Demon Bible

Chapter 102: I Am Not Strong Yet, But When I Am Strong, Things Will Change

Judging by the current situation, Nemus seemingly had no reason to refuse.

First, he was not Nels, so he harbored no psychological trauma regarding this matter.

Second, he genuinely needed to reach the Golden Rank as quickly as possible to better handle the upcoming situation.

Moreover, once he agreed, he could smoothly absorb the entire Dartmenerly family. Whether he established a religious order or took control of Tail Fin Town, everything would proceed much more smoothly.

Finally, refusing this offer might push the Dartmenerly family to the brink, forcing them to act like a cornered dog leaping over a wall. Abandoning any hope of reconciling with Nemus, they would undoubtedly cause a relentless stream of problems.

It was a situation with a hundred benefits and no harm; there was simply no conceivable reason to decline.

Yet, Nemus was in no rush to make a decision.

After briefly checking on Cici Marie's condition, Nemus left the prison.

Soon, Nemus arrived before a rather decent mansion.

The main gates of the residence were tightly shut, devoid of any emblems indicating the owner's identity.Upon Nemus's arrival, the servants immediately opened the gates and respectfully welcomed him inside.

Naturally, this commotion drew the attention of the people inside the mansion.

Consequently, Westbin's family, young and old alike, soon gathered within the main hall.

"Welcome, Lord Nels." The old woman swallowed her hatred for the murderer of her son, though only just barely.

Under the current circumstances, they possessed absolutely no capital for revenge. To ensure their future survival, they even had to serve beneath the very enemy who had wronged them.

In contrast, Zoven failed to conceal his emotions quite so cleverly.

The look in his eyes as he stared at Nemus carried the intense conviction of 'I am not strong yet, but when I am strong, things will change.'

It was entirely predictable that once he advanced to the Iron Rank and felt he had the means to defeat Nemus, he would absolutely draw the sword of rebellion against him.

"Hurry and pay your respects to your teacher!" the old woman hurriedly instructed Zoven right at that moment.

Indeed, on the day Nemus returned Westbin's corpse, he had already struck an agreement with Westbin's family.

He needed Fey Blood to refine potions, but he had no intention of outright imprisoning the family.

After all, coveting the Legend Rank was not something that could be achieved in merely a year or two.

Imprisoning them for such a prolonged period carried far too great a risk of unforeseen accidents.

Since that was the case, it was better to be magnanimous.

He accepted Zoven as his disciple, providing the corresponding cultivation resources and even proper guidance as a teacher, provided, of course, that they supplied him with Fey Potion at regular intervals.

For Zoven to grow from his current Attribute Value of three to the Iron Rank, gaining the strength to rebel, would take at least over a decade.

Trading a few meager benefits to secure a stable source of Fey Potion was a worthwhile exchange in Nemus's eyes.

Naturally, Nemus would secretly master the refinement method of the Fey Potion and attempt to locate other sources of Fey Blood, ensuring he was not left entirely reliant on them.

Nemus was accustomed to waiting, but he was never accustomed to being passive.

"Has the potion refinement been completed?" Nemus asked, clearly here on official business.

"Naturally, it is finished." The old woman understood perfectly well that this potion was the sole reason their family was still alive and enjoying these resources.

Daring not to show any negligence, she immediately brought out the Fey Potion stored inside a specialized box.

Nemus picked up the glass vial containing the liquid and held it up to the lamplight for a closer inspection.

The potion possessed a dreamlike, iridescent hue throughout. It appeared to be filled with countless tiny bubbles, but upon closer examination, those bubbles were actually shifting, multicolored currents.

It looked exactly like a physical manifestation of a dream.

However, as the liquid gradually stabilized, those shifting colors faded away, turning the entire potion into a dull gray. Nemus's gaze deepened as he actively triggered the Revelation ability of the Breath of Holy Precepts.

A moment later, he received the feedback.

"There are no issues. Sorry for the intrusion today," Nemus declared. He had no intention of cultivating any emotional bonds with them, simply taking the potion and taking his leave.

He still needed to return and study the Book of Ages.

At the same time, Nemus was also awaiting a report from Opper and the others.

That's right. At this very moment, Opper and his group had already disguised themselves and infiltrated Tail Fin Town with the assistance of a whale goods smuggling ring.

Every single subordinate currently under Nemus's command was now fully assembled.

Furthermore, Opper had selected a secret location in the South District of Tail Fin Town to hold Jacques captive.

Previously, Nemus had relayed some of Cici's characteristics to Opper, instructing him to use those traits for a bit of verification.

The message the Dartmenerly family currently conveyed made the deal seem like it had a hundred benefits and no harm, but Nemus simply refused to believe that anything in this world could be so flawless.

Even when acquiring the Divinity Count, Nemus had to worry about the constant risk of the God of Precepts hunting him down at any moment.

If the Old Priest hadn't paved the way for him in a Pseudo-Saint state, revealing that the God of Precepts was currently dormant, Nemus wouldn't have even dared to summon Angel A.

Under such circumstances, there was absolutely a problem with the Dartmenerly family's Golden Elixir.

'And it's highly likely to be a massive problem...' The reason Nemus hesitated to make a final decision was very simple. 'The Dartmenerly family hasn't produced a Golden Rank in so many years. I simply cannot trust this Golden Elixir they refined.'

This was entirely normal. The Dartmenerly family's research was merely an extension of the Old Priest's own studies.

And the Old Priest himself had failed, forced to burn his own life just to enter a Pseudo-Saint state.

Exactly how effective this Golden Elixir from the Dartmenerly family truly was remained highly debatable.

'If the Golden Elixir is a trap, then I have no reason to step into it,' he pondered. 'By relying on my own cultivation, supplemented by the resources brought in through current trade, I can still reach the Golden Rank within a few years.'

'Moreover, even if the Dartmenerly family's Golden Elixir can help me advance to the Golden Rank faster, it might cause me to deviate from my core objective.'

Nemus wanted to reach the Golden Rank with the ultimate goal of entering the core of the Church.

Refining a Golden Elixir using human bodies was fundamentally a massive taboo within the Church.

If he used such a method to advance, it would undoubtedly lead to considerable trouble down the line.

The Church was certainly not clean by any means, but they at least maintained a pristine and radiant facade on the surface.

If he could enter the Church's core with a clean record, it was best not to cause unnecessary complications.

Before Nemus even returned to the church, a message from Opper arrived.

Through the Oath Rope, Nemus reviewed Opper's message.

Using Jacques, they had conducted partial experiments and confirmed that Cici's condition shared numerous overlaps with the Old Priest's research.

For instance, one of the Old Priest's research logs stated that extreme mental impairment was highly likely caused by the oppressive pressure of a Saint's Essence on the mind.

Once such symptoms appeared, it was extremely probable that something had gone terribly wrong with the Saint's Essence itself.

At this point, it was basically confirmed that the Dartmenerly family's Golden Elixir almost certainly possessed severe flaws.

After all, the Dartmenerly family's progress actually seemed inferior to the Old Priest's.

Once the benefits of the Golden Elixir were stripped away, reconciling with the Dartmenerly family was no longer a matter of a hundred benefits and no harm.

Instead, it was a facade filled with apparent advantages that secretly concealed an array of hidden problems.