Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 32: A Bucket Full of Medicinal Soup
Master said, this bucket of medicinal soup, although the ingredients are not expensive, is not easy to refine. So let’s not let that group mess with it anymore; let’s leave this whole bucket for them.
White Finger looked at the soup, then at the bucket containing the soup.
This medicinal soup is indeed not valuable; there are many more of this grade of medicinal soup in the warehouse, almost going moldy. But the bucket is different! This small bronze bucket was dug out from the ruins by senior and junior brothers, and there aren’t many buckets on the mountain, so it must be used sparingly.
White Finger saw various stainless steel and glass containers just used by Wang Fangyue for alchemy on the stage. It decisively jumped onto the stage and poured the medicinal soup from the bucket into a small stainless steel bucket.
Clattering...
Shortly after, the medicinal soup was transferred, and White Finger was very satisfied.
Mission accomplished, Master said, we’ll go have fried chicken together later!
Wearing the Invisibility Beast Hide, it silently left this small meeting room.
...
In the banquet hall for sending off Professor Zhang, melodious music played.
Everyone clinked glasses, and the atmosphere was lively.
Bai Mo, eating smoked steak, felt relieved.
"It’s settled."
Beside him, White Tail Tip was gnawing on steak, feeling slightly guilty as it glanced at Master.
It had been indulging itself here, its stomach was already round. In the end, it was White Finger who went to work. Wouldn’t that be unfair to White Finger?
But Bai Mo patted its head, using telepathy to communicate.
"We’ll steal two roasted chickens later and give an extra meal to White Finger."
White Tail Tip nodded! Stealing chickens! Foxes love stealing chickens!
Suddenly, they saw someone stumbling into the banquet hall, flustered, looking around nervously, finally spotting Chairman Chen Shu, they hurried over and whispered.
Seeing Chairman Chen Shu and Professor Zhang’s faces suddenly change, they immediately got up and left the banquet hall quickly.
Many people present, though not saying much, secretly whispered to each other.
"What happened?"
"Why did Chairman Chen Shu and Professor Zhang leave so suddenly?"
"Judging by their expressions, something seems off?"
...
Bai Mo’s phone quickly vibrated, receiving a message. It was from the director of the secretariat.
[Expert Bai Mo, there’s an urgent task for you! Could you guard the door of the small meeting room at the far east of the sixth floor of the office building?]
The far east of the sixth floor? Isn’t that the place where Wang Fangyue was making trouble?
Bai Mo patted White Tail Tip.
"Quick, stuff the rest in your mouth; we have to execute a mission."
White Tail Tip nodded, stuffing a big piece of steak in its mouth, cheeks puffed up, and followed Master out. It looked back at the tray once more, noticing the plate for the roasted chicken was still empty, not refilled. Will there still be a chance to steal a chicken tonight?
...
Not only Bai Mo, but several other experts were also invited to the door of this small meeting room.
Medical staff could be seen carrying stretchers in and out, with Professor Zhang nervously directing.
"Be careful, keep them sitting!
"Make sure not to spill the liquid in their mouths!"
Although not very skilled, he could approximate that the liquid held strong life essence.
Even the unconscious Wang Fangyue was carried away on a stretcher.
But the Immortal Technique Committee was already suspicious, with senior committee members following the medical staff to keep an eye on everyone!
Master Chong and Bai Mo stood together, clicking their tongues in amazement.
"The Immortal Technique Committee sure has a lot of strange occurrences."
After the medical staff left the scene, a material collecting team with various collecting instruments entered again, starting to gather traces and materials on the site.
...
After some operations, Professor Zhang went to the office next door, with Chairman Chen Shu, to watch the surveillance footage of the meeting room.
Seeing the female secretaries and students lying with heads back, necks exposed, mouths expelling buds, the two exchanged glances, hair standing on end!
Wasn’t Alchemy Dao supposed to not be the evil way?
What could this bizarre scene mean?
Professor Zhang vaguely speculated... Could Wang Fangyue be attempting to cultivate Blood Downy Flowers in this manner, using human vessels?
Seeing Wang Fangyue step down from the stage, reaching towards Fang Xiaoyu’s face, Chairman Chen Shu remained silent. While Professor Zhang’s face turned ashen.
When Wang Fangyue was suddenly bizarrely knocked away, both widened their eyes.
Seeing a small spoon extend from the void, lightly touching the bud expelled by Fang Xiaoyu, causing it to rot...
The two exchanged glances again, understanding simultaneously.
"Mr. Mystery!"
Despite the small spoon extending from the void, it seemed eerie and unsettling. But they were used to it. After all, it was Mr. Mystery’s doing; no matter how strange, it was ordinary to them.
They continued watching the surveillance, seeing the bronze spoon repeatedly reaching out of the void, tapping on the buds from the female secretaries, saving one person after another.
They inexplicably felt relieved.
Professor Zhang patted his chest.
"Phew... Fortunately, when I had the medical staff move them, they didn’t spill out that mouthful of soup from their mouths. Indeed, it was something useful."
Chairman Chen Shu nodded, also feeling a lingering fear.
"I don’t understand Alchemy Dao. But since Mr. Mystery intervened, it probably isn’t a big problem."
They continued watching the surveillance, seeing the void above the stage’s stainless steel bucket suddenly pouring out medicinal soup!
Clattering...
Shortly after, the small stainless steel bucket was filled.
Some even spilled outside.
Chairman Chen Shu and Professor Zhang locked eyes, widening them!
"This..."
"This is..."
"Is this the medicinal soup Mr. Mystery left for us?"
"A full bucket, all for us?"
Chairman Chen Shu immediately took out his phone, dialing a number directly.
"Is this the material collecting team?
"Stay put in the warehouse, protect all the materials, and wait for my arrival.
"The materials must not suffer any mishaps."
Chairman Chen Shu and Professor Zhang, trying their best to conceal their excitement, quickly went downstairs to the material warehouse.
...
In the large warehouse, row upon row of cabinets contained various materials, bottles, jars, bags... liquids, solids, blood traces...
The bucket of medicinal soup, just retrieved from the small meeting room, sat on the warehouse floor, yet to be sealed and stored.
The staff from the material collection department stood aside.
Watching as Professor Zhang and Chairman Chen Shu crouched beside the stainless steel bucket, closely examining the clear azure medicinal soup inside.
These two were still unsure of what Wang Fangyue had done.
Nor were they sure of the exact efficacy of the medicinal soup.
This was something they had never encountered before; it was also a medicinal soup they had never seen before.
Professor Zhang spoke softly.
"Not recognizing it isn’t an issue. I’ll take a little bit, and ask the Ancient Immortal Master in my dream."
Chairman Chen Shu sighed, looking at the full bucket of medicinal soup, recalling the spill seen in the surveillance, feeling a twinge of regret.
"This medicinal soup... must be very precious.
"Will you take it back to Shangjing City?"
Logically, it should be taken back!
This bucket of medicinal soup, holds significant meaning, not only resolving this incident but similar incidents as well!
Moreover, tonight’s affairs must be reported to Shangjing City for study. This bucket of medicinal soup certainly won’t remain fully in West State City.
Yet an inexplicable thought of the bureaucrats and politicians in Shangjing popped into Professor Zhang’s mind.
"Take it back?
"Do they... deserve it?"
