Forging the Ultimate Pleasure Potion

As soon as Urus walked out of her room, Casablanca punched the wooden wall of her room in a rage fit. "That 15-year-old brat!"

She knew that calling him a brat was not really accurate though.

In the world of cultivators, humans become capable of taking in spirit energy at the young age of 12, becoming cultivators but only the most talented prodigies in the world ever become Neophytes at the age of 12.

This was why the world system changed, tagging 12 as the official age of adulthood since it was the age a human becomes capable of being a cultivator.

At the age of 15, in society, young Urus would be seen as a young man.

And watching his father go to brothels as he grew up, Casablanca had no doubt that Urus would have gone to the Luvre Village brothel already countless times to also partake in what his father was enjoying.

Urus was no boy, but at the same time, the idea of laying in bed with a 15-year-old who was also her step-son rubbed Casablanca off in all the wrong ways.

"That lecherous bastard!" She cursed.

There was a reason why she postponed what Urus wanted till night. By then, no matter what Brutus was doing, Casablanca was sure that he would be back.

She didn't know what exactly changed in him, or even her but since yesterday, after that first experience of his hands roaming through her body, it was crazy but she felt she was already in love.

She was in love with her 18-year-old servant despite being 5 years older than him.

Yes, Casablanca was 23.

The mere thought of it left her blushing in shame, but there was a subtle feeling of excitement underneath the shame.

It just felt like forbidden love in a way.

Maybe it was because of love, but Casablanca felt like there was nothing Brutus couldn't do. She just felt like if she was able to cover for him long enough till he returned, he would handle the Urus situation.

Afterall, he already handled the maid situation yesterday.

This was the reason why she stared in her room after Urus left, pacing up and down anxiously, hoping for Brutus to come any moment before her husband came back. But unfortunately, dreams don't always come true.

An hour later, Chief Rarluk came home first.

Casablanca felt tensed, her heart was beating fast, wondering if he would discover but unexpectedly, someone helped.

"Welcome home father!" Urus ran up to welcome his father.

"How was work today?"

Chief Rarluk was in a bad mood. It was only after wasting his whole day in the brothel and tavern, this evening that it dawned on him that he was yet to address the mounting problems of his village.

This was why he was in a bad mood.

But surprisingly, one of his sons came to welcome him home. This was something his children never did, so seeing it, it somehow brightened up his mood.

It made him feel like a good father.

From on top his white horse, Chief Rarluk smiled brightly. "How are you doing today Urus? And yes, work was fine today".

"That's good father, let me help you walk your horse to the pen".

"Oh! Ok, that's fine".

Climbing down from his horse, Urus led the white horse away. Looking around a bit and not seeing any of his wives, Chief Rarluk didn't call for Casablanca this time, he was already exhausted from roughing up the star in the brothel.

He walked straight to his room instead and as he walked, he thought. 'There's always tomorrow, I'll deal with Vulva Village tomorrow'.

'Early in the morning. Yes, that's what I'll start my day with'.

With that thought, he excused how profligately he spent his day.

Watching as everything transpired from her room, Casablanca heaved a huge sigh of relief. 'The boy is even smarter than I thought'.

…

While all of that transpired in the chief's farm, Brutus was still inside the cave of a mysterious Foundation realm alchemist.

The old man already started the process of forging the potion.

This was what made him forget about the day that was already turning dark, this was because of the stringent requirements of forging the potion. He was tensed, scared that the old man would get the process wrong.

This was why Brutus stayed close, paying keen attention as the old man forged. At some point, the alchemist laughed. "That look in your eyes, you've studied alchemy extensively right, young man?"

"You have the look of a veteran".

Brutus chuckled anxiously. "Yes, I read a few books".

In his mind though, he was screaming. 'Focus on your work old man! A tiny mistake and the whole process would be destroyed!'

'I don't have the money to get a second set of ingredients!'

For dozens of minutes, Brutus stood, paying attention as the old man forged the potion till he almost made a mistake.

"Stop!" Brutus forgot his place, ordering the old man who was strong enough to erase him from the face of the world with just a single breath.

The old alchemist was shocked but something told him to obey, he stopped.

Without even paying attention to the mistake that he just made in ordering the old man, Brutus spoke, all his attention on the potion on the alchemy pot.

"The heat is too low; the sublimation reaction process won't be perfect".

"You need to increase the heat by approximately 10 degrees".

The old alchemist paid attention to the alchemy pot, tempted to ask how the mortal knew but he kept his questions to himself and did as he was instructed.

"Now add the black herb leaf".

The old alchemist did as was instructed.

"Stir rigorously for 2 minutes…"

"Now add the vinegar and ginger at the same time…"

"Now is the time to add the aphrodisiac…"

"Now stir, stir well, stir hard old man, all that's remaining for you to do is stir and hopefully, the potion comes out perfectly".

Without asking any questions, the old man stirred furiously. Sweat dripped down his face, evaporating before they could fall into the alchemy pot.

This old alchemist had never exerted himself so much in forging a pill or a potion, but something told him that this was going to be the greatest forging process of his whole career.

He felt a sense of excitement, something he thought he was no longer capable of feeling as he forged this potion.

He stirred for 20 minutes…

He stirred for 30 minutes…

40 minutes…

And then at the 45th minute, the potion changed, turning thick.

"Stop, it's done".

"Put off the fire".

The old alchemist did as he was told before carefully pouring the potion into a potion bottle.

As soon as the old man was done, he collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he mumbled beneath his breath. "This potion…, this quality…", he raised the potion bottle, looking at it with shaking hands. "It's the best potion I've ever forged in my life!"

He looked at Brutus. "Young man, who are you?"

Brutus smiled. "I'm just a young man who knows a lot of things".

The old alchemist smiled, then he threw the potion bottle over. "I won't inquire too deep if you want to keep your secrets".

Brutus caught the potion and heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't leave yet though. He looked at the old alchemist. "Umm, sorry, but I have another favor".

"Please, do you have a potent alcohol that can knock out a Neophyte realm cultivator?"

The old alchemist looked at him again, then he smiled. "Yes".

"Here," he threw a bottle towards Brutus.

Brutus caught it, and smiled. "Thank you old man, I won't forget this".