I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 192 Yi Laoba's Thick Soup, the Magic Potion Turned into Ghoul Feed

Seemingly sensing the harshness in Ivan's words, the young man quickly smiled and said, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean any hostility or sarcasm."

"on the contrary!

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At this point, the young man's face showed admiration and amazement: "I have never seen such a brave person as you in my entire life!"

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"You were able to take the potion for such a long time without any spiritual concealment!"

"Such courage in the face of danger, such boldness in the face of ridicule, is something I have always dared to think about but never dared to do."

At this moment, the young man's eyes shone brightly.

"I can sense that you are a true, pure potion-making monk!"

"I believe that with your unwavering dedication and passion for potions, you will surely reach unprecedented heights."

Hearing such flattering words from the other side, Ivan coughed and said, "I must say, you have a good eye for talent."

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Seeing that Ivan had relented, the young man said with a smile on his face.

"You may not know this, but the legendary first potion was developed by a witch."

"The reason we've gathered so much copper material is to forge a perfect crucible so that we can perfectly refine the potion."

"We gain the witch's approval through this training in potions."

He looked at the crucible in Ivan's hand and said with envy, "The material of your crucible is so excellent. If you were willing to join us, you would surely win the witch's favor."

Ivan cut to the chase and asked the core question: "What's in it for me?"

The young man smiled and said, "We have some good connections here that can help you collect some rather special potion ingredients, as well as some obscure and unusual potion recipes."

"Since you have such an excellent crucible, it means you want to pursue further studies in the field of potion making."

"And within our Witches' Guild, there are many professionals and enthusiasts in this field."

"If you join us, I believe it will be of great help to your future path."

Upon hearing this, Ivan had to admit that he was tempted.

He glanced down at the business card in his hand:

Kane Raisa Aiden, General Manager of Raisa Corporation.

Ivan thought for a moment and said, "I need to go back and think about it first. I'll get back to you when I have time."

He needs to investigate the origins of this group first.

Don't join some cult organization without your knowledge.

Aiden smiled and nodded, "I sincerely apologize for the previous misunderstanding."

Then he pulled out a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over: "This is my sincerity, and also my apology."

When Evan saw the money, his eyes lit up.

After carefully examining the money to make sure there was no capitalist curse involved—

Ivan nodded with satisfaction, giving his approval and praise.

"Mr. Aiden, I admire a straightforward and responsible man like you!"

"I will seriously consider today's suggestion!"

Then Ivan strode out from behind the shadows.

Parker, who had been waiting in the distance, hurried over and asked curiously, "Nephew Arkham! How did it go? Did you figure it out?"

Ivan smiled and nodded: "The investigation is complete. It didn't cause any serious consequences. I just gave him a good scolding."

With that, Ivan shook the crucible in his hand: "I've got my stuff back too, so let's just call it even."

Looking at the composed and confident Ivan, Parker said with admiration, "I never expected you to improve so quickly!"

"He's not just a doctor! He's a detective too!"

Ivan grinned: "Just a figurehead!"

The two chatted for a while as they walked back, and Parker quickly returned to his work.

Evan then took his beloved crucible back to Gooding Street.

On the way, he bought some bread, raw pork, and other ingredients he would need later.

When he got home, he immediately used his bronze hands to crush the piece of raw pork into a paste with tremendous force.

Then I mixed it into bread and fed it to the skinny little orange cat.

The little orange cat seemed to recognize Evan's scent, nuzzled against his hand a couple of times, and then lowered its head to wolf down its food.

After settling the kitten in his room, Evan immediately took the crucible and went into the kitchen.

After setting up the spiritual shield, he quickly took out the materials he had bought on his way back.

White sea salt, rosemary, and a lead block.

Finally, he raised his hand and cut open his wrist, digging out a piece of semi-solid blood.

"Come on, let's see how ruthless the ghouls are!"

With everything ready, Evan quickly recalled Pru's memories and went through the potion-making process carefully.

After confirming that there were no problems, he turned around, picked up a large bowl, filled it, and poured it all into the crucible.

Then, he placed his hands beside the crucible and infused them with a trace of spirituality.

"I want to concoct a potion that can buffer the toxicity of magic and protect the person who takes it."

The expectations that Evan had instilled were different from those of the ghoul Pru.

Pru's initial hope was to create a potion that could contain more of the ghoul god's blessings.

Ivan had little interest in embracing the blessings of those ghoul gods.

His primary concern was protecting Hill and Richard's health.

After the spiritual infusion was complete, Ivan injected his own blood, which resembled a piece of pitch-black jelly, into it.

Because he needed to refine potions, he did not activate his fourth demon hunter trait: poison blood.

The blood in my hand is completely non-toxic.

After pouring the blood into it, Evan picked up a spoon and began to stir it quickly.

A few minutes later, as the black coals at the bottom of the pot burned fiercely against the pot's walls, the water in the crucible began to boil, and the blood inside began to coagulate.

Evan immediately threw in the rosemary, white sea salt, and a lead weight the size of his index finger.

Finally, another miraculous scene unfolded.

The water temperature is absolutely not high enough to melt the lead block.

However, the solid lead began to dissolve rapidly after being placed inside.

All the ingredients were mixed together, and Evan began to stir faster.

Just then, a peculiar fluctuation was detected from the crucible.

"Didn't you eat? Push harder!"

Ivan grinned: "No wonder you're my son's ass, you're getting more and more energetic with each word!"

Finally, Ivan started stirring frantically with a spoon. As the water evaporated rapidly, the liquid inside gradually turned into a strange, thick black soup.

At that moment, another fluctuation was heard from the crucible.

Stir slowly over low heat.

Ivan quickly slowed down and then turned down the gas valve on the stove, causing the flames to dim.

This state continued for about two more minutes before the crucible emitted another notification.

"It's ready to serve!"

Ivan immediately picked up the crucible, turned around, and poured it into the bowl.

Then, after he put the crucible down, he found a clump of thick, greenish liquid in the bowl, which was still bubbling.

The surface of this thing was bubbling and turning, constantly emitting a smell like rotten eggs, as if something inside was rotten.

"Damn! Why is it different from what we made in Pru?"

Evan scratched his head.

In my memory, what Pru refined was a bowl of light blue liquid. Although it was slightly viscous and clung to the sides of the bowl, it was still relatively transparent overall.

Why does this thing I made look like a green pile of poop?

"Could it be that the potion failed because I changed my expectations?"

Ivan stared at the green blob and began to doubt himself.

"Forget it! Let's just do it first!"

Then Evan picked up the bowl and gulped it down in one go.

Although it smells a bit unpleasant, it doesn't taste very good when you put it in your mouth; it just has a bitter, herbal flavor.

[You have consumed an incomplete protective potion. Effects last: 10 minutes.]

[Effect: During the duration of the drug's effects, it can help the user withstand the side effects equivalent to two bottles of medium-grade potions.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

Evan, who had just swallowed the potion, was filled with excitement and joy upon seeing this notification.

"Haha! It's done! It's done! I, Yi Laoba, have succeeded!"

Evan was so excited that he danced around, and then immediately clicked the reversal button.

You reversed the side effects of the unfinished protective potion.

[Reversal progress: 60 hours.]

"ah!?"

Upon seeing this time reversal, Evan's mouth, which was halfway to joy, froze, and his expression looked quite comical.

The kitten, having finished eating in the bedroom, poked its little head out from the hole in the newspaper covering it, looking at its new owner's strange expression with a puzzled expression.

"Not a buddy!!"

Ivan plopped down on the ground, feeling somewhat dreadful about life.

The longer the reversal process takes, the greater the toxicity.

A temporary effect intermediate potion only has a reversal time of twenty hours.

Three bottles of intermediate-level potions will only last for sixty hours.

This so-called protective potion can only alleviate the side effects of two intermediate potions at most.

But it requires the patient to tolerate three times the toxicity!

"Damn it! After this bottle of medicine, I still owe you a bottle of poison, right!?"

After regaining his senses, Ivan muttered a complaint, rubbed his face, and took a deep breath: "It's okay, this is only the first step. Failure is zero for success."

"As long as there are enough zeros, a 1 will appear sooner or later!"

Then his thoughts shifted: "I wonder if adding a buffer would have any special effects?"

"However, the recipe that Pru gave me was the version without the buffer."

"The power of the buffer is countered by the ghoul king, and those intelligent creatures seem to be much more tolerant of bestiality than the picker."

As he pondered this, he prepared a new set of materials.

This time, as he placed his hands on the crucible, Ivan's expectations were the same as Pru's in his memory.

"I hope to be able to concoct a potion that can contain even more of the Ghoul God's blessings!"

After the apricot blossoms, the same steps were repeated, and after ten minutes, a new potion was brewed.

However, this appearance is even more bizarre, with an overall strange gray-black color.

It's sticky and looks like a lump of freshly mixed concrete, with various mortar-like particles inside.

Ivan frowned upon seeing this: "What happened? I followed the exact same steps to replicate it, so why is the result different?"

While thinking this, his hands didn't stop; he picked up the bowl of concrete and poured it down.

[You have consumed an incomplete Ghoul Premium Feed. Effects last: 20 minutes.]

[Effect: While the drug's effects last, you will be identified by the ghoul horde as someone who picked it.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Fuck! Is this some kind of potion!?"

Upon seeing this message, Evan was so angry he almost smashed the bowl.

"I'm brewing magic potions, what the hell is this ghoul fodder?!"

At this moment, Ivan felt that his worldview had been greatly impacted.

They felt they had been tricked.

He could understand that the previous potion had deviated from expectations.

Moreover, the previous batch of ingredients they refined were indeed magical potions, at least in the general direction.

The second one turned out to be good.

They didn't even manage to concoct a potion; they just turned the ingredients into ghoul fodder!?

And it's supposed to be high-class?!

Ivan's eye kept twitching, but he still didn't drop the bowl in his hand.

"Twist!"

[You reversed the side effects of the unfinished ghoul premium fodder.]

[Reversal progress: 40 hours.]

Looking at the prompts on the panel, Ivan fell into a deep silence.

On the streets where snow is falling.

He was dressed impeccably in a suit and his bow tie was neatly tied, yet he was only half a body, giving off an indescribable eeriness.

However, the other people around him didn't see him at all and walked right past him.

This essentially proves that his ability to split the factory in two is likely an effect of fusion properties.

This made it impossible for the Puya people, who lacked spiritual vision, to see him.

He then walked through the wall as if it were flat ground and arrived at the second floor of the apartment.

His purpose in coming here today is simple: to conduct a surprise inspection.

His informants had told him that Ivan had returned safely from New Haven and had even become an expert.

Byron was surprised by the rapid pace of progress, but also felt a sense of urgency.

Xin Ya, who had previously been completely at ease, now had some doubts again.

He always felt that Evan was pretending to be stupid, deliberately playing dumb with him.

So this time he didn't tell anyone and concealed his form.

He knew there was a prophet on this street who was skilled in insight.

The prophet's vision was superb, but his scope of insight was limited.

His physical form could not obscure his insight.

But once the prophet could sense his presence, Ivan no longer had time to conceal his countermeasures.

"I'd like to see how you, Ping Kui Li, manage to concoct potions at home."

"Are you playing dumb with me, or are you genuinely incredibly stupid?!"

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