Sitting in the office chair, Bai Mo settled into a comfortable position, cradling the Black Earrings in his arms, and began browsing the expert database.
"Since it’s been proven that modern technology and ancient immortal techniques can converge, perhaps I can find a way to make withered grass revive through modern technology?"
Coincidentally, this expert database contains the most cutting-edge and advanced academic achievents across all categories and disciplines of modern civilization, allowing Bai Mo to browse freely.
"Shall I have a look at group theory first?"
He opened the mathematics subject tag and started looking for what he needed.
...
The rain pattered continuously outside the window, falling without end.
By the afternoon, it still hadn’t stopped.
Bai Mo sat behind his office desk, full and content, sipping hot tea, watching the computer, and continued reading the materials.
The Black Earrings, having eaten its fill, now lay sprawled flat on the office table like a large pancake, tilting its head as it slept.
Fang Xiaoyu, on the other hand, had her headphones on, chatting happily with Su Yaoyao, occasionally glancing at Bai Mo with a mischievous smile.
Bai Mo closed a docunt, frowning slightly.
"These papers, there’s quite a lot of fluff..."
Just as he was feeling frustrated, his spiritual sense was triggered; it was Poison Master Wang E, conducting today’s offering.
He reclined in the chair and his vision shifted to Wang E’s side.
On Wang E’s notebook, new Sequence Seven characters were written.
"Oh?
"Another attempt at the withered grass revival plan.
"Still... not of much use."
Wang E’s pen continued to write without pause on the notebook.
"Recently, I received dicinal herbs from many different ancient immortals, including five hundred pounds of Lake Bottom Fish Scale Grass, currently being drenched in rain on the Celestial Platform..."
Lake Bottom Fish Scale Grass?
This is an ingredient in the Fire Consciousness Soup recipe; each batch of Fire Consciousness Soup requires fifty pounds of Lake Bottom Fish Scale Grass.
"Five hundred pounds ans...
"To cultivate ten Sequence Sevens?"
...
In the brightly lit office, a half-bottle of Lafite Wine sat on the table.
Wang E sat in a leather office chair, "swish, swish, swish," writing, showing what he wrote to the eyeball that had grown out of his finger.
Suddenly, soone knocked at the office door.
"Manager Wang?"
Currently, he had been demoted to manager in the Dark World, only handling various herbs and dicines, no longer involved in strategic affairs.
"Co in."
The eyeball on his finger retracted back into his fingernail, returning to a seed form.
The visitor put down a giant iron box on the floor.
"This is a box of Celestial Scale Fruits sent by an ancient immortal under White’s command.
"See how you want to handle and store them."
Wang E nodded and gestured for the person to leave.
Bang!
The office door closed. Wang E stood up, walked over to the box, bent down, and opened it. Inside, the Celestial Scale Fruits were plump and perfect, all top-grade!
"The ancient immortals are connecting, starting to trade resources.
"Individual ancient immortals have limited resources, but combined, they can at least gather enough materials to promote Sequence Seven."
Wang E frowned, feeling imnse pressure.
These days are not like the past; he is no longer a high-ranking executive in the Dark World but an undercover sent here by the West State’s behind-the-scenes boss.
He works for a different boss now.
He looked at this box of Celestial Scale Fruits, feeling the pressure for his boss surging high.
"Perhaps, I should tamper with these herbs a bit?"
After pondering for a mont, he shook his head.
"With my skill level, if an ancient immortal exposed , wouldn’t I be barbecued?"
He imdiately sat back behind the office desk, continuing to report this matter to his boss.
...
In the office, Bai Mo frowned.
"These... the ancient immortals united, trading resources, stacking into Sequence Sevens?
"No wonder the atmosphere’s been off lately...
"No wonder the Committee is in a hurry, trying to expedite a batch of Sequence Sevens through technology.
"If the Sequence Sevens from the Dark World outnumber those of the Committee, wouldn’t society go haywire?"
"This... won’t do."
After contemplating for a mont, Bai Mo glanced at the rain outside and, with a thought guided by his divine sense, issued an order to Fox Mountain.
...
Black clouds gathered, dropping raindrops.
Above the clouds, the blue sky and high sun remained visible.
Whoosh...
The Fire Toad Balloon zood through the turbulence in the high altitude, racing fiercely beneath the sunlight!
Big Flower Arm sat on the back of the balloon, the fox’s fur blowing backward, and the fox’s tail fluttering in the wind.
"Whee whee whee!"
For the first ti on the back of the Fire Toad Balloon, experiencing high-altitude flight for the first ti, it was very excited, ready to brag to the fellow apprentices when they returned to the dormitory hall!
It was strapped with vine seatbelts.
Holding a dicine bottle in its paw.
Its ears stood up, being tossed by the wind, listening to the surging sound of the wind.
Not knowing how much ti had passed, nor where the Fire Toad Balloon had flown to, it finally heard the master’s voice by its ear.
"Splash the potion down to the right."
It tilted its head, looked at its left paw, then its right paw, confirming where the right side was.
Passed the dicine bottle to its right paw, twisted off the bottle cap with its left paw, and with a swing of the right paw, splashed the potion out!
Whoosh...
Big Flower Arm proudly subrged in the white mist heading toward Fox Mountain.
And the small bottle of potion splashed out instantly vaporized in the high-altitude turbulence, dissipating without a trace.
Only a small amount of potion, at a very low concentration, polluted the dark clouds below.
Even less potion, at an even lower concentration, mixed into the rainwater, falling from the sky, descending toward the ground.
Only a few raindrops, with even less dicinal power, fell upon an inconspicuous small building, onto the rooftop celestial platform, onto the Lake Bottom Fish Scale Grass being drenched in the rain.
Next to it, two guards dressed in black, wearing raincoats, stood like Tie Ta, motionless in the wind and rain, staring hard at the Fish Scale Grass spread out on the celestial platform to prevent any mishaps.
As for the rainwater falling from the sky, landing on the Fish Scale Grass, landing on their raincoats, landing on their faces and noses. They felt it was perfectly normal, unable to detect anything.
...
Inside the dilapidated Bronze Hall.
Poison Master Wang E stood aside, obediently waiting.
dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal sat in a chair, using Divine Sense to examine the more than a hundred kinds of dicine brought from the current world.
On the ground, various dicinal materials were spread out, including Celestial Scale Fruit, Lake Bottom Fish Scale Grass, Celestial Bright Grass, Harlan Zhongli...
The Ancient Immortal’s Divine Sense swept over like a breeze, brushing past each kind of dicinal material, causing them to sway slightly.
Wang E’s expression remained calm, but internally he was worried, feeling uneasy... did the boss tamper with these dicinal materials after all?
If tampered with and the Ancient Immortal discovers it, wouldn’t he be finished?
Hopefully, the boss has considered this and held back a bit!
After a dozen minutes, dicine Monkey Ancient Immortal opened his eyes.
"Very good!
The materials are complete, and of good quality.
Sufficient for refining Fire Consciousness Soup for your senior brother.
Go call him up."
Wang E nodded, grinned, and ran down the mountain.
The senior brother referred to by the Ancient Immortal was nad Gao Shou.
When it ca to flattering, he could never rival Wang E, hence always digging on the earth as a supervisor.
In terms of alchemy, however, he was far superior to Wang E, already capable of refining Fire Consciousness Soup, and ready for the upgrade!
...
Under the dim sky, among the mountain ruins, Wang E saw the puppet junior apprentices digging up docunts, saw Gao Shou, who was overseeing the work.
He shouted loudly from afar.
"Old Gao, Master wants you back in the hall!
He wants you to refine Fire Consciousness Soup!"
Gao Shou, tall and thin like his na, full of joy, ran forward.
"Refine Fire Consciousness Soup?"
"Yes."
"Oh. By the way, what did you call ?"
"Old Gao..."
Gao Shou grinned, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped Wang E across the face!
Smack!
Leaving a clear handprint on Wang E’s face.
He looked at Wang E’s stunned expression, then raised his hand, pinched Wang E’s face, and grinned.
"Senior brother is teaching you in advance!
He patted Wang E’s face again, with a crisp sound.
"Once senior brother advances to Sequence Seven, my strength will be greater, hands heavier.
If I were to give you a slap then, I’m afraid you couldn’t bear it.
Hahaha!"
He then turned and left, rrily heading toward the hall.
Watching his back, Wang E spat a mouthful of bloody spittle.
"Bah!
This kind of character, if ascending to Sequence Seven, would surely be a curse in the Human World.
With Master favoring him more, my days are bound to not be as smooth."
At this mont, Wang E desperately hoped that the boss had indeed tampered with that batch of dicine, ideally enough to ruin Gao Shou, that scoundrel!
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