Reborn as a Demonic Tree-Novel

Stella reached down and grabbed the cursed sap pill from the depths of the cauldron fruit. Withdrawing her soul flame from the cauldron, she rigorously checked the pill for any issues under the dim blue hue of the glowing mushrooms and sighed with relief after finding nothing wrong.

"I did it!" Stella yelled triumphantly as she held up the pill, her voice echoing through the cavern, "Thank the nine realms! I've hardly seen the sun all week for this!"

Sadly, there was nobody around to celebrate her success. Elder Margret had returned to the cavern below the White Stone Palace to collect the finished batches of pills from the rogue alchemists as the meeting with the Merchants was scheduled for this afternoon, and Stella could feel that Ash's attention was elsewhere.

Collapsing onto the rim of the earthen bowl like a towel, Stella lay there with her arms dangling. Just a brief moment of rest before she would get back to work and make an entire batch of these cursed sap pills.

"I really wish my ruler bloodline would activate on command," Stella murmured as she clenched her fists, "This would have been so much easier with its help, but I suppose this is good practice for my alchemy either way."

Stella had to admit she was a little jealous of Diana's demon transformation, but she logically knew her bloodline's true potential was yet to bloom.

With a sigh, Stella stood back up and reignited the cauldron with her soul fire, and her face was once again illuminated by her purple flames. She only had a few hours to make enough cursed sap pills to sell to the merchants, so there was no time to waste.

***

"You're really enjoying that fiery fruit, aren't you?" Stella crocked a brow at Elder Margret, who happily bit into an orange fruit. Stella had noticed these strange orange fruits growing in a cluster next to the paralyzing fruit earlier. So she asked Ash what they did, and he replied that they were spicy fire fruit.

Stella and Diana had tried to eat one, but they both ended up on the floor, coughing up their lungs and begging for water. The spicy flavor was so overwhelming Stella was convinced it could be used as an attack, and if not for Diana's conjured water, she might have died.

Elder Margret finished the fruit and licked her lips, "I haven't eaten something this filled with fire Qi in a long time. Are there any more? I'm sure the other elders would be delighted to try such a delicacy, and it would benefit our cultivation."

Elder Margret nodded, "That could work. I'm sure everyone would be more than willing to trade a monster corpse for one of these delicious fruits."

"How is that going, by the way?" Stella asked, "Last time I was foolish enough to venture out into the wilderness alone, I almost died. Will the Redclaws be fine?"

"They should be fine," Elder Margret smiled, "Elder Brent is currently escorting a group of ten youngsters out into the wilderness in search of corpses. With him there, I doubt anything too drastic could happen. They aren't going that deep after all."

"That makes sense. A strong monster will only come by briefly, kill some of the weaker monsters, and then leave again," Elder Margret explained, "So if you are only checking occasionally, it's unlikely you will see anything but groups of weak monsters attracted by those mushrooms. Strong monsters must be sought out and hunted rather than baited, as they will never stick around one place for long. Only the truly strong monsters dare to stay in one place and declare the land as its territory."

Elder Margret shrugged, "I'm no expert. All I can suggest is to keep your hunting near the path of leylines, as the monsters always follow them. You could search for days, find nothing, and then suddenly run into an entire horde of monsters fighting over a Qi-rich lake."

"Don't worry about hunting," Stella told Ash telepathically while stretching her back, "You're a tree, silly. What kind of tree does anything proactively? Leave those tasks to the Redclaws, Larry, or those Ents. We got more important things to focus on here in the sect."

Stella grunted in agreement and then clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention, "Alright, we are getting off-topic. Let's focus. Meeting with the merchants is within an hour... right?"

Elder Margret nodded, "At the White Stone Palace."

"Okay, and we have everything ready?" Stella asked.

Elder Margret strode over to a nearby stone table, and with a flash of silver light from her ring, the table was decorated with many labeled porcelain pill bottles.

"Florist's Touch, Enlightenment, Neural Root, and Deep Meditation." Elder Margret said as she pointed to each group of bottles in turn. We have a set of thirty bottles of eleven pills for each pill type."

"Why eleven pills per bottle?" Stella wondered.

"An idea the Patriarch gave me. He said the extra pill could either be given free for customers to try or used in marketing to make our pill bottles more appealing as all our competitors only provide ten per bottle."

Stella had never heard Ash speak so passionately about something. Since when were demonic trees so business-savvy?

"The Patriarch is right..." Elder Margret blinked as if taken aback but regained her composure, "We also have a few other products to show the Merchants, don't we?"

Stella let out an exhausted sigh as her spatial ring flashed, and two small piles of pills appeared on the stone table. "I thought I wanted to handle creating these as they involved Ash's truffles, but I will show you the recipe so you can pass it on to the rogues. You will just have to come by occasionally to pick up a batch of truffles."

"Sure," Elder Margret waved her off, "I have to do that anyway for the fruit."

"That's a relief. Trying to make these while also creating the cursed sap pill was straining, to say the least." Stella leaned on the table and looked at the two piles, "Anyway, as we already discussed, these are the Spirit Root Improvement and Heart Demon Expelling pills. Each one is made from a fourth of a truffle, so they will still have a punchy effect but not enough to start a war over. Did you bring the boxes?"

"Had them custom-made and picked them up this morning," Elder Margret waved her hand, and a tower of palm-sized ornate wooden boxes appeared on either side of Stella.

Picking one off the top, Stella carefully opened the lid attached to small metal hinges and enjoyed the fresh wood and paint smell. Inside the box was a silk cushion with a perfect indent for a single pill.

Stella placed one of the Heart Demon Expelling pills inside and smiled at how prestigious a pill she had made in minutes from the free ingredients provided by Ash looked.

"Pretty great presentation, right?" Elder Margret said, and Stella nodded.

"But that's not all," Elder Margret's ring flashed, and a crystal clear glass jar that fit neatly in her palm appeared. Contained within was a pinkish cream.

"Indeed it is, Patriarch," Elder Margret replied as she looked up at the ceiling, "I used the truffle you gave me and had it boiled in water and then mixed into a herbal paste. That one truffle resulted in a hundred of these, and we tested it and noticed significant results."

"Agh, that truffle was for you!" Stella grumbled as she summoned another one and placed it firmly on the stone table before her, "Use this one for yourself, okay? If you need truffles for pill production, just ask."

Elder Margret seemed hesitant to take the truffle but eventually smiled, "Thank you. I will be sure to use it."

Happy with Elder Margret's answer, Stella continued placing the pills made from truffles in the ornate boxes. A few peaceful moments passed between them, with only the sound of wooden boxes being opened and snapped closed, filling the cavern.

"Do you think there will be any issues?"

Stella glanced up to see Elder Margret's concerned expression.

"That's what we have these for," Stella tapped the wooden boxes that contained the cursed sap pill she had developed over the last few days. Each box was paired with a porcelain bottle containing poison-resistant pills made with Ash's fruit.

"Will those really work?" Elder Margret seemed restless, "Have you found time to test them?"

Stella shrugged, "I know for sure the poison parts of it work, and I made sure to add the paralyzing and mental anguish effects to the cursed sap to ensure it has time to take root in their souls. If all of that fails, three very angry merchants will return here for answers. Actually, scratch that. They will be returning here angry no matter what. Just hopefully a few stages weaker than usual and more open to reciting an oath of loyalty to the Ashfallen sect in exchange for a cure."

"A cure you don't have..." Elder Margret sighed.

Stella waved her off, "They don't need to know that."

"Oh, I was wondering why the mountain felt so full of spatial Qi today," Stella noted as she looked around at the roots of the cavern's ceiling pulsing with spatial Qi.

Stella's eyes widened a little, which earned her another concerned glance from Elder Margret.

Shaking her head at the ridiculousness, she snapped closed the final box and realized she had completed the preparations. Everything was packaged up and ready to present to the Merchants.

It was finally time to face the meeting she had dreaded for the entire week.

"Guess it's time to get ready and become Roselyn," Stella waved her hand and collected everything on the table inside her ring.

***

Nox tapped her foot on the lush grass with impatience as she glanced around at the endless rolling meadows of the wilderness. Moments ago, there had been a giant tear through space that was their entrance to the rift, but now it was nowhere to be seen. Rifts were fickle like that, popping in and out of existence as the realms of creation slowly moved past one another.

"If you keep fidgeting, you will distract Hammond."

Nox tilted her head at Lucius, who had made the snide remark. The tall man with a darker complexion and mellow brown eyes was busy wiping away the foul-smelling blood from his artifact armor that had apparently once been his father's with a ragged cloth. The armor had clearly been heavily used, with chips and scratches across its metallic surface. Nox had always found the armor an eyesore, but its reflective and polished surface was useful for amplifying his light Qi.

"What's the big deal anyway," Lucius hissed back, "She's just some woman with connections to the Redclaws and a habit for defying the Skyrends. What's so special about her to warrant even half a day of our time?"

They exchanged a knowing look, and both snorted.

"As if," Lucius shook his head as he summoned a pristine white cloak and clipped it onto his shoulders, "Just another hopeful alchemist that thinks they have something special."

"Yeah..."

"So..." Lucius narrowed his eyes at her, "What is the real reason you're so impatient to meet her? Something else about her catch your eye? Or perhaps something she has?"

"You could say that," Nox looked away and smirked.

"Oh?" Lucius licked his lips, "And what would that be?"

"Now you really got me curious," Lucius leaned in so close his voice tickled her ear, "What has caught your devilish eye, Nox?"

Nox was about to push Lucius aside but was saved by a thunderclap and a rush of air.

"Come on, you bastards," Hammond cursed as he got up and stood before a pathway through reality with a distorted view of a pristine white palace. "And remember, half of anything we buy goes to me. This spatial formation has set me back a month of cultivation."

"Fine," Lucius and Nox agreed without issue.

And with that, they stepped through. Once in the courtyard strangely filled with crimson-haired youths cultivating, a mortal maid directed them through the doorway.

The trio followed the terrified maid through the hallways. Nox noted that the white walls became more barren of decorations the deeper they went until it got so bare and devoid of people that she was convinced this part of the palace was utterly deserted.

"There are three in the room up ahead," Hammond whispered, "And a strange, ominous presence throughout the mountain that's blocking my spatial perception."

"Keep your eyes peeled," Nox whispered back, "This place reeks of a trap."

Hammond gave a slight nod as the mortal maid opened the door, and Nox came face to face with an annoyed woman with blonde hair and crazed pink eyes. A piece of black cloth obscured her mouth, and the clothing and tattoos were a nice touch, but Nox could see past it all.

"You're late," Roselyn gestured to the three seats across from her, "Come take a seat, let's not waste any more time."