Survival at Sea: I Became Number One by Growing Mushrooms

I wonder how things are going with Robert. With Robert's strength, he should have no problem farming the Cataclysmic Source Points, right? Why hasn't he succeeded after so long? Could something have happened to him?

Xu Jiawei felt uneasy and rushed over, just in case something unexpected had happened.

Thinking this, Xu Jiawei quickened her pace, releasing all the rainbows to hurry on her way, making sure nothing bad happened.

When Xu Jiawei arrived, she immediately saw two high priests attacking Robert alone. Robert was struggling to hold on and seemed to be about to burn out.

Seeing that Robert was about to collapse, Xu Jiawei quickly released her skill to help. Unexpectedly, there was an extra high priest here. It was quite rare for a high-level natural disaster source point to have two high priests.

With Xu Jiawei's arrival, Robert finally breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost died there.

After dealing with the two high priests, Xu Jiawei looked at Robert and asked, "What happened? How come there's an extra high priest?"

"What bad luck! This high priest seemed to be here to deliver a message, and I just happened to go in and got surrounded."

This was truly bad luck, and Xu Jiawei expressed her sympathy. After this incident, they lost their motivation to continue practicing and went straight back.

Upon returning to the base, Commander Zhang immediately summoned Xu Jiawei.

"Xiao Xu, you're here. I need to talk to you about something." Commander Zhang waved, holding a list in his hand.

He looked up and said, "After these few days of practice, 40 people in the entire pharmacist class have reached the level of a Level 1 pharmacist. The others who haven't reached the Level 1 pharmacist level have left to become combat personnel."

After all, if you're assigned to the pharmacist class and you're not working hard, who knows how many people want to get in? If you're not going to work hard, you might as well just quit.

Xu Jiawei nodded. She hadn't seen anyone from her class recently and didn't know what level they were at, so she asked, "How's my apprentice doing?"

Hearing Xu Jiawei's words, Commander Zhang smiled: "Little Jian has good talent; she has already reached the level of a Level 2 Pharmacist."

When the conversation turned to Bai Jian, the topic naturally shifted to the pharmacists.

"Starting tomorrow, let them begin refining potions to prepare for battle. What do you think of this arrangement?" Commander Zhang came to seek her opinion as his teacher. The other teachers were roughly split in their opinions, with half agreeing and half disagreeing.

Those in favor believe that refining duplicate potions can also temper one's character, while those against argue that no matter what, it will hinder one's talent and slow down their progress.

Xu Jiawei thought for a moment and said, "Sure, this is a time of crisis, isn't the purpose of teaching them to concoct potions for this?"

Commander Zhang was slightly surprised. He thought that Xu Jiawei, a potion-making genius, would object. "Aren't you afraid that making duplicate potions will hinder their talents?"

Xu Jiawei looked at Commander Zhang with a strange expression. "If it's so easy to ruin your talent, why not just quit? Besides, every time there's a natural disaster, haven't I been refining the same batch of potions?" Rumors about ruining talent are nonsense. She's been refining them for days and hasn't seen any damage to her talent.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that." Commander Zhang smiled, having made up his mind.

When many pharmacists heard that they would have to make potions like assembly line workers, they immediately objected. But Bai Jian was the first to respond because it was something her teacher supported, and she had to do it well.

Many newly appointed apothecaries immediately agreed, after all, they were able to become apothecaries thanks to the people in the base, so what was a small matter to ask them for help?

But there are some proud people, especially those who were already pharmacists before coming to this class, whose pride prevents them from doing so.

"Isn't this delaying us? We came here to learn, not to do hard labor!" The leader stood up and protested.

But another player who became a teacher took the lead and said, "Every time there's a natural disaster, the pro player always sells the same potions."

The protesters retorted, "She ordered the mushrooms to do it!"

"Those high-level potions are also made from mushrooms? Can mushrooms really make the Ice Pills that the Cataclysm boss sold last time?"

Believe it or not, it really can, but those aren't ordinary mushrooms; they're Mushroom Gods (amnesiac version).

The few who objected were at a loss for words, and could only weakly say, "How can we compare to the big shots?"

"Since you know you can't compete, why not work harder? Do you think you can improve your alchemy skills by opposing the organization here?" said someone whose skill level was higher than everyone else present.

Everyone's attention turned to the classroom door, where Zhang Huaiyi and a group of elderly men and women entered. They took out crucibles and began to refine potions. Yes, they were there to show their support.

Commander Zhang had long noticed that these people were somewhat arrogant and unruly, so he specially summoned pharmacists of higher rank than them to prepare the potion.

The opposing side's momentum immediately weakened. Weren't they too arrogant? Look at these level four and level three pharmacists, they were all honestly making potions. What gave them the right to be so haughty?

Then the elderly woman who was the teacher looked up and said, "It's normal for young people to be ambitious, but wait until you reach the fifth level of pharmacist or above. No one will stop you from doing what you want, and we will treat you as honored guests."

"What we humans need now is unity, not infighting like we are now."

The group glanced at their level 1 pharmacists badges, dared not say anything more, and slunk back to the group.

Two days later, Si Yunming successfully broke through, and a black aura shot into the sky, startling the base into thinking that the high priests were attacking them. When they saw that it was Si Yunming's house that had given them a sigh of relief, and everyone went back to their own homes.

When Xu Jiawei saw Si Yunming come out, she waved with a smile and said, "Brother San Dian, you've finally finished your breakthrough. It actually took you so long."

Si Yunming saw Xu Jiawei beckoning, so he walked over and stood next to her. "It's a big breakthrough, though it took a bit more time."

Xu Jiawei asked with some curiosity, "A major breakthrough?"

"Yes, the attributes have increased significantly, and now the attributes are 700."

With a "crack," Xu Jiawei crushed the cup in her hand. What the hell? Over 700?

Jealousy, jealousy. She's still hovering around 600, quite a distance from 700. Sure enough, attack talent is better. She couldn't help but feel envious again, but her own talent was pretty good too.

After the initial shock, Xu Jiawei patted Si Yunming's shoulder hard and said, "Let me process this." After saying that, Xu Jiawei went into seclusion, having come to understand how others felt about her.

Si Yunming: ...Shouldn't he have said that?

However, before Xu Jiawei could remain withdrawn for long, a message quickly came back, telling them to go to a meeting.

Xu Jiawei and Si Yunming arrived at the same conference room as last time.

"Comrade Xu, Comrade Si, you've arrived. Please find seats." This time, it was the official leader who spoke.

After Xu Jiawei and the others entered, they found a place to sit down and asked, "What happened?"

"This is a message from a level 40 player doing a quest. It seems the temple is planning a major operation and is consciously shrinking its territory. They've started removing those traps."

Upon hearing this, Xu Jiawei's expression turned serious. They had taken action, which was not a good thing. This unexpected turn of events would make it even more difficult for them to attack the final source of the catastrophe.