Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

Golden light shot out from the furnace opening, illuminating the entire lecture hall as if it were daytime.

Perfect quality.

A golden beam of light.

The simultaneous appearance of these two things in a classroom was as impactful to pharmaceutical students as witnessing a meteorite crashing onto the playground.

As is well known, the quality of advanced healing potions is divided into five grades.

Ordinary, excellent, fine, top-quality, perfect.

Top-quality, one in a hundred.

As for perfect quality—

That's just a legend.

The entire alliance has no more than twenty bottles of perfectly high-quality healing potions on record.

Each bottle was made by a master pharmacist of level 6 or above.

Moreover, without exception, all of them are accidental occurrences, and no one can reliably reproduce them.

Zhang Heng's highest record is that of an exceptional person.

He studied it for eleven years.

Perfect quality is the ceiling he has never reached in his life.

Now, a freshman who has never been exposed to pharmaceutical manufacturing has produced the second batch.

The classroom was deathly quiet.

Zhang Heng stood to the side of the podium, as if frozen in place.

His gaze was fixed on the vial of potion emitting a pale golden glow in the furnace, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

"impossible."

It took a long time before his voice finally escaped his throat.

Hoarse, faint, like the sound of paper being torn.

"Absolutely impossible!"

He suddenly looked up at Lin Mo, his eyes bloodshot.

"The perfect quality of advanced healing potions requires an extremely profound understanding of the interactions between the sixteen medicinal herbs! It requires mana output precision down to the millimeter! It requires—"

"What do you need?"

Lin Mo interrupted him, speaking as casually as if he were talking about the weather.

"It takes luck...you were just lucky!"

Zhang Heng's face turned a deep purplish-red.

Lin Mo didn't look at him again.

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He turned and walked to the spare materials cabinet, opened the second drawer, and took out a complete set of sixteen medicinal herbs.

A commotion broke out in the classroom.

"What is he going to do?"

"No way...do it again?"

Lin Mo placed the materials on the table and said something without turning his head.

"Old Deng, I don't think you're entirely convinced."

"So I'll make another bottle for you to see."

His hand had already moved.

The stem of the blue crystal grass broke off between my fingers, and three drops of juice fell precisely into the mortar.

The powder of the red ochre was ground with a pestle, and its fineness visibly exceeded the standard.

Everyone held their breath.

This time, everyone was intently watching Lin Mo's every move.

Feeding.

Temperature control.

Mana infusion.

Every step was executed flawlessly, without any pauses or hesitations.

The whole process was even faster than the first time.

Just 1 minute!

Lin Mo lifted the furnace lid.

Golden light shot into the sky once more.

The aroma of the medicine was much stronger than the first bottle.

"hiss--"

Several students in the front row leaned back at the same time, as if they had been burned by something.

[Successfully completed!]

[Advanced Healing Potion (Perfect Quality) - 100% increased efficacy, plus 10 minutes of immunity to toxins.]

It even comes with a rare, one-in-a-million quality!

Immune toxins in 10 minutes!

Lin Mo picked up the medicine bottle, twirled it in his hand twice, and then casually placed it in front of Zhang Heng.

"Two bottles now."

He looked down at Zhang Heng, his eyes filled with mockery.

"What do you mean? Do you still think it's just luck?"

Zhang Heng did not answer.

He stared at the bottle of potion in front of him, which emitted a faint golden glow, his pupils trembling violently.

My hands are shaking.

It's not from anger.

The whole person was shaking, inside and out.

Thirty years.

He started working in pharmaceuticals at the age of twenty-two, and it has been exactly thirty years since then.

Over the course of thirty years, he traveled to the medicinal herb producing areas of the twelve production cities of the alliance, visited seven grandmasters of the fourth rank or above, and thoroughly examined every medicine-making manual in the Zhang family's secret vault.

Over the course of thirty years, he personally crafted more than 150,000 bottles of advanced healing potions.

The success rate increased from the initial 12% to 88%.

The probability of obtaining a top-quality item has increased from one in a thousand to three percent.

And perfect quality—

Not even once.

He thought it was because his control over his magic power was not precise enough.

He thought it was because his understanding of pharmacology was not thorough enough.

He thought that his efforts were far from enough!

So he gets up at four in the morning every day to practice his magical micro-management, and has been doing so for fifteen years.

Therefore, his finger joints are deformed and he can no longer straighten them.

But now.

A young man who had never touched a medicine furnace before.

He casually produced two batches of perfect quality!

Zhang Heng suddenly smiled.

The laughter was very soft, squeezed out from the nose, and intermittent.

Then the laughter grew louder and louder.

Then something else started to get mixed in with the laughter.

His eyes reddened, and tears streamed down his chiseled face.

He was laughing and crying at the same time, his shoulders were trembling, and he was huddled by the podium like a mentally unstable person having a fit.

"Thirty years... thirty years..."

His voice had completely changed.

"How cruel Heaven is to me... how cruel it is to me..."

In the lecture hall, 180 students looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to speak.

They watched as their most revered mentor squatted on the edge of the podium, laughing and crying, repeatedly muttering the same sentence.

The scene was eerie, absurd, and carried an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

Lin Yao stood at the back door, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide open.

Lin Mo showed no pity whatsoever.

He looked down at Zhang Heng, who was squatting on the ground, and everyone could clearly see the contempt in his eyes.

"Old Deng, you can't do it, not because the heavens have been unkind to you."

"It's because you're a piece of trash to begin with."

"Still that kind of useless piece of trash who has no self-awareness."

"If you can't do something, don't blame the road for being uneven."

Hearing Lin Mo's merciless insults.

Zhang Heng felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

His mouth opened and closed, but he could no longer make a sound!

He simply extended a trembling finger and pointed at Lin Mo.

"You...you...uh pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, staining his chest crimson!

He fell straight down like a wooden stake without support!

"Teacher Zhang! Teacher!"

The students were alarmed and rushed to help him up!

Zhang Heng shakily raised his head and looked at Lin Mo with a face full of despair.

His lips trembled several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Mo picked up the two bottles of perfect-quality potions from the podium, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"Let's go, there's no point in attending this kind of trashy class!"

As Lin Mo passed by Lin Yao, he said something disdainfully that everyone heard clearly!

But no one dared to contradict him, not even one dared to look him in the eye!

"Uh...uh okay..."

Lin Yao mechanically followed him, her brain already in a state of constant overload.

Before leaving, Lin Mo spoke again:

"Wait a minute, I'm also going to give a public lecture on alchemy at the school."

"Remember! No members of the Zhang family or dogs are allowed inside!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened once again.

Zhang Heng coughed up another mouthful of blood and fainted immediately!