Prime Originator

After 15 minutes of quiet meditation, Leon recovered some energy back and opened his eyes. 

The Old Shaman and Witch Doctor had been very patient and did not disturb his meditation during this time.

Initially, the Witch Doctor had looked down on Leon. But now, those traces of contempt had been wiped clean from his face. He had no right to look down on a fellow Shaman.

"Are you sure you have rested enough? Feel free to rest some more." The Old Shaman spoke out of concern. He was unsure if the second step had any more risks involved, but it was better to be safe than sorry. 

"There's no need. I've rested enough." 

Leon shook his head. He naturally understood what the Old Shaman was thinking and said, "You don't need to worry. There is no danger to your son. The most important step has already been completed successfully."

"Is that right? That's good then." The Old Shaman nodded with relief as he glanced upon his son's sleeping face. 

The Demon Core has been removed, and the demonization process has been stopped completely, but the slight demonic changes to his son's body were still present.

"Is there something you can do about these scales and horns?" The Old Shaman asked.

"I can tear them off if that is what you want. Your son's natural regenerative capabilities will be able to heal his body back to normal, but do you really want me to do that?" Leon asked.

Looking at the state of the person's body, it did not really look like someone who had undergone a demon transformation.

"Personally, I think it looks pretty cool. These changes do not really make your son look like a demon but more like someone with a dragon bloodline. Perhaps, it is better to ask if your son wants them removed or not after he wakes up." Leon continued to suggest.

Hearing what Leon said, the Old Shaman hesitated. While demons are hated, dragons, on the other hand, are a symbol of strength.

After a short ponder, the Old Shaman nodded, "What you say makes sense. It is my son's body. It is best to ask him for his opinion on the matter."

"Alright, allow me to finish off with the treatment and wake him up," Leon stated as he pressed his palm onto the person's chest.

Very soon, his palm began to glow with a soft green light as the regenerative properties of Wood Energy were channeled into the body of the Old Shaman's son.

Trivial injuries throughout the person's body, new and old, slowly healed at a visible rate as the Old Shaman and Witch Doctor saw a few scars disappear.

Five minutes later, Leon unsealed the person's acupoints and retracted his hand. 

"Is it done?" Old Shaman quickly asked as he inspected his son. 

Leon nodded, "He should be waking up very shortly. 

True to his words, Hardrock woke up a few breaths later.

"Ugh…. Where am I?" Hardrock immediately shook his head as his whole body ached and felt sluggish. It was like he had been sleeping for a very long time.

"Papa!" 

Little Bone had been very sensible on the side. But after seeing his father wake up and speak familiar words instead of crazy growls, he immediately pounced onto his father's chest in joy. 

"Hoho, easy there, little guy." Hardrock rubbed Little Bone's head warmly before he suddenly paused in discovery. "Hm? You've grown a bit bigger, haven't you?" 

"It's been two years since the outbreak of your Demon Possession. It's good to have you back, son." The Old Shaman sighed emotionally. 

"Two years, huh?" 

Hardrock was still a bit confused and disorientated after waking up, but his mind soon regained clarity and said, "Wait, did you just say Demon Possession? How am I still…"

"…Alive? You can thank these two for that. This little brother Leonhardt here is the one who completely cured you of your Demon Possession, but without the help of Master Woodrow's hypnotic mysticism, you would have also turned into a mindless demon long ago." The Old Shaman explained as he introduced the two to his son.

"Oh? Demon Possession finally has a cure?"

Hardrock was astounded as he glanced at Leon and Master Woodrow. He was even more surprised when he saw how young Leon appeared, but he quickly accepted the fact. 

His father would not be so bored as to play such a joke upon his recovery. Moreover, what could be more surprising than curing Demon Possession?

"I thank the two esteemed Witch Doctors for saving my life," Hardrock spoke with heartfelt gratitude. 

There was nothing wrong with what he said. Curing Demon Possession was akin to getting a second chance at life. 

He wanted to get up and pay his deepest respects to both of them, but his body struggled to carry out his will.

"You have just recovered. Just lay down and continue to rest. There will be plenty of chances for you to pay your respects in the future." 

Master Woodrow glanced at Leon before he shook his head with a wry smile, "Also, I don't dare claim to be a Witch Doctor in front of this little brother. My ability is nothing compared to his."

Leon was not fully aware of what defines a Witch Doctor. Thus, he chose to remind silent and not offer his opinion. 

Although he did not speak, the Old Shaman did.

"Hahaha, no need to be so humble, Master Woodrow." The Old Shaman laughed heartily. It was natural for him to be in a joyous mood after his son's successful recovery.

"Little Brother Leonhardt's abilities are indeed astounding, but we must not ignore your own ability and contribution. By definition, a Witch Doctor is someone who can heal people afflicted by the supernatural."

"Although you could not heal my son's body like Little Brother Leonhardt did, you were able to soothe his soul and free his mind from the agony of Demonization. Isn't that right, my son?�� The Old Shaman soon directed the question to Hardrock. 

"Eh? Ah, yes. Yes, that is right. I felt like I had been in a very long pleasant dream. I had no idea I was afflicted with Demon Possession until I was told so just now." Hardrock gave an improvised response.

"Hahaha, thanks." 

Master Woodrow smile wryly, feeling a bit better after hearing their words. Their good intentions, he had received them. 

"Alright, I shan't keep you both waiting any longer. Let us leave and head back to the storefront. I am sure my son could use some rest. Also, I stand by my words. Since my son has been cured, the both of you may take anything from my store." The Old Shaman said straightforward. 

Having laid in bed for so long, Hardrock wanted nothing more than to get out and move around, but after being given a look by his father, he shook his head ruefully and chose not to voice his objection. 

He was a fully grown man, but no matter one's age, they will always be humbled before their parents.

"Anything, you say?" Leon said as he rubbed his chin in thought.

The Old Shaman strangely had a bad feeling from Leon, but he was a man of his words. He nodded and firmly stated, "Anything!"

"I did not do much. I will not be asking for too much. Just the Tier 4 Fur Cloak will do for me. Surely Little Brother Leonhardt does not have a problem with this decision, right?" Master Woodrow asked.

"If Master Woodrow does not have a problem with it, then surely I will not have a problem with it either." Leon laughed lightly in response. 

This Master Woodrow has given him a good impression. He was nothing like the quack doctor Goldenrod had mentioned. And from what he had learned, this Witch Doctor was also a Shaman.

"What Master Woodrow? If Little Brother Leonhardt is fine with it, you can just call me Brother Woodrow or Woodrow by name." 

"Then, I will call you, Brother Woodrow." Leon smiled.

Master Woodrow immediately nodded with a satisfied look. It was never wrong to build a good connection with such a talented and promising young Shaman. The Shaman circle is initially small, to begin with.

As the group of three headed back to the storefront, Ironhead's eyes lit up as he immediately spotted them.

"Brother Leonhardt, you are alright!" Ironhead said before he proceeded to greet the other two along with Goldenrod.

"Greetings, Venerable Shamans."

"Venerable Shamans."

The Old Shaman and Master Woodrow acknowledge their greeting with a nod. Shortly after, Master Woodrow strolled over to the left display and picked up the Tier 4 Fur Cloak from the wooden stand.

"I have been away for a few months, and my family is surely missing me, so I will head back first. If Little Brother Leonhardt is not busy, feel free to visit me at my Fragrant Tea Abode."

"If I'm free, I will be sure to pay you a visit," Leon assured.

Shortly after Master Woodrow had disappeared from view, the Old Shaman asks, "So what would you like, Little Brother Leonhardt?"

Leon proceeded to look left and right at the items on display. His brows began to furrow as he contemplated. The bad feeling in the Old Shaman's heart grew worse after seeing Leon like this.

After some time, Leon asks, "Can I take everything?"

The Old Shaman's heart was shaken and almost keeled over from shock as his hunch was right. He inwardly cried, 'You must be pulling my leg! Please learn some self-restraint!'