Chapter 501: You Tricked Me Into Having a Son Again!

Hong Wu squinted, but did not move forward.

Because she knew that if she acted on her own, it would end in a big fight with Gu Wuyou.

It was something she had grown bored of and held little significance.

"Fine, I won't go in, but Gu Wuyou, let me warn you—don't get tricked."

Hong Wu lingered at the doorway for a moment, then turned and left.

The other Academy disciples who had gathered for fun were reluctant to leave.

They were eager to know what Ye Qingran had done to persuade Gu Wuyou and give her a third option.

The Classroom was in utter disarray.

Gu Wuyou's complexion grew even uglier upon seeing the scene.

"How long have you been trying to refine the Fire Spirit Pill?"

Ye Qingran asked first.

"More than a year."

"Why did it fail? Couldn't you make the pill?"

"Yes."

He had spent over a year, from studying the order of ingredient addition to their fusion, but got stuck at the final pill‑making step; three months had passed with no progress.

"Hmm, that's pretty good!"

Ye Qingran nodded, her tone approving.

Gu Wuyou turned his head, somewhat surprised, to look at her.

For a brief instant just now, she gave him the impression that she was a tremendously powerful alchemy master.

But wasn't she the Academy's Instructor?

How could she possibly be a renowned Alchemist?

It must have been his illusion.

"Modern elixirs and ancient elixirs differ greatly in their refining methods; the fact that you can already reach a Seven-grade Elixir so quickly is already impressive."

Ye Qingran was speaking the truth.

Because of changes in habits, ingredient properties, and so on, refining ancient elixirs in the present is extremely difficult.

Nevertheless, with diligent study, it is not impossible.

"Do you practice alchemy?"

Gu Wuyou voiced the doubt in his heart.

"A little, I suppose."

Ye Qingran said naturally.

The Way of Elixirs is profound, like an endless sea of learning; who dares claim to master it all?

Compared with the boundless expanse of alchemy, each individual only grasps a tiny fragment.

Even though she is far stronger than others, she is still merely one among the countless beings.

Thus, saying she knows a little is not false.

But to Gu Wuyou's ears, the words took on a different flavor.

He thought Ye Qingran only understood some alchemy basics, not that she was a formidable alchemist.

"What about the second half of the precautions for the Fire Spirit Pill?"

Gu Wuyou asked impatiently.

"I can give it to you, but if I wipe clean the incident of me destroying your alchemy chamber, how about that?"

Gu Wuyou thought for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, if you truly have the second half of the precautions, I agree not to pursue the matter further."

Ye Qingran handed him another slip of paper, "It's written in great detail; with your skill, you shouldn't need to ask me—just a few attempts and you'll succeed."

Gu Wuyou took it skeptically, opened it, and his eyes widened gradually.

Besides the complete Ancient Seven-grade Fire Spirit Pill formula, it also listed precautions for each step. He glanced at it and realized what problem he had always thought existed.

An impulse to try it again immediately surged in his mind.

He indeed did so.

He produced a new alchemical crucible and, without a word, began the attempt.

It was fiery and chaotic, leaving Ye Qingran gaping in astonishment.

Sure enough, a alchemy maniac!

His spirit even moved her.

If this guy were a bit more serious, learning modern elixir refinement, he could at least craft a Nine-grade Elixir by now!

Nevertheless, mastering the more difficult ancient elixir refinement will make future modern elixir crafting much easier.

"Hold on a moment."

Ye Qingran promptly halted Gu Wuyou's next move.

Gu Wuyou looked at her, puzzled.

"Are you sure you want to use this crucible?"

Ye Qingran pointed at the huge black crucible and asked.

"Otherwise? I checked; this type of crucible was the most popular in ancient times and is currently the most recognized."

"What if I tell you you're wrong?"

Gu Wuyou blinked, seeming a bit confused.

"Actually, a smaller crucible works better; you can try it if you don't believe me."

Ye Qingran said, taking a small medicine cauldron out of Shen Nong Space.

Gu Wuyou hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

"Before forming the pill, use Spirit Fire at seventy percent power; when forming the pill, adjust it to fifty percent."

Gu Wuyou said nothing, nodded, and again immersed themselves in their own alchemy world.

Ye Qingran stood behind him for a while, then stepped out of the Classroom.

The Academy's disciples, overwhelmingly inclined not to join the bustle, swore not to leave.

Thus, the two stayed in the Classroom for nearly half an hour, yet they still stubbornly guarded the doorway.

Consequently, when Ye Qingran emerged, the previously listless disciples each became vigorous again.

At first glance, Ye Qingran was safe and sound.

Upon closer inspection, she was still unscathed.

There was no difference from before she went in.

The door closed again; the crowd waited a moment, but Gu Wuyou did not appear.

"Where is Gu Wuyou?"

Someone asked softly.

"He should be alchemizing, I guess."

Ye Qingran's steps halted, and she answered the question with a smile.

Alchemizing?

Why did Gu Wuyou suddenly start alchemizing a pill?

Shouldn't he have dealt with Ye Qingran first?

"Instructor Ye, how exactly did you handle Gu Wuyou?"

Someone, seeing Ye Qingran about to leave, finally found the courage to voice the doubt in their heart.

Ye Qingran lifted her lips in a smile, "Guess!"

After speaking, she turned and left; her silhouette drifted ethereally.

"Ahhh! What on earth happened?!"

"I'm going crazy!"

"How on earth did Instructor Ye soothe Gu Wuyou?"

The half‑hour of commotion made the disciples even more curious, their hearts itching from the teased truth.

The Tian‑character First‑Class finally is about to start school.

"Mother, tomorrow Xiao Hu and I will go to school; today you don't need to go to the Academy, so accompany us out to play."

Ye Qingran was preparing a healing pill and Silver Needle for Nangong Mo, while Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen poked their heads out at the doorway.

One each side, adorable.

Ye Qingran felt a wave of softness in her heart.

Normally, she would have agreed long ago.

But…

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Chen, it's like this: Uncle Mo's injury is severe, and these days are a critical treatment period; Mother probably doesn't have time to accompany you today."

Hearing that, Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen felt somewhat disappointed.

But thinking of Uncle Mo's crippled legs, they couldn't help feeling a pang of sympathy.

"Mother, then just focus on treating Uncle Mo; you don't need to worry about us, we'll go play on our own."

"Okay, we'll go with Sister Bing Er and the others. Mother, you just do your best to help Uncle Mo stand up quickly!"

Ye Qingran showed a hint of a satisfied smile.

The boys being so sensible makes this old mother feel heartache!

"Alright, Mother will accompany you next time."

"Okay~"

Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen finally ran off.

Nangong Mo and Qing Shu, who came from a side corridor, heard their conversation and wore complicated expressions.

"Master, Miss Ye's two children are truly sensible."

"Indeed, they are good children, following their parents."

Nangong Mo smiled, and a glint appeared in his eyes.

"You're here? Prepare yourself, I'll give you Acupuncture..."

Seeing Nangong Mo approach, Ye Qingran called out.

Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen went out to play.

They are at a mischievous age; even if they are sensible, they still have a playful heart.

The two kids are top‑tier cute, with peak looks; walking on the street, they get a 200% turn‑back rate.

Especially the aunties, covering their hearts, sighing.

"You tricked me into having a son again!"

Hong Wu, idle today, was strolling the streets of Shenzhou City, and when she turned a corner, she happened to meet the two kids.