Journey Of A Legend

Chapter 138: Creating A Potion

Jumping up to his feet, Greg looked around and thought, "What should I do? He didn't tell me at all where I can find those types of grass!"

As he was thinking about this, Greg picked up the one Russ just used and looked at it.

"Just as he said, it has a sharper edge than the other ones. And also the dim green light that is covering it... Let's check this place."

Without any hesitation, Greg turned his gaze toward the ground and started to pick one grass after another.

"This is not the one... Not this one... Not this..."

Walking around the house, Greg checked almost hundreds of grasses one after another, but none of them were what he was looking for.

"Did he brought them here from somewhere else?", asked Greg quietly, and after using his darkness element he appeared in a totally strange place.

All around him, what he could see was only rotten black trees, with ash black ground below his feet.

"No... I don't think he has brought those from the For-, huh?"

Just as he was about to go back, suddenly his eyes caught a strange sight under one of the black trees.

What he could see clearly, was a single piece of grass with a height around 20 centimeters, while dim green light covered its whole figure.

"Is that... A Spirit Grass?", though Greg with surprise, and walked closer, but the moment he wanted to touch it, it cut his hand.

"Auch..."

Looking at the deep cut on his palm while blood started to ooze out from the wound, Greg frowned and thought, "This is definitely not an average Spirit Grass."

Taking out the potion that Russ gave at him, Greg opened the lid and started to drink it.

*Gulp!

*Gulp!*

With two huge sips, Greg drank the whole bottle, making the wound to heal in an instant on his hand.

"For a Beginner Healing Potion, what can I say... it is really great.", thought Greg with a satisfied smile as he watched the deep cut slowly disappearing from his palm.

After seeing that after a few seconds the cut has finally vanished, Greg sighed and looked at the Grass.

"How should I take it then? Should I just simply cut it down?", thought Greg with confusion, but after a few seconds he shrugged and said, "Well, I don't really have a greater option, so..."

With a swift motion, Greg summoned Shapless into his hand and after making it to change into a small knife he slashed at it.

*Swish!*

*Clang!*

"Huh?"

However, to his surprise, the moment the knife touched the Spirit Grass, just like iron hitting against iron, with a loud sound, Shapless bounced away.

"What the?", thought Greg and slashed at the grass again.

*Swish!*

*Clang!*

Just like before, the moment Greg's knife hit the grass, what could be heard was only a loud metallic sound while the weapon bounced off.

"Is this normal?", thought Greg and put Shapless away.

"Hmm... What should I do...", thought Greg, but after a few minutes he clapped his hands and said, "Got it!"

Summoning the fairy before him, Greg pointed at the grass and said, "Use your newly gained ability on that grass. I would like to see it."

The little fairy turned her small sleepy head toward the grass and asked, "Why?"

"Just do, it, please. I didn't see you using your Wind Area, so I'm a bit curious."

Hearing this, the fairy moaned quietly and after a small nod, she raised her hand.

"Trap..."

In an instant, the whole grass got covered with wind blades, making Greg to widen his eyes slightly.

"So many wind blades... In the past, she could only control 2 or three at a time, but now there are more than twenty. Amazing! But..."

But what Greg felt a bit strange, that even though these wind blades were flying around the grass, they weren't anything special at all.

"I could do that even with my power, so why is it called Wind Area?"

As he thought about this with a freon, suddenly the fairy's mouth moved again.

"Expand..."

"Huh?"

What happened the next moment, made Greg to open his eyes extra wide.

The twenty or so wind blades around the Grass suddenly started to duplicate, and under a few seconds, the proximity around Greg in more than 30 meters, everything was filled with the fairy's wind blades.

"Oh..."

While Greg was mesmerized by the fairy's power, the little pet suddenly pointed at the grass's root and said, "Cut..."

And just as she said that...

*Swish!*

*Swish!*

*Swish!*

Suddenly, hundreds more terrifying wind blades with the power of a Creator rank flew toward the Spirit Grass's with insane speed.

*Clang!*

*Clang!*

*Clang!*

One metallic sound after another, the wind blades hit the Spirit Grass powerfully, making the grass's root to form small cuts.

"It is really working!", thought Greg with deep surprise and looked at the fairy.

"Mutated Soul Creatures are really something else..."

One hit after another, hundreds of wind blades fell on the Spirit Grass's root, forming small cuts on the root's surface as time went on.

*Clang!*

*Crack!*

After unknown of how many hits, finally the Spirit Grass gave in to the fairy's attacks, and with a heavy sound, it fell onto the ground.

"Finally! Thank you!", said Greg happily and patted the fairy's head gently.

"Hehe..."

Seeing the little fairy's happy expression, Greg smiled and turned toward the Spirit Grass on the ground.

"Now then..."

Crouching down next to the grass, Greg grabbed it carefully on the bottom and raised it.

"This is truly a Spirit Grass.", said Greg quietly and looked up at the sky.

"It seems I have less than an hour. I need to hurry!", said Greg as he looked at the sun on the horizon and after putting the grass into his shadow he continued his search.

Using his power to 'teleport' here and there in the Forbidden Lands, Greg could find hardly four normal Spirit Grass, but because of this, he only had 10 minutes to create the potion for Russ.

Going back to the house, Greg saw that Russ put 5 pieces of the bottle before the door, which saved him a lot of time.

"Let's do it.", said Greg as he sat down and after filling the bottle with water, he took out one of the normal Spirit Grass from his shadow and put its edge on the bottle's lid.

Pushing it gently against the top, Greg concentrated really hard not to smash the grass. It would be a huge disaster if he somehow crushed the grass. 

With a slow but steady motion, Greg put pressure on the grass, making small greenish drops to fell out from its edge right into the water.

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five!"

Taking away the grass, Greg closed the lid, he started to shake the bottle, and after a while, the water's color changed into a greenish color just as it did with Russ.

"Perfect! 4 left to go.", said Greg and without hesitation, he took out the next Spirit Grass.

Bottle filling, gently pushing the grass against the top, closing the lid, and shaking. One move after another, Greg made 4 Beginner Healing Potion under almost 6 minutes.

"Making these was not hard at all. But this on the other hand...", said Greg a bit nervously and took out slowly the strange Spirit Grass.

Looking at its sharp surface that could cut his skin as easily as tofu, Greg didn't how to do the process.

"If I touch it, it will cut me that is for sure. So how should I do it?", thought Greg with a frown and at the sun in the distance.

"Hmm... I have less than a few minutes, so what should I do?"

Thinking about ways he could make use of that strange Spirit Grass, Greg's suddenly widened and thought, "Should I use one of my elements then? But which one?"

Looking at the grass Greg frowned and thought, "I could use my First Flow to put pressure on it, but I don't know if it will work. Well... Let's give it a try."

Because he was not using any of his Flows at the current time the First Flow was automatically under usage, so the only thing he needed to do is to raise his hand.

In an instant, the Spirit Grass flee up into the air. With slow-motion, Greg put the grass onto the bottle's top he was holding and started using his power to push it against it slowly.

"..."

However the moment Greg started to process, he was quite surprised.

"What is this bottle made of?", asked Greg as he watched that even after he put huge pressure on the Grass, nothing happened. Not only didn't the bottle break under the sharp edge of the Spirit Grass but also there was no sign at all that the grass would give any drops soon.

"This won't do. With only air pressure, I won't be able to make it. I need to use my physical strength, but how? If I touch that grass even a bit stronger than normal, then it will cut into my flesh for sure."

Thinking about this, suddenly Greg widened his eyes and thought, "Should I try to use that?"