get his head straight, to be in peak condition. This ginseng could be his ticket to the legendary Extreme Pathway. And if he could crack that, the Godslayer Organization's king wouldn't stand a chance.
Sidney soon returned with a bunch of herbs, and James was impressed by his speed.
"Mr. Smith, what do we do next? Make a medicinal soup?"
James laughed and scolded, "Why make a medicinal soup? This thousand-year-old ginseng isn't that easy to consume. Let's go find a secluded mountain to do this properly."
After disguising themselves, they took the ginseng and herbs and drove to the outskirts. Since Sidney wasn't familiar with the area, it took them over half an hour to find a secluded mountain with a water source. They parked the car and carried their supplies into the mountain, walking for about half an hour before stopping by a small stream.
"Here will do. I'll set up the stove, and you gather some firewood."
In the middle of the night, the two of them worked together in the deep mountains. After about half an hour, James had set up the oddly shaped pot that Sidney had brought back. He filled it with water from the stream and added the herbs that Sidney had bought, then started a fire to boil them.
While Sidney tended the fire, James sat nearby, opened the box containing the ginseng, and carefully cut off the roots with a knife, placing them neatly in the box. He then cut about a third of the main root and put the remaining ginseng back in the box.
"Mr. Smith, why not put it all in?"
James laughed, "If you want to die, I can put it all in!"
Sidney's face changed, and James said, "Don't worry. This ginseng is at least 1,500 years old. Even a small root is precious. The main root contains too much energy, and if we use it all, our bodies won't be able to handle it."
Sidney understood, and James told him to increase the fire. After about an hour, James removed all the herbs from the pot, leaving only a small amount of broth. He then told Sidney to keep the fire going.
James held the cut piece of ginseng, and his energy surged, forcing drops of golden liquid from the ginseng into the pot. A rich medicinal aroma filled the air, and Sidney's throat moved as he smelled it, his eyes burning as he looked at the pale yellow liquid in the pot.
It took James about ten minutes to extract most of the essence from the ginseng. He then put the remaining piece back in the box.
"Keep boiling it. I'll rest for a bit."
James had expended a lot of energy, and he was sweating. Sidney nodded and kept the fire going.
After about half an hour, when the liquid in the pot had become thick and sticky, James' eyes snapped open, "Put out the fire."
Sidney excitedly removed the firewood and asked, "Mr. Smith, can we eat it now?"
James glared at him, "What's the rush? Wait a bit longer. I need to control the temperature to make it thicker."
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