Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 80 - 71: Hidden Problems in the Prescription, Plant Cultivation Machines, the Bronze Style Trend (Double-length)
Outside the grand hall of the dormitory, the wind howled wildly.
In the hall, you could even hear the whistling sound of the wind brushing against the walls, and the rustling of vine leaves on the roof.
In the darkness, Bai Mo’s eyes reflected the light of the tablet.
He sat on the bed, covered with a quilt, still delving into herbal formulas.
A dozen or so fox apprentices crawled under the quilt.
Some rested their fluffy heads on the master’s shoulder, their fox eyes gazing at the tablet together.
Some curled up next to the master, already holding their heads and sleeping.
Some snuggled at the master’s feet, covering his feet with their big tails.
Foxes piled up at the edge of the bed, trying to be as close to the master as possible, huddling together, stacking on top of each other, whispering fox words to each other, or holding their heads to sleep soundly.
...
Bai Mo looked at the tablet, his fingers writing and drawing, filling page after page in the note-taking software. His mind raced, contemplating various herbs, pondering each transformation, his understanding of the "Brain Reviving Soup" formula becoming increasingly profound and thorough.
It must be said, from the previous Fire Moon Soup, to the later Bright Eyes Soup, Miracle Cream, and now this Brain Reviving Soup... the formulas required for advancement were all very mysterious! They contained too much knowledge.
This time, Bai Mo had fully understood the Brain Reviving Soup, and his knowledge in the Alchemy Dao had made great progress.
But... for some reason, he still had an uneasy feeling. He still felt that there was something not quite right with this formula?
Though considering the style and nature of the slave-driven Ancient Immortal Dynasty, where something seems off might indeed be very fitting... Bai Mo inwardly mocked, stroking the head of a fox apprentice, rethinking, reviewing, and sorting out the formula again... 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Time passed by, minute by minute.
The tablet battery died and shut off automatically.
The dormitory hall plunged into darkness.
Bai Mo lay down under the quilt, stroking the fox apprentices’ heads, his eyes open in the pitch-black hall, while his mind flashed with various herbs, transformations, and principles.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brow...
"Roadside Flower.
"The Roadside Flower used in the formula, after its third transformation, the golden sap in the leaf veins will bring some side effects.
"The specific side effect is...
"It will slightly change my personality, making me..."
Bai Mo pondered deeply.
"Will it make me lose some emotions and become more indifferent?"
Can this side effect be avoided?
No.
Roadside Flower is one of the main ingredients of the Brain Reviving Soup, and its processing and property changes are crucial in the whole formula, linking with other herbs closely. There is no room to avoid it.
"Perhaps, in a slave-driven Ancient Immortal Dynasty, losing some emotions and becoming more indifferent isn’t such a big deal?"
After all, this is an unavoidable prescription on this path, required to be brewed and consumed regardless.
But...
A greater unease suddenly surged in Bai Mo’s heart.
"Losing some emotions, becoming more indifferent, then, does that mean ’I’ have been changed?
"This change isn’t significant, and the changed ’me’ won’t differ much from before.
"But what about the next time? If the next advancement formula changes me again? Changes me two or three times?
"How many times will I be altered if I continue down this path?
"What will ’I’ become in the end?
"Will ’I’ still be ’me’?"
In the hall, there were only the even breathing sounds of foxes sleeping soundly.
Outside the hall, the rampaging wind blew somewhere over a mountain notch, suddenly changing sound! Eerie winds drifted through the heaven and earth, akin to a low, distant chuckle!
Bai Mo furrowed his brow tighter, only to see the Black Ears lying beside him suddenly open its eyes, its reddish-brown pupils glowing in the dark. It grinned cheekily; it had just been pretending to sleep! The master wasn’t sleeping, and it didn’t want to either, wanting to stay with the master.
Seeing the master frown, it got up, nudging the master’s shoulder, pointing at the tablet, asking if the formula was a problem?
Bai Mo smiled, patted its head, and tucked it back under the quilt.
"No problem, everything is going smoothly.
"Sleep tight."
Bai Mo placed the tablet aside, lay down himself, and closed his eyes.
This matter might be troublesome but perhaps not hopeless?
The issues of the ancients might not be unsolvable by the modern man.
He closed his eyes, trying to find a solution. Recalling the knowledge, planting experiences, and alchemy experiences he had learned over the years, starting some thoughts, some trials, some deductions...
The wind still howled outside the hall, at times becoming that strange, low chuckle.
But Bai Mo didn’t care about the wind.
He reached out and felt the head of the Black Gloves.
On his other side lay the furry neck of Quanquan Hu.
Hugging his arm was Bai Liandan’Er’s front paw.
The soft big tail at his feet, was it Peach Blossom Eyes or Black Shoes?
Bai Mo slightly expanded his Divine Sense, confirming that this group of fellows was indeed asleep, then immersed his whole mind into the problem, into the deductions.
...
The morning on Fox Mountain still shrouded in dimness.
The wild wind blew through troughs and rooftops, still emitting that chuckling sound, as if mocking someone’s impractical fantasies and meaningless efforts.
In a dimly lit warehouse, over a dozen fox apprentices busily ran back and forth through corridors and cabinets, bringing the master various herbs, soups, and seeds.
"Dragon Snake Vine, give me ten roots."
