They all saw the light of the fire in the master’s hand projecting onto the ground, casting various strange shapes on it!
Initially, the projection was a blur.
Gradually, it projected a series of connecting hexagons.
Later, it could project irregular circles and ovals.
Then, it even projected strange double helices.
After that, the shadows it projected were even more bizarre, transforming into so strange geotric configurations and vague light and shadow clouds!
What are these?
They couldn’t comprehend it at all; after all, they were just foxes.
But... the master has been working on it for a long ti.
Black Star tilted his head, pondered for a mont, then "swooshed" back to the car, brought the master a pot of honey green tea, and a box of taro pastry, placing it beside him. If the master got hungry, he could eat anyti!
...
A fierce wind howled past, blowing from Fox Mountain to the vast dicinal fields, and then from the fields to the endless grassland.
Bai Mo’s clothes were blown tightly against his body, but he sat cross-legged, paying it no mind at all.
His Pill Fire and Divine Sense operated at high speed, already adjusted, able to project the molecular structure inside the Purple Earth Dragon!
The problem was, inside the Purple Earth Dragon, there were just too many types of molecules!
At this mont, his brain also operated at high speed, morizing these molecules one by one, analyzing their configurations, dissecting biochemical principles, scrutinizing their changes!
He was completely certain that this thod of simulating cryo-electron microscopy with Pill Fire and Divine Sense was entirely feasible; it could even be a brand new branch of the Alchemy Path, with imnse potential!
Solving the secret of the Withered Grass Revives was no longer an issue!
"Ying ying ying!"
Beside him, Black Star, holding a teapot, poured the last drop of honey green tea into his mouth.
"Ow ow ow!"
Next to him, Overalls, holding a box, swallowed the last bite of taro pastry.
There was no other choice... The master never ate, and the honey green tea was about to go stale, and the taro pastry would soon beco soggy.
Brush...
The car stopped.
It was Big Nose, holding a thermal box with two paws, rushing down from the car.
"Ow ow ow!"
Today’s lunch at the cafeteria was wormgrass with la pi, and he brought a full thermal box, enough for them and the master to eat.
...
West State City, deep in the night.
The Immortal Grass Building’s lights remained on, but most people had gone, leaving only Professor Zhang in the far corner of the first-floor Alchemy Operation Room, hunched over his computer, typing away.
"This really is a race against ti!"
He rubbed his tired eyes, smiling bitterly.
Recently, the Committee was rapidly advancing technology to Sequence Seven, and a large number of promising committee mbers were arranged for technological promotion.
The promotion project group was still very lively at this ti.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one burning the midnight oil!
Clicking on the group, he saw soone complaining.
[Choosing technological advancent, does it an the Immortal Cultivation path is cut off?]
[Without technological advancent, you couldn’t even reach Sequence Seven. Technological advancent is already helping you reach a height that doesn’t belong to you.]
[Hahaha, I’ve heard that the modern Alchemy Path is actually broken!]
[Of the ten cultivation practices in Sequence Seven of the Alchemy Path, so are weird, so bizarre, but among them, one is simply impossible in this day and age!]
[Thinking about it, even the West State boss behind the scenes is like us, facing a dead end, doesn’t that make you feel more balanced?]
[Hahahahaha]
Professor Zhang, however, couldn’t laugh.
Throughout the journey, he had received quite a bit of help from that person.
Regardless, he wished that person could keep ascending.
Even though he knew, the talk of a dead end... is indeed true.
"Sigh..."
Soone else posted a ssage in the group.
[I got intel, in the Dark World, four Soup n are advancing to Firen tonight.]
[They belong to different Ancient Immortals, their Sequence Eight cultivation is complete, and the materials are ready; tonight they sleep with the herbs.]
[By tomorrow morning, we will probably have four more Firen among our enemies, right?]
The group fell silent.
Since the Ancient Immortals unified and started exchanging resources, the enemies’ advancent speed had accelerated!
Professor Zhang smiled bitterly, closed the group chat, opened a docunt, and continued working overti!
Emo is useless, facing stronger enemies, effort is the right path!
Suddenly, a new ssage popped up in the group.
Soone shared a post, four new small accounts registered on the Immortal Discussion Forum, each posting a sentence.
[Brothers, I’m off to dream, saying it in advance, cheers!]
[Cheers!]
[Cheers!]
[Cheers!]
Four small accounts, four cheers.
Arrogant and rampant!
Professor Zhang chuckled, a wish sprouting in his heart, "If these four could end up like Gao Shou, that would be great!"
But he also understood, that was impossible.
...
When Bai Mo finally extinguished the Pill Fire in his palm and lifted his head, he saw that dusk had already fallen on the dicinal field.
The three fox disciples, beside him, craned their necks, full of anticipation.
Bai Mo grinned.
"It’s done!
"Go to the car and get the dicine box."
The dicine box contained so common materials, mostly Sequence Eight, a few Sequence Seven, all relatively standard, not too rare.
Then Bai Mo sat in the dusk, in front of the Purple Earth Dragon Grass field, lit the Pill Fire with one hand, refining several common herbs into a ball of light yellow dicinal soup, and then dripped this soup onto the ground’s Purple Earth Dragon Root System.
Pop!
A large pool of dicinal soup engulfed the Purple Earth Dragon Root System.
Then the root system, as if coming to life, began to quiver swiftly, its purple skin rapidly absorbing the light yellow dicinal soup! Before long, it absorbed the entire pool of dicinal soup, becoming a bit thicker!
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