"Something is not right here..." the old man muttered to himself. He placed his hand on Alvin's head and cast a light element spell, "Light of Purification."
Suddenly, a yellow light washed over Alvin's body. Alvin felt as though a huge burden was lifted from his shoulders, but at that time, the wound Ava had healed once again burst open and blood started to flow out.
"What the hell did you do, old man..." Alvin yelled in horror when he saw this.
"Shut up," the old man said sternly and pulled Alvin to a chair.
He then held Alvin's right hand and looked at the tattoo on Alvin's right forearm with squinted eyes, "A Nyxborn?"
Alvin nodded, while enduring the pain from the wound.
"Do you know what type of Nyxborn bloodline you awakened?" the old man asked again.
"Cursed Blood Simian..." Alvin replied.
The old man nodded, "That explains why your wound kept on bleeding even after being treated."
He then turned to the door and called out, "Ancy, make a paste of Blood Lily, Moon Grass, and Mountain Goat Milk according to the first healing prescription."
"Right away, Grandfather," the reply from the young lady at the counter came in response.
"What is the meaning of all this, old man?" Alvin asked the old man with a frown.
"My name is John, you can just call me John or simply Grandpa. Don't refer to me as an old man, I am only 200 years old," the old man said to Alvin seriously.
Alvin rolled his eyes, "Then Grandpa, what is happening here?"
John looked at Alvin strangely, "Don't you know your wound cannot be treated with magic?"
"Huh, why can't it? When I was little, my mom used to heal me using light magic. There was no problem back then," Alvin's eyes widened in surprise.
John shook his head helplessly, "So, even though you have the Cursed Blood Simian bloodline, you didn't know anything about it? Well then, let me enlighten you. The Nyxborn royal family has two types of bloodlines, Divine Nyx Simian and Cursed Blood Simian. Among them, Cursed Blood Simian has a rare anti-magic characteristic. People who awakened this bloodline can't wield any magic elements, nor will any healing magic work on them."
"The person who treated you previously must have been a magician at least one level higher than you. That is the reason they were able to forcefully heal you. But as time passed, your body rejected the light essence that entered your body, that's why you kept on experiencing pain."
"Even though the light element was used to heal you, for your body it is no different from poison , so it is necessary to remove it. Now that I forcefully washed away all the residual light element mana from your body, the closed wounds burst open once again."
Alvin looked at his bleeding shoulder and asked, "Does that mean I am going to die just like that?"
John chuckled, "Only magic doesn't work. We can use other traditional medicine to heal your wound. That is not a big deal."
"Grandpa, the medicine is ready," just then Ancy entered the room with a tray containing a green paste.
John took the plate from Ancy's hand and started applying it on Alvin's wound layer after layer, "Unlike treatment using magic, it will be a little bit slow and might leave some scars."
After the medicine was applied, John dressed the wound and said, "Ancy will pack the rest of the medicine for you. Apply it regularly after cleaning the wound, it will heal in at most two days."
Alvin nodded, "How much is the consultation fee?"
John stroked his beard, "It will be two silver coins since you are just at the mortal realm. If you advance to the basic realm, then this price will rise once again, so try not to get hurt during battles."
Alvin paid two silver coins to Ancy and left the shop with the medicine paste in his hand.
After Alvin left, Ancy asked John, "Grandpa, is that kid really a royal member of the Nyxborn family?"
John nodded with a smile, "No doubt about it. This brat is only around ten years old, but he was chatting with me so casually with such a large wound on his shoulder. Only the madmen of Nyxborn can behave like this."
John sighed as he thought about the past, "It's a pity they disappeared after that incident four years ago. Nobody knows whether they are dead or alive. Otherwise, I would have introduced this kid to that old bastard, Magnus."
After exiting the clinic, Alvin walked around the streets of the city for some time aimlessly. Heavenly Wood City was crowded with many people in different attires. Several shops selling different commodities could be seen here and there. Alvin even saw many stores shouting out names of cultivation techniques and spells on sale.
"Compared to the city, our village really is nothing," Alvin sighed as he walked towards Winzen's Little Store to look for some decent weapon.
Alvin had seen many shops selling weapons on the way, but just by looking at the size of the shops, Alvin was sure that he would not be able to buy anything from there with the mere one gold coin left with him.
"Can I get a decent bow for one gold coin?" Alvin asked the young shopkeeper Winzo as soon as he entered the shop.
Winzo smiled awkwardly, "Sir, all the bows here start from five gold coins. We don't take cheap goods in our store."
Alvin was disappointed after hearing this, "It's fine, get me your best knife that can come for one gold coin."
Winzo nodded, "Right away, sir."
Winzo took out a silver box from the shelves on the wall and opened it, displaying more than a dozen knives ranging from fifteen to thirty centimeters in length.
"All of them come under one gold coin, feel free to try them," Winzo said.
Alvin looked at the blades for some time and said to Winzo, "Pick out the best one, please."
Winzo thought for a moment and pointed at a pitch-black dagger which was twenty centimeters in length, "Well if you ask me, this one is the best. It's crafted from the claws of a basic realm black bear. I can guarantee that with a single swing you will be able to slice any animal below the basic realm with it."
"Pack it," Alvin simply said after sliding the gold coin towards Winzo.
Winzo put the gold coin into the drawer of the cash counter and then after hesitating for a moment, he took out a leather belt from below the counter along with a small scabbard that could fit the black dagger.