The Strongest Talent Tree

After carefully reviewing the experimental data, Feng Hao’s spirits soared. The data was flawless. Theoretically, as long as they could complete the final step, the Magic Toxin Antibody would be born.

"There’s no time to lose. Let’s start right away," Feng Hao said thoughtfully. He turned to Miao Feng. "Xiaomiaozi, get the magic toxin extract ready. Old man, let’s get to work."

"Understood." Miao Feng nodded and got busy.

At the same time, Feng Hao and Sun Yaowen also began, laying out countless medicinal herbs and extracted substances on the lab bench.

For a moment, the entire laboratory was utterly silent, save for the sound of test tubes and tools clinking together.

Soon, the extraction process was underway in an orderly fashion. Through the combined efforts of Feng Hao and Sun Yaowen, trickles of a golden liquid were extracted from the magic beast’s corpse.

"Xiaomiaozi, the Sunflower Catalyst! Quick!" Feng Hao’s expression was grave, his hands moving like a machine as he flew through the steps before him.

Miao Feng quickly complied, skillfully grabbing a bottle of Sunflower Catalyst from a nearby lab table.

After receiving the Sunflower Catalyst, Feng Hao immediately entered a state of complete concentration. Under the control of his Divine Sense, he activated all the functions of his high-spec Crystal Eye, not missing a single detail.

On the other side, Sun Yaowen carefully monitored the changes in the various reagents, his eyes more focused than ever before.

HISS! HISS! HISS!

A strange hissing sound bubbled up from the test tubes, and an intoxicating aroma filled the entire laboratory.

Time trickled by, and the experiment progressed steadily.

Feng Hao and Sun Yaowen were already drenched in sweat, but they didn’t dare to relax in the slightest.

Finally, after a full day of high-intensity experimentation, a bottle of viscous, golden-red liquid appeared before the three of them. It was the very thing they had been striving for—the Magic Toxin Antibody.

"We did it! We succeeded!" Miao Feng exclaimed, overcome with excitement.

Sun Yaowen suppressed his own excitement and said gravely, "Don’t celebrate just yet. First, we need to test its effectiveness with a Magic Beast Crystal Core."

"Right," Feng Hao nodded in agreement.

And so, under the nervous watch of Feng Hao and Miao Feng, Sun Yaowen began the verification test. He skillfully soaked a Crystal Core in magic toxin, then coated it with the golden-red liquid.

A moment later, the Crystal Core, which had been corroded by the magic toxin, began to glow with life once more, proving the antibody’s effectiveness.

"Haha... I knew we’d succeed!" Sun Yaowen’s old eyes turned red as he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Feng Hao was just as thrilled. He couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up and say, "You’re amazing, old man!"

"Haha, you deserve credit for this too." Sun Yaowen was all smiles, but his expression suddenly turned serious. "There’s no time to waste. I’m heading to the Student Union Headquarters right now."

"Huh? What’s the big rush?" Feng Hao asked, taken aback.

"How can I not be in a rush? The Warriors on the Outer Battlefield are waiting!" Sun Yaowen said, his face flushed with excitement. With that, he rushed out of the lab without a moment’s hesitation. "Oh, and tell Xiaoxie for me that I’ll be away for a while on business."

"Got it," Feng Hao said with a surprised smile.

After seeing Sun Yaowen off, Feng Hao turned to Miao Feng, who was standing to the side. He asked with a slight smile, "So? Did you learn anything?"

"Mhm." Miao Feng nodded excitedly. "Participating in this experiment was a huge inspiration for me. I believe it won’t be long before I can master Seventh-Level Alchemy Techniques."

"Not bad, not bad at all. In that case, your master will strike while the iron is hot and give you a hand." Feng Hao nodded in satisfaction. Using the fully stocked materials and equipment in the lab, he began to explain things in detail.

As it turned out, Miao Feng was indeed exceptionally talented in alchemy. He grasped many theories with just a little explanation, making him very easy to guide.

And just like that, time slipped by until it was late at night.

Then, Feng Hao received a Stone Listening Communication from Yao Girl. "You stupid medicine peddler, not coming home this late at night? Are you out fooling around somewhere?"

"Don’t be like that. I’m helping Xiaomiaozi break through to Seventh-Level Alchemy Techniques. You’ll have to sleep alone tonight," Feng Hao said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Although Xi Yueyao loved to tease, she was very understanding when it came to important matters. She pouted and replied, "Fine, then. This young lady is going to bed."

"Good girl. Good night~!" Feng Hao smiled, pleased.

"Hmph! Who’s saying good night to you?" The girl cut off the communication with a tsundere huff and soon fell asleep.

When Feng Hao was about to resume instructing Miao Feng, he found the kid was also on a Stone Listening Communication. It had to be Xu Zhenzhen, no doubt about it.

A moment later, the master and apprentice exchanged a look and shook their heads helplessly.

The instruction continued for nearly two days. In short, by the time Feng Hao left the laboratory, Miao Feng had successfully crossed the threshold to become a Seventh-level Alchemist and was continuing to reinforce his skills through practice.

As for Feng Hao, he hurried straight to the neighboring arts department to pick up Yao Ying, Xu Zhenzhen, and Li Ting.

He had no choice; he had received a message from Qian Sanduo the previous night saying the performance venue was ready.

Inside the speeding Mansa Vehicle, the three women—Yao Ying, Xu Zhenzhen, and Li Ting—chattered away like songbirds, discussing some rather mind-numbing topics.

"So, how have rehearsals been going lately?" Feng Hao asked as he drove.

"Don’t worry, we guarantee you’ll be satisfied," Li Ting said confidently. "With Sister Yao Ying as the lead dancer, rehearsals have been going very smoothly."

"Oh, really?" Feng Hao subconsciously glanced at Yao Ying in the passenger seat and chuckled in spite of himself. "By the way, have you thought of a name for the group?"

Yao Ying gave a graceful smile and nodded. "We have. We’ll call it ’Feng Lian’."

"Er." Hearing this name, Feng Hao’s expression instantly turned awkward, and a strange feeling welled up inside him.

’He couldn’t help it. The name "Feng Lian" was far too direct; anyone who wasn’t an idiot could discern the special meaning behind it. Such a blatant hint was honestly a bit embarrassing.’

"Don’t overthink it. We chose this name mainly because you were the one who organized the group," Yao Ying said, clearly noticing Feng Hao’s awkwardness. She smiled faintly, though a flicker of almost imperceptible sorrow flashed in her eyes.

"Ahem, in that case, ’Feng Lian’ it is," Feng Hao said with an awkward laugh.

...

Half an hour later, the Mansa Vehicle landed smoothly outside the Thief God Hall.

Qian Sanduo and numerous members of the Thief God Entertainment Company were already waiting eagerly. Their eyes quickly locked onto the three beautiful girls. "Huh? And who might these three young ladies be?"

"They’re the trump card I’ve prepared for you," Feng Hao said with a mysterious smile. He then turned to make the introductions. "Ladies, this is the Minister of our branch hall’s commerce department, Qian Sanduo. From now on, you’ll be taking your instructions from him."

"Hello, Minister Qian," Yao Ying and the other two replied in sweet voices.

Qian Sanduo’s weathered face flushed red. He laughed awkwardly, "Er, none of that ’Minister’ business. From now on, just call me Uncle Qian."

After some friendly banter, the three young women quickly won the affection and approval of everyone in the Thief God Hall. It couldn’t be helped; beautiful women always have an advantage.

Feng Hao had no time to waste. He pursed his lips and asked, "Didn’t you say the venue was ready? Where is it?"

"We’ve only secured two venues so far. One is the Five Provinces Theater, and the other is the Iron Hand Martial Arts Hall. The Five Provinces Theater is booked for a week from now, and the Iron Hand Martial Arts Hall is for tomorrow," a few members of the entertainment company reported from the side.

"The Iron Hand Martial Arts Hall?" Hearing that name, Feng Hao’s expression instantly turned strange.