Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Bai Mo had already pinpointed those dozen or so key molecules. Even without using Pill Fire’s cryo-electron microscopy, he could vaguely sense them just using Divine Sense.

At this moment, he clearly felt that in the Purple Earth Dragon, the concentration of those dozen or so revival-associated active molecules had increased just a bit!

He grinned.

"It really worked!"

Perhaps, by the standards of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, the modern Alchemy Path is indeed severed, but Bai Mo, by combining Immortal Techniques with modern technology, had managed to leap across this broken path!

The few foxes nearby couldn’t quite understand, but since their master was happy, they were happy too. They started bouncing around in delight!

"Use these medicinal materials to concoct large quantities of medicinal soup and drench the Purple Earth Dragon with it. As long as you keep drenching, it will definitely sprout again and be reborn!"

All the ingredients used were common regular herbs. However, the composition and refining methods held some nuanced mysteries...

"A single box of medicinal materials can only slightly increase the active molecules.

"It seems, this Purple Earth Dragon is a bottomless gold-swallowing pit! To make it sprout new buds and be reborn, the amount of medicinal materials consumed might be astronomical, terrifying indeed."

Bai Mo looked at this patch of field, seeing that the Crystal Green Beans seedlings were already wilting.

He recalled that day when he explored and found the gigantic Purple Earth Dragon sprawling over a thousand meters underground...

"If we are to revive it, the resources equivalent to five hundred servings of Fire Consciousness Soup may not even be enough.

"Luckily, we are from Fox Mountain.

"It’s too late today, let’s have dinner and get some sleep first. Tomorrow, we’ll prepare to clear out that pile of medicinal materials in the warehouse, which is almost growing mold, refine them, pour them into the ground, and let this Purple Earth Dragon drink it up!"

...

Professor Zhang finished writing another document.

He lifted his head and rubbed the sleep from the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly he heard footsteps outside and his stomach growling.

"Huh?"

He glanced at the bottom right corner of the computer screen.

"Oh? It’s already six thirty?"

With a bitter smile, he stood up, intending to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

"Work is endless.

"But one must take care of their own health."

Thus, with panda eyes, he left the Immortal Grass Building and went to the cafeteria, ordering a millet porridge, two tea eggs, and a plate of steamed rice rolls, bringing them to a table and starting to eat.

A warm bowl of millet porridge went down, as if restoring a sliver of Primordial Qi within him.

"Professor!"

Suddenly, he heard a surprised voice; it was Wan Bocheng, carrying a bowl of noodle soup, sitting across from him.

"Professor, you’re here for breakfast too?

"Hehe!"

Seeing Wan Bocheng’s energetic appearance, Professor Zhang greeted him with a smile.

Wan Bocheng continued.

"Professor, there’s a basketball tournament between five schools coming up, and our class signed up.

"The day after tomorrow, our class will play for the first time. Everyone said they’ll all go together!

"Could we invite you, Bai Mo, and Wu Qingyun to come as well?"

Professor Zhang smiled wryly; where would he find the time to attend this?

Even Wu Qingyun and Bai Mo were extraordinarily busy recently.

Just as he was about to decline, his phone rang in his pocket.

Taking it out, he saw a message from Chairman Chen Shu.

[Great news! Tremendous news!]

[The four guys who were drinking last night all got burned to death, hahaha!]

Professor Zhang was overjoyed, looking at the phone, he let out a laugh.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

He immediately felt his entire body lighten, and the fatigue from staying up all night was swept away.

He looked up at Wan Bocheng.

"What time did you say again? The day after tomorrow? Right? We’ll go together!"