Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 779

Chapter 779

For martial artists, strength and skill could be enhanced directly through specialized herbal tonics or even more

potent alchemical pills. Nonetheless, whether it was a tone or a pill, these were luxuries that most people could

not afford.

Hence, it was often said such a journey was only available to the rich. If one wanted to master martial arts, they

needed lots of money.

However, having wealth and power was only the foundation. It was not nearly enough to reach the highest

levels.

Plenty of rich kids trained in combat, but most were nothing more than show-offs. Their skills were shallow,

nothing beyond a few flashy moves.

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When faced with real martial artists, they would not last more than a few strikes. At best, they would get

slapped. around and humiliated. At worst, they would end up dead.

To truly improve, money alone was not enough. One needed someone who could refine and craft the right tonics

or enhancement pills. And those alchemists? They were not just rare-they were nearly impossible to hire.

Take Natasha and Dylan, for example. They were both filthy rich, yet most of the time, they had no idea how to

spend their money wisely. To them, even the most basic enhancement pill was a rare treasure.

More often than not, they had to risk their lives, fighting and killing, just to get their hands on a single dose.

Why? Because alchemists stood at the top of the hierarchy unreachable, untouchable, and completely in control

of their craft.

Even though Dylan and Natasha ruled over Jayrodale’s underground world, in front of an alchemist, they were

nothing. Andrew spent a good amount of effort refining the herbs and rare ingredients they had gathered,

turning them into a powerful batch of tonic.

For him, brewing enhancement tonics for ordinary fighters was easy-it was practically second nature. However,

the amount he had to produce this twas overwhelming since he needed enough to supply Natasha and

Dylan's entire crew-over a hundred people.

By the the finished, he was completely drained.

Natasha, ever the opportunist, stuck by his side the entire time. She massaged his shoulders, kneaded his back,

brought him water, and wiped away his sweat. When he was too focused to notice, she even stole a few kisses

on his cheek.

She took care of everything, acting like a devoted personal maid.

Andrew was not fooled. He knew Natasha was not just being considerate-this was her way of buttering him up.

After all, the tonics he had made were meant for her and Dylan's people.

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Right now, in Natasha's eyes, Andrew was the ultimate prize. If she had her way, she would cling to him every

night, never letting him leave her bed.

“Alright,” Andrew said, exhaling as he looked over the tonics. “Follow my instructions and dilute these in warm

water before use.”

He explained, “Since the supply is limited, | suggest distributing it only to your most talented and promising

subordinates. With this tonic, their training speed will skyrocket. Smight even see progress overnight.”

Andrew carefully explained the usage, making sure Dylan and Natasha understood every detail. They both

listened intently, committing every word to memory.

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