Chapter 072: Formulating the “Sacred” Elixir (Tenth Update—Vote Requested)

The apprentice of a peak-level Master of Potions! And his master has already begun to strive for the rank of Potion Saint! Li Xuanming’s heart surged with tumultuous waves. No wonder he didn’t care about the defect in his meridians—his master is a peak-level Master of Potions! With such a master, what is there to fear?

Li Xuanming made up his mind, pretending he had just walked out from the inner hall. “Xin Lang, you’re here! I’ve been looking for you.”

Ouyang Tianfeng saw Li Xuanming approach Xin Lang and sensibly returned to the inner hall.

Xin Lang addressed Li Xuanming, “Inspector Li, is there something you need from me?”

Li Xuanming replied, “Xin Lang, I’m here to invite you to study at our Martial Arts Academy. While I can’t waive all your boarding fees, I can help you apply for a fifty percent reduction in tuition. I hope you’ll seriously consider this offer.”

Xin Lang said, “But my meridians are defective. Can you guarantee I won’t be expelled halfway?”

Li Xuanming pondered for a moment before answering, “I can guarantee you’ll study at the academy for at least three years. Within those three years, the academy will not expel you for this reason.”

Internally, Li Xuanming thought, “First, I’ll get you, Qian Baidu, and that fat guy into the academy. I don’t believe your master won’t be able to cure your meridian defect in three years.”

Xin Lang said, “Since you’re so sincere, Inspector Li, I’ll give it serious thought…”

“Boss—” Before Xin Lang could finish, Fat Gu rushed out of the inner hall and found Xin Lang. “Boss, let’s go to the Martial Arts Academy in Xiadu, shall we?”

“Why?” Xin Lang asked, puzzled.

“Heh…” Fat Gu rubbed his plump hands together. “Ouyang Yanran is going to the Martial Arts Academy.”

Xin Lang said, “Didn’t we already know that? What’s so strange about it? Ah… Don’t tell me you’ve already succeeded?”

Fat Gu blushed. “Boss, you misunderstood. I didn’t succeed—I failed!”

“If you failed, what’s the point of going to the Martial Arts Academy?” Xin Lang rolled his eyes at Fat Gu.

“Come on! I, Gu Ge, am handsome, suave, and have never failed with the ladies! So I must win her over. But she’s about to leave for her relatives’ in Xiadu, so we have to go to the Martial Arts Academy! If I don’t win her, I’ll regret it for life and my cultivation will never progress!” Fat Gu added, “If you’re short on tuition, Boss, I’ll pay for you!”

Xin Lang shrugged. “Qian Baidu is even shorter on tuition than me.”

“That stingy guy is not my concern! Didn’t our Xuyang Academy agree to sponsor him?” Fat Gu said.

“Then you go to the Martial Arts Academy, and Qian Baidu and I will head to the War Academy!” Xin Lang grinned mischievously.

“Woo… boss, I was wrong, okay? I’ll treat you both to a feast on the first and fifteenth of every month and during every holiday, alright?” Fat Gu compromised.

“That’s more like it!” Xin Lang laughed triumphantly.

“Boss, you agree then?”

“Xin Lang, you’ve agreed?”

Fat Gu and Li Xuanming exclaimed at the same time.

Xin Lang nodded with a smile.

Li Xuanming was overjoyed, sighing inwardly, “It seems recruiting more female students really is important!”

On the third day after Xin Lang and his companions attended the banquet at the City Lord’s mansion, Ouyang Tianfeng sent Xin Lang rare and precious medicinal ingredients worth a hundred thousand gold coins.

Xin Lang claimed that his master had agreed to concoct a ‘Treasure-grade’ healing potion for Ouyang Feiyun, but the ingredients sent were still missing a few Treasure-grade materials. Xin Lang then extorted another fifty thousand gold coins as the preparation fee for the Treasure-grade potion.

The Ouyang family spared no expense to heal Ouyang Feiyun, spending nearly two hundred thousand gold coins before finally obtaining a Treasure-grade potion from Xin Lang.

Xin Lang’s potion proved highly effective—not only did Ouyang Feiyun’s injuries heal, but he was also selected by Wang Junwei to join the War Academy, so the money wasn’t wasted.

Ouyang Feiyun’s selection for the War Academy was mainly because Xin Lang, Qian Baidu, and Fat Gu all chose the Martial Arts Academy, and Ouyang Yanran also entered the Martial Arts Academy. With no one else to pick, Wang Junwei reluctantly “accepted” Ouyang Feiyun, who had accomplished nothing in the Nine Academies Tournament.

Xin Lang, Fat Gu, and Qian Baidu had received formal admission to the Martial Arts Academy in Xiadu; as long as they arrived before the end of the month, they could enroll, so they had not yet left Jiyang City.

Inside the City Lord’s mansion!

Having just recovered from his injuries, Ouyang Feiyun addressed City Lord Ouyang Tianfeng, “Uncle, I can’t swallow this humiliation. I must properly teach that Xin Lang boy a lesson.”

“Yun’er, don’t be reckless! Xin Lang’s master is a peak-level Master of Potions—not someone our Ouyang family can afford to provoke!” Ouyang Tianfeng cautioned.

“Hmph! Once we reach Xiadu, I’ll have my ways to deal with him!” Ouyang Feiyun said, his gaze cold.

“Achoo!”

While preparing a potion to nurture his meridians, Xin Lang suddenly sneezed, nearly spilling the liquid onto the floor. He wondered, “Why did I suddenly sneeze? Who could be speaking ill of me behind my back?”

He continued concocting his potion.

By now, Xin Lang had accumulated over fourteen hundred experience points. Once he healed his blocked meridians, he could attempt to advance to Master.

“If I can obtain a ‘Heaven’-grade cultivation technique at the Martial Arts Academy, I’ll be even more confident in breaking through to Master!” Xin Lang calculated inwardly.

He had extorted a large quantity of rare and treasure-grade medicinal materials from the Ouyang family. Besides preparing three types of Treasure-grade potions, the rest were all to be made into meridian-nurturing potions.

“Sigh! The potions I make are still of too low a grade. If only I could concoct a ‘Saint’-grade potion, my meridians would heal in no time!” Xin Lang lamented.

Before reincarnating, he had been a ninth-level Master of Potions, but after his rebirth, he devoted himself to martial cultivation and had no time to study potion-making, so his skills remained at the ninth-level Master rank.

Xin Lang also wanted to improve his potion-making abilities, but potion-making is a profound field—it isn’t something one can advance in overnight.

“Huh! How could I forget the Upgrader!” Xin Lang smacked his thigh and suddenly exclaimed.

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