Chapter 500: Want to know the second half?

Tch, Ye Qingran, you're giving Gu Wuyou a chance? Who do you think you are?

Ling Xueyao's voice was sharp, her tone mocking.

A torn slip of paper and you think it'll change Gu Wuyou's mind?

Delusional dreamer!

She was waiting for Ye Qingran to be slapped in the face by Gu Wuyou!

But what she didn't expect was that Gu Wuyou actually caught the slip Ye Qingran tossed over and even patiently took a look.

This made her expression shift repeatedly.

After reading it, Gu Wuyou's expression clearly changed.

He seemed quite surprised.

What exactly was written on that slip?

Ling Xueyao's heart felt as if clenched by an invisible hand.

Gu Wuyou's gaze lingered on the slip for a while before he suddenly lifted it, his eyes blazing like torches.

That gaze was sharp as a blade, as if trying to see through Ye Qingran.

Meeting Gu Wuyou's gaze, Ye Qingran's lips curled into a faint arc, calm and composed, letting him size her up.

The two just stared at each other, falling into silence for a moment.

The surrounding Academy disciples all wore looks of doubt.

They were very curious about what exactly was written on Ye Qingran's slip.

It miraculously doused the fury all over Gu Wuyou's body, even causing him to unconsciously withdraw his Imperial Qi, making him seem no longer consumed by uncontrollable rage.

Ye Qingran understood the meaning in Gu Wuyou's eyes, but since he didn't ask outright, she naturally wouldn't volunteer an explanation.

Then let's see who can't hold out first.

Anyway, the curious one isn't her.

Sure enough, after a while, Gu Wuyou finally couldn't hold back and asked:

"How do you have this?"

He held up the slip, his meaning clear.

"Because I wrote it myself!"

Ye Qingran replied with a light smile.

Just now, the content written on the slip she tossed to Gu Wuyou was nothing else—it was the formula and precautions for the Seven-grade Fire Spirit Pill.

Of course, she only wrote half of it.

The Fire Spirit Pill is no ordinary medicinal pill; it is an ancient one. After long transmission, its formula and refining precautions have basically been lost, retained only by a very few families and sects.

Many of those formulas are incomplete.

Even with a complete formula, refining an ancient version of the Fire Spirit Pill is extremely difficult.

Put it this way: nowadays, hardly any Nine-grade Alchemists can refine Seven-grade Fire Spirit Pills.

Gu Wuyou, a disciple of the Renxu 108 Class, has a crazy hobby: researching ancient formulas and refining ancient medicinal pills.

Last time, before Ye Qingran destroyed the alchemy room, she noticed the medicinal residue around the alchemy furnace—it was the waste from failed attempts to refine Fire Spirit Pills.

Moreover, it was piled up like a small mountain, clearly showing many failed attempts.

Even inside the alchemy furnace, there were still the latest residues.

So she concluded that Gu Wuyou was still studying how to refine Fire Spirit Pills and had not yet succeeded.

For someone obsessed with ancient alchemy, what could be more tempting than this?

She wrote it?

Gu Wuyou's pupils trembled, his eyes like those of a hawk, as if trying to see through Ye Qingran.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"What would I gain by lying to you?"

The scales in Gu Wuyou's heart gradually tipped toward believing Ye Qingran.

Her being able to write half of the Fire Spirit Pill's formula and the preceding refining steps already says a lot.

Could it be that she truly knows how to refine Fire Spirit Pills?

That thought stirred something in Gu Wuyou's heart.

"Want to know the second half?"

Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows high, using a tone meant to coax a child.

Gu Wuyou was quite tempted, yet he didn't fully trust Ye Qingran.

On the contrary, the many Academy disciples around were all completely bewildered.

What exactly did Ye Qingran show Gu Wuyou?

And what is the second half?

Just what riddle are they playing?

Gu Wuyou's heart was torn.

On one hand, he was eager, urgently wanting to know the method of refining Fire Spirit Pills; on the other hand, having just met Ye Qingran for the first time, he obviously wouldn't easily believe her.

Ye Qingran wasn't in a hurry either, she said calmly: "Past this village, there's no next shop. You know, ancient things aren't something just anyone can do. Otherwise you wouldn't be stuck here, having gone so long without mastering it, right?"

Gu Wuyou's eyes shifted.

Obviously, Ye Qingran's words hit him right in the heart.

He had spent over a year researching how to refine Fire Spirit Pills, with little to show for it. This time, he went out to gather herbs because the materials for refining Fire Spirit Pills had run out.

"Fine. I'll give you one chance. If you deceive me, it won't be as simple as a pair of hands!"

Gu Wuyou still cannot escape such a huge temptation.

When he said that, his eyes contained a warning.

For him, nothing is more interesting than studying ancient pills.

"Then let's go."

"Where to?"

Gu Wuyou was puzzled.

"The Classroom."

Ye Qingran said it as a matter of course.

"You destroyed the alchemy furnace!"

Mentioning this, Gu Wuyou's aura dropped eight degrees.

That was his favorite alchemy furnace, used for many years, of excellent quality, especially suited for refining ancient pills.

"I was the one who destroyed the furnace; didn't you know?"

The others: "......"

So, are you admitting it?

They first looked at Ye Qingran, then turned to Gu Wuyou.

Yet they saw that, aside from his sullen expression, he showed no extra emotion.

Ye Qingran walked toward the Classroom on her own, Gu Wuyou followed behind her, and the two entered the Classroom one after another.

That scene, oddly enough, looked harmonious.

There was no sword‑drawing tension, no life‑or‑death struggle at all!

The disciples felt they had watched in vain!

They truly couldn't understand how the development was so unexpected.

Logically, shouldn't Gu Wuyou have immediately fought Ye Qingran in anger?

Now, which act are they putting on?

"Damn Ye Qingran, she managed to pull this off!"

Ling Xueyao said she was very unwilling not to see Ye Qingran's tragic end.

"Miss, this must be Ye Qingran's delaying tactic!"

Behind them, Li Māmā squinted and whispered into Ling Xueyao's ear.

"When Gu Wuyou exposes her little schemes, she'll definitely die even more miserably!"

Ling Xueyao thought for a moment and nodded lightly.

"Ye Qingran, Ye Qingran, that little cleverness of yours doesn't apply to everyone. I'm waiting to see your ending."

Ling Xueyao gave a cold smile and then left.

On the courtyard wall, equally astonished, was the loli Hong Wu.

As a fellow class disciple, although they rarely see each other, after years of school‑mate friendship, she somehow still knows Gu Wuyou.

If you slap him, perhaps peace will be kept.

But if you dare touch his alchemy furnace or anything related to alchemy, sorry, you'll die a terrible death.

Ye Qingran clearly destroyed Gu Wuyou's furnace; Gu Wuyou was angry, yet ultimately did not strike her.

Why is that?

"What exactly was written on that note?"

Hong Wu raised an eyebrow, smiled, leapt onto the ground, and walked toward the Classroom doorway.

"Get out!"

Before reaching the doorway, a cold, deep voice came from inside.