In the bright and clean eting room.
Students discussed in groups, sotis scribbling figures, occasionally chatting casually.
"By the way, what exactly are we calculating?"
"No idea."
Yang Zhan knew so inside details but rely smiled without speaking.
Teacher Chen knew a bit of the truth too but pretended not to know.
So students whispered secretly.
"Did you notice Bai Mo’s high attendance rate these days?"
"Yeah, he used to skip classes a lot."
"This internship doesn’t an much to him, does it? Why is he here every day?"
Bai Mo leaned against the chair, holding Bai Taiyang.
Thinking that this internship was indeed very significant!
It concerned whether Professor Zhang could successfully advance, linked to his Alchemist’s Fire!
This advancent required no planting or alchemy, just being a babysitter, an incredible cost-effectiveness.
He had to be here every day to prevent any accidents.
Like this dicine thief at the mont!
With a thought, he went to Fox Mountain.
"White Claw, hold the sword for the mission!"
...
In the pitch-dark warehouse.
The dicine thief wearing a stocking on her head moved Lu Yang and Xiaowang to the corner, adjusting their heads to ensure they could breathe properly.
The stocking head, with a large bump at the back... was indeed her high ponytail.
No doubt, this dicine thief was the Holy Land inheritor, Huang Sitong!
At this mont, she was all tied up in this warehouse, feeling particularly uncomfortable.
"Master, do we really need to steal dicine?"
Putting aside her personality, she wasn’t vile enough to be a thief!
The voice of the Ancient Immortal echoed in her mind.
"Stop the nonsense, don’t hesitate!
"Go, find Celestial Bright Grass, Triangular Rhombus, Seven-leaf Osmanthus, Snake Pattern Pepper, Thumb-sized Living Bead."
These were the dicinal herbs she lacked for brewing Fire Consciousness Soup.
That day, causing havoc at the laboratory building, she spent a whole day on one topic and failed to solve it. However, the dicine-Seeking Rat on her neck surprisingly discovered that this building had a full array of herbs needed for the Fire Consciousness Soup!
She furrowed her brows, following the scent, searching for these herbs in the dark.
The voice of the Ancient Immortal Master again sounded in her mind.
"Be quick, don’t dawdle!
"You are the Holy Land inheritor, you are the hope of the Human Race. Only after your advancent will there be a chance to save the Human Race.
"Most other people are Puppet to the Fallen Immortal, whether advancing is good or bad is uncertain!
"You are stealing for the hope of the Human Race!
"Hurry!"
Huang Sitong felt her heart pounding, her hands and feet shaking!
She feared Lu Yang and Xiaowang waking up early, also feared soone entering the warehouse from outside, in this darkness, she could already hear her heartbeat!
The cultivator’s eyes slowly adapted to the dark, seeing certain things to so extent.
She searched by sight and sll, finding the cabinet storing Celestial Bright Grass. The cabinet door opened, revealing nearly a dozen layers inside. Each layer held several Celestial Bright Grass.
"Brewing Fire Consciousness Soup requires two hundred..."
She quickly counted, taking more than half of the Celestial Bright Grass, storing them in her dream realm.
Just about to leave when the voice of the Ancient Immortal sounded in her mind again.
"Take it all, don’t leave any!
"Two hundred is not enough!
"These herbs are of inferior quality, by Yaochi Holy Land’s standards, few are moderate, most are inferior. Using them in alchemy has a high failure rate, it’s very risky, so take them all as a precaution!"
Huang Sitong was stunned.
"But if I take them all, Professor Zhang’s advancent..."
The voice of the Ancient Immortal Master’s was even more harsh!
"Why care about him?
"You are the Holy Land Inheritor, you are the hope of the Human Race.
"You and he are worlds apart; your advancent is more valuable than his!
"Take it!"
Huang Sitong felt anxious, fearful, guilty, shaking as she took the remaining Celestial Bright Grass.
Following the scent, she opened the next cabinet.
Inside this cabinet were hundreds of Seven-leaf Osmanthus.
Also of very low quality!
The fragrance was very faint, with many mixed odors, sour and bitter!
The voice of the Ancient Immortal harshly declared in her mind.
"Doesn’t matter if they’re trash or not, trash is better than nothing, take them all first!"
...
In the eting room of the adjacent adjacent room.
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
Indeed, Professor Zhang’s herbs were of inferior quality.
These were gathered bit by bit, through the efforts of all mbers of the Immortal Technique Committee, stolen from dreams. They were the garbage the Ancient Immortals didn’t care about.
In terms of efficacy, they were probably comparable to the hastily matured ones he used back then.
A batch of dicinal soup involves hundreds of herbs. For each type of herb, hundreds of pieces are needed.
Every high-quality herb can increase the success rate of brewing.
Every inferior herb can decrease the success rate of brewing.
"I do not mind using diocre herbs. Regardless of their quality, I can understand the subtle differences in their properties, my knowledge is enough to manage them.
"But now Professor Zhang... His grasp of knowledge isn’t that good, he still needs better herbs for a higher chance of success.
"Luckily, the person to help him increase the success rate has arrived!"
...
After stealing the Celestial Bright Grass and Seven-leaf Osmanthus, Huang Sitong felt calr.
Though there was still a sense of guilt, she was no longer as nervous.
Slling the scent of dicine in the warehouse again, a sense of greed began to arise in her heart!
"It would be nice to take them all."
Thinking this, she reached out, following the scent, opening the third cabinet door, suddenly sensing sothing amiss?
Inside the cabinet door, in the darkness, a sword glimred with vibrant multicolored dicinal aura like fire, pointing at her throat!
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