kvmb Chapter 125 Superior Potion Sparks Controversy
Chapter 125 Superior Potion Sparks Controversy
Chu Qiuchi and the other two worked silently for half a day. They had tried the fake medicine on the table countless times, but the color just wouldn't be right. It was either too dark or too light, and they could never achieve the desired effect.
Chu Qiuchi was extremely agitated and couldn't help but look up, instinctively wanting to complain to Ji Moyu: "Little—"
The words had barely left her mouth when she realized something was wrong. Looking up, she met Ji Moyu's gaze. His eyes held a hint of concern as he waited for her to speak. Chu Qiuchi's face stiffened, inwardly thinking: "That was close! I almost turned into a dog!"
She quickly turned her head and shifted her gaze to Puyang Minghui. "Little Minghui! This color is so hard to mix! Do you know if there are any other potions that can react to produce this color? I've been thinking about it so hard I'm going bald, I've tried everything I can, but it still doesn't work... Ah! This is so difficult for me!"
Puyang Minghui was about to reply when she felt a cold gaze sweep over her, making her tremble. She cautiously glanced at Ji Moyu and, sure enough, saw him staring coldly at her. She immediately cried out in her heart: "Brother Yu, this isn't my fault! I'm innocent!"
She swallowed hard and tentatively said, "Qiu Chi, I... I need to think about it. Don't rush, let's take it slow, there'll always be a way."
Chu Qiuchi sighed, his brows furrowed, and he scratched his hair in frustration. "Alright, let's think about it again and see if there are any other solutions."
Just as the group was deep in thought, Puyang Minghui had a sudden inspiration and looked up, saying, "Hey, Qiuchi, why don't we test the grade of that mutated potion first? That way we'll have a clue what grade of magic potion it needs. Maybe the reason we haven't been able to concoct it is because the grade of magic potion we're using isn't high enough."
Chu Qiuchi's eyes lit up immediately, her tone filled with joy: "That makes sense! The potions we're using are at most mid-grade, we might actually need high-grade ones! Minghui, you're so clever!"
As she spoke, she quickly took out a magic tool for testing the grade of magic potions from her mental space, carefully extracted a drop of the potion, and dripped it onto the testing plate of the magic tool.
Several people nervously surrounded the testing artifact, their eyes fixed on it intently. Even Nalan Xingyao and Chu Yichen, who had been quietly observing from the side, couldn't help but come over, looking at the testing artifact with curiosity.
A moment later, the magical artifact emitted a dazzling red light, so bright that the group involuntarily squinted. The test results came out, but they were frozen in place, their faces filled with disbelief.
Potions are graded into four levels: Basic, Medium, High, and Superior. Basic potions emit white light, Medium potions emit yellow light, High potions emit orange light, and only Superior potions emit red light. And this potion in front of us is actually a Superior potion!
Chu Qiuchi was stunned. She had initially thought that since Ji Mohan had discovered so many mutated beasts in the underground cave, the potion should be a mass-producible mid-grade potion. However, she never expected it to be a super-grade potion!
Superior-grade potion! This is a masterpiece that only level 8 or 9 alchemists can create. Moreover, isn't the only level 8 alchemist among humans Puyang Minghui's grandfather—Puyang Yucheng?
At that moment, countless questions flooded their minds simultaneously. Puyang Minghui was the first to react. Her face turned deathly pale, her eyes widened, and she frantically shook her head, her voice trembling as she cried out, "Impossible! Impossible! My grandfather would never do such a thing! It was the Spirit Clan, it must have been the Spirit Clan!"
Her emotions grew increasingly agitated, her eyes filled with fear. Seeing this, Chu Qiuchi immediately stepped forward and hugged her tightly. "Minghui, calm down! We all believe in Dean Puyang; he would never do such a thing! There must be more to this than meets the eye, don't panic!"
Puyang Minghui leaned against Chu Qiuchi's chest, her body trembling slightly, her eyes red-rimmed, and her voice choked with uncontrollable sobs: "Qiuchi, I...I'm so scared...Grandpa would never do such a thing...It couldn't be him..."
Chu Qiuchi gently patted her back and softly comforted her, "Minghui, listen to me, no matter what happened, we will find out the truth. The most important thing now is for us to stay calm and not panic."
Nalan Xingyao also stepped forward and patted Puyang Minghui on the shoulder, "Minghui, we grew up together. We know what kind of person Dean Puyang is, and we would never easily believe such a thing."
Standing to the side, Chu Yichen crossed his arms, his gaze resolute. "Yes, Minghui, don't worry, we all believe in Dean Puyang. We will definitely find out the truth about this medicine and clear Dean Puyang's name."
Ji Moyu, who had been silent all along, also raised her head, her face firm: "Grandpa wouldn't do that, he would never get involved in such a thing."
Listening to the comforting words, Puyang Minghui gradually calmed down, but her body was still trembling slightly, and there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes. She took a deep breath, raised her head and looked at Chu Qiuchi, "Qiuchi, you are right, I can't lose my composure... I believe in Grandpa, he must be innocent."
Chu Qiuchi pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke: "The Spirit Race has two Level 8 alchemists, but only the patriarch of the Heavenly Spirit Race—Mu Haichao—is proficient in potions. Do you think it could be him?" After a pause, she suddenly raised a new question: "By the way, do you think our Human Race might have other Level 8 alchemists that we just don't know about?"
Upon hearing this, the group paused for a moment, exchanged glances, and fell into a brief state of contemplation.
Nalan Xingyao thought for a moment and said, "Minghui, do you remember when we were playing at your house before, your older brother mentioned that your grandfather had a good friend when he was young? It is said that the person's talent in medicine was just as good as your grandfather's."
Puyang Minghui paused for a moment, as if her words had awakened some memories. She frowned and thought carefully for a while before slowly saying, "It seems... there is such a person. My grandfather once mentioned him to me. He said that person was a friend he respected very much, and the two of them had researched many medicines together."
She paused slightly, a hint of sadness flashing across her face: "However, I heard from Grandpa that his friend had an accident and seems to have passed away. Grandpa seemed quite regretful when he mentioned him that time."
Nalan Xingyao frowned upon hearing this: "An accident? What kind of accident?"
Puyang Minghui shook her head, a look of confusion on her face: "I don't know either, Grandpa didn't say."
Chu Yichen crossed his arms, lost in thought. "What kind of accident could happen to such a genius alchemist? I have a feeling there might be a story behind this. Could it be... he's actually not dead?"