Superpowered Love Academy

Tens of thousands of dollars, just thrown over like that?

What if I fall and die?

However, he suddenly realized that Xi Fei didn't seem to have any intention of competing with him for this thing.

Not only did they not fight over it, they even planned to teach him how to use it?

Zuo Le's experiences have made him remain absolutely selfish most of the time.

If it were him, he would never do something like making such a concession.

It seems he really was judging others by his own standards.

Zuo Le glanced at Wang Zhong and Tang Yuan subconsciously.

Tangyuan looked delighted: "Congratulations, senior brother! To be able to obtain such a valuable item while on a study tour, it should be considered a treasure."

Wang Zhong also looked on with envy, but being a quiet person, he didn't say anything.

Zuo Le nodded calmly and followed Xi Fei to the location of the bonfire and copper pot.

"Teacher, what should we do now?"

Xi Fei then produced another bottle from somewhere, containing a grayish-white powder.

He poured some of it into a glass reagent bottle:

"Here, I'll only demonstrate once."

Zuo Le held the bottle of white powder, hesitated slightly, but ultimately secretly released a trace of void energy to probe it.

[The divination item, cremated remains - a tortoise: possesses spiritual guiding power and has a small probability of influencing the expected change in the magnetic field.]

[Description: The ashes of a creature (spirit turtle) that can be made into divination objects retain a large amount of spiritual power after being burned, and possesses the ability to guide spiritual energy.]

Even ordinary humans can use it for rudimentary divination, and it has some value in synthesis.

"The ashes of a spirit turtle? Is that considered a medicinal ingredient?"

While Zuo Le was studying the small vial of ashes, Xi Fei had already begun his next move.

He took the bottle containing the yellow moth from Zuo Le and carefully opened it a crack.

Use a silk thread to scrape off a thin layer of gold powder from the insect's wings.

The thread was then retrieved and immersed in a semi-transparent liquid.

"This is a neutral solution, readily available throughout the college; it's common, but very important."

"Understood." Zuo Le nodded.

He understood what Xi Fei meant; reminding him at this moment was to make him remember it.

Xi Fei continued mixing, gently shaking the test tube to infuse the powder with a layer of spiritual energy.

After the gold powder absorbed spiritual energy, the entire bottle began to glow with a pale golden halo. Then, the liquid in the tube changed from clear to turbid, and then quickly cleared into an amber color.

"Take out the shredded chicory from before."

"Yes."

Zuo Le immediately took out the bitter lettuce grass he had collected earlier and spread it out in front of Xi Fei.

"That's all?"

"Well, that's all I have." The herbs were discovered by everyone, so they had to be divided, and Tangyuan and Wang Zhong both got a share.

Of course, Tangyuan could give her share to Zuo Le.

But Zuo Le was already avoiding her like the plague, so how could he possibly ask for her things?

"Zuo Le, you're just like Shen He said."

"What did Teacher Shen He say about me?" Zuo Le asked curiously.

"He said you're a poor bastard too!" Xi Fei exclaimed.

Zuo Le was speechless. Did Shen He really say that?

While mocking him, Xi Fei grabbed all the herbs.

He shoved it roughly into the copper pot, then directed Zuo Le:

"Pour the powder."

"Yes."

Zuo Le tilted the glass bottle and began to pour bone ash powder into the pot in a regular manner.

The influx of these cremation ash powders did not cause any changes in the first place.

But as Xi Fei infused his spiritual power, the liquid in the copper pot began to emit bursts of spiritual light and medicinal fragrance.

Just like a dazzling rainbow, it makes people unable to resist taking a peek and a sniff.

"Don't smell it, this stuff is poisonous."

"what?"

"Chicory is inherently toxic, and it is a chronic, invasive toxin that even the superhuman cannot avoid."

This process involves removing toxins while preserving the original medicinal properties. If a distiller is available, distillation separation would be even better.

However, our conditions are rudimentary right now, so we can only make medicine using primitive methods!

Xi Fei spoke as if he were telling a comedy routine, but Zuo Le gleaned some important information from him.

Distillation separation!

He had given a hint when he used the false creator's ability to see before to test the bitter lettuce silk.

[Can perform void distillation]

Clearly, this should have a similar effect to the distillation separation that Xi Fei mentioned.

According to Zuo Le's speculation, this should be an ability to purify medicinal materials during the refining of elixirs.

Distillation using void energy should also be included in his next talent experiment plan.

A few minutes later, Xi Fei's stagnant spiritual energy gradually subsided.

The fat man shook his copper pot.

"It's done. Let it sit for a while and let it cool down before you drink it."

Zuo Le glanced at the not-so-appetizing liquid in the pot and made no comment on drinking such a thing.

On the contrary, Tangyuan and Wang Zhong couldn't hold back and spoke up first:

"Teacher Xi Fei, do you really have to drink it?"

"Damn, this is the famous Sword Poison Potion, a spiritual medicine that many Lightbringers drink during the initial body tempering stage to help strengthen their bodies."

How come it's treated like useless garbage in your mouths?

Xi Fei described it with great enthusiasm, but Tang Yuan and Wang Zhong didn't seem to care.

They exchanged glances, then stole another look at Zuo Le, who remained expressionless.

"Sword Poison Potion? Have you heard of it?" Tangyuan looked at Wang Zhong.

"Never heard of it." Wang Zhong shook his head.

"Where is Senior Brother Zuo Le?" Tang Yuan looked at Zuo Le again.

Zuo Le: ...

Zuo Zi was speechless. Why did they have to drag him into this?

He is a person who will stop at nothing to become stronger.

If it's confirmed that the substance truly enhances the body and has no side effects...

Forget medicine, he'd even taste the shit to check its saltiness.

These two people have absolutely no sense of awe or respect for becoming stronger; they've clearly been living too comfortably.

"Follow the teacher's instructions."

Xi Fei looked satisfied upon hearing Zuo Le's response.

He even somewhat understood why Shen He liked students like Zuo Le. Although Zuo Le was a bit indifferent in personality, he was serious about his work, had clear goals, and was willing to take responsibility.

Such a student is truly the best of the best.

"The Sword Poison Potion uses bitter lettuce as its main ingredient and was a very classic body-strengthening potion for the early Lightbringers."

It was renowned for the excruciating pain caused by its residual toxins, which felt like being stabbed by a sharp sword, and was eventually named the Sword Poison.

As Xi Fei explained the origin of the medicine, he filled a small test tube with it.

He casually handed it to Zuo Le:

"This one tube alone, if it ends up on the black market, would fetch at least 30,000."

Zuo Le took the tube of dark liquid with some surprise.

Without making a sound, a trace of void energy was injected into it.

[Sword Poison Potion: Increases Strength experience by 200 points and Spirit experience by 650 points]

[Description: This medicinal liquid is a mixture of chicory herb, divination artifact (tortoise shell), and powdered yellow moth wings. It contains certain irritating toxins and exhibits drug degradation properties. Due to its unstable structure, it is not suitable for synthesis.]

Zuo Le was somewhat surprised to see the feedback from the fake creator.

Although this potion provides a decent boost to attributes, it offers virtually no advantage compared to food synthesis using [False Creation].

First of all, this elixir has obvious drawbacks: it contains irritating toxins and also has a deteriorating effect.

If he understands correctly, the first use should have the full effect, and the effect should decrease with the second use.

Zuo Le's artificial creation effect has no negative decay whatsoever.

He eats whatever he synthesizes.

There is absolutely no psychological burden, no cost, and no toxins.

The only downside is that it occasionally synthesizes something that tastes like poop.

The difference is obvious when compared!

This thing in front of me costs 3 yuan?

Can his synthetic food products be sold?

Ultimately, it was Zuo Le's recent sense of urgency to improve his skills that outweighed the financial pressure; otherwise, he might have actually made this attempt.

However, Zuo Le didn't actually notice each of his synthetic compounds.

All were marked as "Infused with Void Power" and completed.

The result for a normal person who eats it is that they will die on the spot, and even the skill that Tu Mi imitated cannot work.

The stray dogs tried to imitate the synthesized food, but they were immediately killed after eating it.

In the brief moment he hesitated and pondered, Xi Fei urged him on:

"What are you all standing there for? Drink up! This is good stuff, would I ever harm you?"

Wang Zhong and Tang Yuan remained silent, both looking at Zuo Le with conflicted expressions.

Zuo Le shook his head slightly. Actually, selling this stuff would be more profitable for him, but seeing Xi Fei looking at it now, it seemed like he had no choice but to drink it.

He picked up the test tube and drank it all in one gulp.

A burning, scorching sensation followed.

Zuo Le felt as if every drop of medicine he drank shattered into sharp blades inside his body.

My tongue, throat, and esophagus felt as if a million red-hot silver needles were piercing through me simultaneously, tearing and slicing downwards, while my stomach churned with excruciating pain as if pierced by a sharp sword.

His will was so firm, it had been tempered and refined over time.

But after swallowing the potion, he couldn't help but clench his fists and lean back against the wall.

His knuckles turned white and trembled, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

His heavy breathing was like that of an old ox, and each deep breath felt like a new wound being inflicted inside his body.