Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 143: I am an Alchemist
After the news of the Elixir of Tranquility spread, she had personally consulted her master and searched through ancient texts. The characteristics recorded there matched this Elixir perfectly.
But the Elixir of Tranquility had only been in the hands of the Immortal Guild.
How... could something like this suddenly appear in Zora’s hands?
The more she thought about it, the more unfathomable Zora seemed.
Whether it was the long-lost vibrating needle technique or the legendary Elixir of Tranquility, one question now echoed clearly in their minds.
Who exactly was Zora?
And what exactly is her background?
If Zora only had four Elixirs, she should have acquired them from the Immortal Guild through some tight connections, but apart from those three she is putting in the auction, if she could bring out three more and even handing it out like some demon crystals/monster cores, then she should possess the formula.
Others might not fully grasp the true value of Elixir of Tranquility, but Sylvandria understood all too well. As an alchemist, she knew that possessing a Potion formula was equivalent to holding a priceless treasure.
Alaric Von Seraph’s gaze lingered on Zora, the depth of his eyes surging like a silent tide. Even with his calm temperament, the shock in his heart was impossible to conceal.
"Zora," Raphael finally spoke, unable to restrain himself any longer. Among the three, he was closest to her, so the question came naturally. "How do you have so many Elixir of Tranquility?"
Sylvandria’s eyes also fixed on Zora, her expression gentle yet probing. "Zora... are you an alchemist?"
She had always felt that it was already extraordinary for Zora to cultivate and master medical skills at the same time. Human energy was limited, after all. Yet time and again, whether in the White Mountains or now with the Elixir of Tranquility, Zora proved that her preparation far exceeded what an ordinary spirit warrior could manage.
Even wealth couldn’t explain this.
After all, Elixir of Tranquility couldn’t be bought, no matter how rich one was.
Which left only one possibility.
Zora smiled lightly, her expression as calm as spring water. "Yes. I am an alchemist." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
The room fell silent.
Raphael, Alaric Von Seraph, and Sylvandria all stared at her at the same time, as though they had just heard something utterly unreal.
Even though they had vaguely suspected it, hearing her admit it so directly still felt like a heavy blow to common sense.
Was she even human?
Sylvandria’s gentle features stiffened slightly. After a brief pause, she asked in a low voice, "Then this Elixir of Tranquility... you made it yourself?"
Zora nodded without hesitation. "Yes."
Raphael swallowed hard, looking at her as though she were some legendary creature rather than a person. A 16-year-old girl who could cultivate, heal people’s injuries, and make Potions... this was far beyond the realm of genius.
Even Alaric Von Seraph, who rarely showed emotion, could not hide the shock flickering across his usually indifferent face. At Zora’s age, excelling in just one of those paths would already be considered heaven-defying.
Yet she stood before them, having achieved remarkable heights in all three.
Sylvandria opened her mouth, then closed it again, words failing her for once.
Elixir of Tranquility was a second-grade Potion.
That meant Zora was atleast a rank-2 alchemist.
She herself had only passed the Rank-2 assessment at the alchemist Association this year and had been hailed as a rare genius by countless seniors.
But Zora was a year younger than her.
That single year, which sounded insignificant, suddenly felt like an unbridgeable gulf.
If Sylvandria was called a genius, then what was Zora?
She couldn’t even imagine what kind of terrifying heights Zora might reach if she devoted herself entirely to alchemy.
For the first time in her life, Sylvandria felt the pride she had always carried crack quietly, like thin ice beneath a gentle step.
At this moment, Raphael, holding the Elixir of Tranquility that Zora had given him, no longer felt the slightest psychological burden.
To an alchemist, medicinal herbs were the most common resource. As long as the materials were available, even priceless Potions could be refined at will. In Zora’s hands, the Elixir of Tranquility was nothing more than a second-grade medicinal Potion.
Thinking of this, Raphael felt a deep sense of irony rise in his heart.
Such a heaven-defying genius had once been mocked as a useless scrap throughout the Imperial City. Were all those people blind?
Raphael sighed inwardly. If General Helius were to learn of Zora’s current achievements, he truly couldn’t imagine what kind of expression would appear on that man’s face.
"Zora," Sylvandria suddenly asked, her voice gentle, "have you gone to the Alchemists Association to take the assessment yet?"
"No," Zora replied with a smile.
She had heard of the Alchemists Association before and had even planned to visit it for an assessment. However, between cultivation, medical practice, and countless other matters, she simply hadn’t found the time.
Sylvandria’s confusion deepened. Her master had once hinted that there might be an extraordinarily powerful force behind Zora. No matter how one looked at it, Zora was anything but ordinary.
Yet she hadn’t even taken the Alchemist assessment?
"If you have the chance, you should go to the Alchemists Association and take the assessment," Sylvandria suggested with a faint smile.
Zora raised her brows slightly. "What benefits are there to taking the assessment?"
Her tone was calm and curious. If there were no tangible advantages, she saw no need to trouble herself with it. Titles and reputations meant little to her.
Hearing this, Sylvandria grew even more puzzled. How could someone with such talent be so indifferent to the alchemists’ world?
Sylvandria explained. "Many rare medicinal herbs are given priority to registered alchemists. It’s extremely convenient for us."
"And what do we need to give in return?" Zora asked, her gaze clear and sharp.
She understood well that convenience never came without a price.
"The Association doesn’t impose rigid obligations," Sylvandria replied. "Occasionally, when the Association needs a certain type of Potion, they may request help from alchemists. As long as you assist, you’ll receive generous compensation."
Understanding dawned in Zora’s eyes.
Potion formulas were the lifeblood of alchemists. Although there were many alchemists, not everyone could produce every type of Potion. The Association essentially served as a bridge, connecting demand with those capable of fulfilling it, while ensuring fair compensation.
It created circulation and order.
A true win-win system, with minimal constraints on alchemists.
"I see," Zora said softly, a graceful smile blooming on her lips as her thoughts settled.
If she intended to auction Elixir of Tranquility publicly within the academy, obtaining official certification from the Alchemists Association would be beneficial. Even if she didn’t care about reputation, it would prevent unnecessary trouble and suspicion.
After bidding the others farewell, Zora left the special enrollment dormitory and headed straight out of the academy, her destination clear.
The Alchemists Association.
She had always been someone who acted the moment a decision was made. Since she intended to auction the Elixir of Tranquility, she would first obtain official certification from the Alchemists Association.
The instant Zora stepped out of the academy gates, countless gazes locked onto her.
Ever since her arrival at the academy, she had never lacked attention. Today, because of the Elixir of Tranquility, she had practically become the most talked-about figure in all of Heavenly City.
Dressed in white like fresh snow, blue silk cascading down her back, her features exquisite and refined, she looked as though she had stepped out of a painting. There was a purity and elegance about her that felt detached from the mundane world.
Who else but Zora could wear white and still carry such an untainted, transcendent air?
The moment she appeared, her identity was instantly recognized.
Eyes filled with curiosity, excitement, and barely concealed desire followed her every step. News of her plan to auction three Elixirs of Tranquility had already spread throughout the city.
And in today’s Heavenly City, a single Elixir of Tranquility was worth an astonishing price.
It was a pity that Zora intended to auction them only to academy students. Outsiders had no chance to compete.
Still, many merchants were restless. If they could get close to Zora, perhaps she possessed more Elixirs. That would be an unimaginably lucrative opportunity.
"Master, you’re practically a walking treasure chest in everyone’s eyes," Black said excitedly, his eyes shining as though he could already see piles of gold coins rolling in.
