In the Insect-n’s understanding, Talents only seed to exist in Soul Beasts with C Talent or higher.
He and Teacher Fang had both awakened different Talents upon breaking through to Tier One Spiritual Power. ’Does this an... humans are a more advanced race than the Insect-n?’
Furthermore, Talents automatically grew stronger as one’s Spiritual Power increased.
Take his own Spiritual Surge Talent for example. At the peak of Tier One, it could already boost an Extraordinary Level Egg Pancake by about two minor sub-ranks.
It also had a significant boosting effect on Yin Yi.
Compared to Spiritual Surge, the Botanist Talent was more support-oriented, but being support-oriented didn’t an it wasn’t powerful.
’Co to think of it, this Talent really suits Teacher Fang. Given his peculiar personality, even a private talk with Dean Wu probably wouldn’t change his mind. If he can identify harmful factors within plants, it would undoubtedly reduce his risk of running into danger during experints.’
Han Ning’s thoughts raced, and he asked curiously,
"What about potions? Can you sense whether an Insect-man potion, made by mixing a dozen or so plant juices together through various thods, is harmful or beneficial?"
A single plant might be harmless, but mixing several non-toxic plants together could very well produce toxic substances, just like taking cephalosporins with alcohol.
"As long as the potion is made purely from plants, I can tell. But if it’s mixed with the body tissues of other types of creatures, I can’t identify them."
Teacher Fang explained,
"That’s why I specified plant-type Soul Beasts, not Wood Type Soul Beasts. My Talent only works on plants. If it were a flesh-and-blood Soul Beast that controlled the Wood Elent, I wouldn’t be able to sense its intentions, good or bad."
After hearing Teacher Fang’s introduction to the Botanist Talent, the slightly stiff expression on Dean Wu’s face relaxed a little. He also understood how special this Talent was for Teacher Fang.
Dean Wu opened his mouth, but in the end, still asked in a concerned tone, "Do you feel anything unusual with your body right now?"
"After I took the potion, my head felt heavy, like a hangover. But once my Spiritual Power broke through to Tier One, the side effects disappeared. I don’t feel anything noticeably wrong right now."
Teacher Fang turned his head to look at the dark curtain of rain outside the window.
"Compared to the side effects, the boost from Tier One Spiritual Power is truly... beyond my expectations. No wonder a kid like you, Han Ning, can see through hundreds of ters of white fog."
He looked away from the window and handed the test tube in his hand to Han Ning.
"Your physical constitution and Spiritual Power are both far superior to mine. This Weakened Concentration Liquid should have basically no side effects for you. Try it and see if it can boost your Spiritual Power."
At that mont, Dean Wu, who was standing to the side, cleared his throat and couldn’t help but add, "Han Ning, my original intention for calling you over wasn’t to test this..."
"I understand."
Han Ning understood. Given Dean Wu’s personality, he would never let a student take a potion that was still in the experintal phase. It was just... a bit of a coincidence.
However, seeing that Teacher Fang really didn’t show any adverse effects, Dean Wu also relaxed considerably and didn’t stop Han Ning from taking it.
The grayish-white liquid in the test tube looked like sesa paste. Under the white, energy-saving light, a faint starlight seed to flow within it.
Instead of using his panel to absorb the Spiritual Energy from the test tube, Han Ning uncorked it and drank the liquid in one gulp.
A cool sensation flowed down his throat and into his esophagus. Before it even reached his stomach, it broke down into tiny molecules and entered his bloodstream.
The next second, Han Ning felt a slight headache, but the feeling vanished instantly, replaced by a faint coolness spreading through his brain.
On his panel, his Spiritual Power ticked up by about 0.2.
For him, the side effects of the Weakened Concentration Liquid were completely negligible.
0.2...
He closed his eyes and sensed it for a mont before opening them again. Looking at the two n staring at him with serious expressions, he said, "Teacher Fang, do you have any more? I feel like... I’m about to break through."
"Break through?!"
Hearing this, delighted expressions appeared on both of their faces.
As the academy’s strongest combatant, a breakthrough in Han Ning’s Spiritual Power ant that the entire academy’s strength could be raised to another level.
Teacher Fang pulled open the refrigerator door, took out the remaining eight test tubes, placed them in a rack, and handed it to Han Ning. "We still have a decent supply of raw materials for the Weakened Concentration Liquid. If this isn’t enough, just let know."
Under their astonished gazes, Han Ning picked up the test tubes one by one, right in front of them, and tilted his head back to pour the liquid into his mouth.
This ti, he didn’t let his body absorb it. Instead, while the liquid was still in his mouth, he had the panel absorb all the Spiritual Energy within it.
[Spiritual Energy 1.6]
[Spiritual Energy 1.7]
[Spiritual Energy 1.5]
...
The eight vials of Weakened Concentration Liquid yielded a total of 12 points of Spiritual Energy.
Han Ning compared the semi-finished "Concentration Liquid" from the Cyan Moth Tribe’s Insect Servant with the Weakened version he now held.
One vial of the weakened version only required one-fifth of the original materials but provided about one-third of the Spiritual Energy. This showed that after the improvents made by the academy’s teachers, the Weakened Concentration Liquid was actually more efficient.
The teachers had used modern scientific knowledge to optimize the primitive formulation, and the results from the finished product were gratifying.
Of course, this was the result of the system absorbing the energy completely. For anyone else, the effect would be significantly reduced.
He converted all of it into Attribute Points and added them to his panel.
Spiritual Power Level: Tier One (92%→96%)
A cool sensation spread through his brain, but his Spiritual Power was still so distance away from breaking through to Tier Two.
’Only 4% from eight vials... It really is a weakened version,’ Han Ning blinked, feeling a little unsatisfied.
"How is it?"
Dean Wu and Teacher Fang watched the young student before them and asked in unison.
"I’m still a little short... I think I’ll need about another twenty vials," Han Ning replied, frowning.
He had deliberately asked for a little more, just to be safe.
Teacher Fang picked up the walkie-talkie on the desk and said,
"Twenty vials... that’s not too many. Wait here for a bit. I’ll have Zheng Nan’s side hurry up and make another batch. We’ll try to get you to break through to Tier Two before evening."
"Twenty vials... isn’t considered a lot? How much inventory do you have right now?" Han Ning asked, slightly surprised.
Teacher Fang explained,
"It’s manageable. With the academy’s current inventory, we can produce about 100 vials in total. We have a relatively sufficient stock of the main ingredients, Concentration Insects and Soul Nourishing Grass. Didn’t you provide over 30 stalks of Soul Nourishing Grass before? One stalk can make three vials of the potion."
"However, we’ve only mastered how to make the Weakened Concentration Liquid for now. Making the more effective Concentration Liquid isn’t as simple as just increasing the concentration. It involves a series of strict material ratios, so... we can’t provide you with a more potent Spiritual Potion at the mont."
"The weakened version is already great."
Han Ning didn’t really care whether it was the weakened or a stronger version. He had his panel, which could absorb 100% of the energy inside.
The Weakened Concentration Liquid wasn’t produced in this simple lab, but in a laboratory in the biological engineering academic building.
That laboratory still contained a lot of important equipnt that couldn’t be moved. A few of the labs were on the top floor and hadn’t been affected by the great flood back then.
"Zheng Nan, are you there?" Teacher Fang pressed the button and spoke into the walkie-talkie.
After a mont, Teacher Zheng’s pleasant voice ca through the walkie-talkie. "What is it?"
"Could you please make 20 vials of Weakened Concentration Liquid imdiately? We have a need for it over here. The Dean is with . Do you need to hear his opinion?"
"No, no need to disturb the Dean. Twenty vials? Who are they for?!"
Teacher Zheng’s tone beca a little tense as she said this.
"Ah Ming... you’re not... Those potions haven’t gone through clinical trials yet. Don’t do anything foolish."
’Ah Ming? That na...’
Han Ning’s eyes darted around.
Before he could think too much about it, Teacher Fang explained,
"They’re for Han Ning. His Spiritual Power is about to break through to Tier Two. The potion’s safety has already been confird. I’ll explain more later."
"Tier Two... Okay, I understand. We’ll start making them right away."
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