Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1955 - 1956: Did We Fail?

Moran stared at this guy with her mouth agape.

This fellow acted like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water a mont ago, but now he's being as obedient as a little rabbit.

Moran stared at Yang Fei for a full three seconds before turning her gaze away, chuckling softly.

"I finally understand, when talking to soone like you, just talk about money."

Yang Fei grinned cheekily, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest.

"Let's not talk about money; talking about money is hard on relationships."

"See if there's anything in this lab you need for, don't hesitate."

"We can be considered old friends, right? Friends should help each other."

Moran unceremoniously exposed Yang Fei's true nature.

"Who said I'm friends with a fatso like you?"

"Taking you out, people might think I'm dragging a barrel along."

Yang Fei, struggling not to cry, looked at Moran with grievance.

"Isn't this your doing?"

Moran snorted, turning away.

"No need for nonsense, since you're willing to help in the lab, I won't chase you for money."

At this, Moran tossed out a piece of paper and a pen.

"However, if you want to refine Kunlun fruit for you, you'll still need to write an IOU."

This ti, without hesitation, Yang Fei wrote an IOU for 6 million, signed it, and handed it to Moran.

Moran received the IOU with satisfaction, while Yang Fei was internally delighted.

Moran was completely oblivious.

Yang Fei signed the IOU with the na 'Guo Jing'.

For IOUs like this, even if he were to write a thousand of them, Yang Fei wouldn't refuse.

Once Yang Fei finished writing the IOU, Moran pointed a finger.

"The auxiliary materials for the Kunlun fruit are ready."

"Since you've agreed, let's begin refining the Kunlun fruit."

At this, Moran sighed regretfully.

"Your Kunlun fruit is top-grade and could originally refine a third-level gene fluid."

"But I haven't practiced the fire system martial arts heart thod, and can't provide the spiritual fire, so I can only refine second-level gene fluid."

Yang Fei keenly caught the implication in Moran's words, his mind stirring.

"What's spiritual fire?"

Moran, without turning back, started fiddling with strange instrunts. The process of refining gene fluid requires professional techniques, and among these, heating is most crucial.

Many cells only divide rapidly when heated, and then dissolve and combine with each other to form new genes.

At so point, gene modulation masters discovered that heating with spiritual fire often promotes the quality of gene fluids.

In legends, gene fluids above level ten can only be modulated with spiritual fire, though no one knows if the legend is true.

Moran said this and shook her head. Why am I telling you this, how could you have spiritual fire?

Yang Fei chuckled, snapped his fingers, and activated Phoenix Extre within him.

A bright yellow fla appeared between Yang Fei's fingers, no taller than an inch, emanating unparalleled vitality.

Moran's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Yang Fei.

"Is that spiritual fire? What cultivation technique have you practiced?"

Yang Fei smugly looked at Moran.

"Never mind what cultivation technique I've practiced, just tell , is this spiritual fire?"

Moran rushed over, nervously observing the fla on Yang Fei's fingertips, intensely sensing its vitality.

Moran appeared extrely tense, eyes fixed without blinking.

"She seed to want to grasp the fla, but her hands stopped two or three inches from the Phoenix Mysterious Fire."

Gradually, Moran's eyes filled with boundless fervor, softly murmuring.

"Heavens, I'm not mistaken, this is legendary spiritual fire, top-tier spiritual fire."

Yang Fei didn't wait for her to finish. He withdrew the Phoenix Mysterious Fire.

The fla flickered between Yang Fei's fingers and then disappeared.

Moran was startled, grabbing Yang Fei's hand.

"Be honest, is this fla really top-grade spiritual fire?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, looking earnestly at Moran.

"Never mind if it's top-grade spiritual fire, just know Fatty Master has exceptional skills."

Moran eagerly looked at Yang Fei.

"Great, I have several gene fluid modulation experints."

"They've all been stalled due to lack of spiritual fire."

"This ti, you must help complete these experints."

Yang Fei snapped his fingers, arrogantly saying, "No problem."

Moran was instantly delighted, but then heard Yang Fei lazily utter.

"Only, using spiritual fire each ti exhausts a lot of my Essence Qi."

"So these gene fluids also include my share."

Moran decisively agreed.

"After deducting the portion submitted to the academy, we'll split the rest equally."

Yang Fei was overjoyed.

The worth of these gene fluids is remarkable.

Even the most ordinary gene fluid can match a treasure like the Kunlun fruit.

Yang Fei perked up, "Alright then, let's start the trial."

Moran's gaze towards Yang Fei now filled with respect, no longer full of disdain like before.

Half an hour later, Moran carefully opened the gene modulator's chamber.

She eagerly took out its contents.

A rectangular box filled with half a box of jelly-like substance.

These are the Kunlun fruit gene fluids.

After condensing, they transford into this semi-transparent jelly form.

Yang Fei extinguished the Phoenix Mysterious Fire, stopping the heating of the gene modulator, and dashed over.

Seeing the jelly-like substance, Yang Fei was dumbfounded.

"Is this Kunlun fruit gene fluid?"

At this, Yang Fei suddenly noticed.

On the surface of the gene fluid, black tentacle-like things had grown, hairy and very unsightly.

Yang Fei jumped in fright.

"Damn, did it fail?"

Moran said nothing.

She stared dumbly at the contents of the box, disappointnt filling her eyes.

Yang Fei was intimidated by Moran's look, cautiously observing her.

"What happened? Did we succeed or not?"

Moran suddenly exploded, grabbing Yang Fei's ear, anger sparking in her eyes.

"Did you really cultivate spiritual fire? What is that bright yellow fla?"

Yang Fei couldn't care less about this lass and brusquely flung her hand away.

"Did we succeed or not?"

"This Kunlun fruit was hard to co by, if you wasted it, I'm not done with you."

Moran coldly laughed.

"The gene fluid was initially successful, but blown apart by your damned spiritual fire during heating."

At this, Moran's gaze grew even colder.

"Be honest, is your spiritual fire authentic or a magic trick?"

Yang Fei spat and shook off her hand.

"You can't refine Kunlun fruit gene fluid, just say so, I'm not forcing you."

"But you, this ignorant girl, wasted my Kunlun fruit, can you even say that?"

"Wasting, my ass, it was all your spiritual fire's fault, this account is yours to settle."

Moran cursed vehently, growing angrier the more she thought.

The quarrel between both grew, nearly resorting to a scuffle.

At that mont, Sam suddenly pushed open the door and walked in with a smile.