Chapter 109: Is This SpiritGathering Liquid a Bit…

Because it is only a preliminary understanding of the formula, the skill details provided by the system still contain vague quantitative data, offering only a rough dosage ratio as reference.

But as a man who has already optimized the fourth‑generation rejuvenation elixir, exploring and refining is just a walk in the park.

Taking out the mortar bowl, Ji Ming first grinds the ingredients that need grinding and juices those that need juicing.

Then, clenching his teeth, he slashes his own fingertip hard and lets a small vial of fresh blood flow out.

"It hurts my dad to death, damn…"

He wraps a piece of gauze around it, and soon the tabletop is filled with all kinds of powders and broths.

"Rich ingredients, abstract amounts, materials from the chef's own body, and the inevitable result of turning everything into mush…"

Tapping the big pot with a spatula, Ji Ming suddenly feels a sense of déjà vu.

"Why does my potion‑brewing skill feel more and more like Indian cuisine?"

He tosses the chaotic thoughts aside, lights the pot, boils water, and begins simmering the medicine.

When tired, he takes a sip of the fourth‑generation rejuvenation elixir; when annoyed, he thinks about the quest reward.

He wipes the sweat from his forehead, and Ai Ge plops onto the ground.

Ripping off his clothes, Ji Ming breathes heavily while cursing.

Hok immediately turns his gaze there, realizing that a human has indeed mastered his unique technique.

Ah!

"I…"

He puts the potion bottle back on the table, Ji Ming thinks briefly, and fetches some red su grass from the storage room.

Under the stimulation and shock, Cloi's mind regains its ability to think.

Edible testing, comparative testing of different administration methods, efficacy testing after adding red su grass, a comprehensive test of the effect's duration, and detailed studies of various indicators under different ingredient ratios…

"Do you want money?"

"What the hell are these players up to!?"

The map trembled briefly, then began playing a video.

And upon learning that they were recruited by the Holy Seat as instructors, everyone became extremely excited.

He unscrewed the cap and took a slight sip.

He glanced through the light twice.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then a weak voice floated out.

By the way, speaking of it, what is that big green‑skinned one doing now?

"Feels not bad, not as stinky as imagined."

"Guh~ kill me…"

Such a precious elixir certainly can't be stored directly in the Clinic, so he took all the SpiritGathering Liquid back to the dungeon.

"Of course, I'm an instructor."

Unfortunately, although they are eager to learn, there are almost no innate talents who can master it instantly.

If my teaching quality is poor, I won't get fired, right?

Cloi's breathing quickened slightly.

Oh, except for Hok, playing mind games with him would be a waste.

But then he thought, since I'm already like this, what is there to fear?

"You might be curious about my true identity."

"Mouse Kid, don't be afraid, I'm a doctor."

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Whoa, it's huge and green, powerful!"

"No."

"We need someone with a certain strength, and who understands the bizarre existence well enough to guard this place, so that at least when something happens, they can relay information back."

He forced himself to stir a few times, then quickly sealed the pot, placed the lucky stone on top, and retreated out of the room.

Cloi closed her eyes, biting her back molars.

And though it is clearly pure, this shape and posture inevitably remind one of something very bad.

Ji Ming didn't continue the conversation, but teleported away from the prison.

Cloi tilted her head slightly, saw the doctor holding a wooden fish, and instantly felt sorrow.

"So… feeling…"

But he didn't have to wait long; a booming crack echoed from the brewing chamber.

"And this existence… is me?"

"Alright, actually I'm working for a great being that wishes to occupy this place."

"Damn!"

And for some reason, almost every player learned this skill first, and when they try to use it they howl 'Sprint'!

Then he was drowned by a mountain of fish.

He sighed, but heard another burst of cheers from the crowd.

She felt her breath pause briefly, and tentatively asked.

And these two bits of joy bring me even more joy; what I obtain should be a dream‑like blissful time.

Listening to Ji Ming's words, Cloi offered no objections.

But his little otherworldly Karami could never match battle‑scarred players.

"Sprint!"

He touched his big head.

He didn't realize that when he taught he had said this skill required a slogan, so he hurried over to ask.

So, how could the frail human doctor before him be connected to such a massive force?

"Sprint!"

This also cast a few dark clouds over Hawk's mood, which had just turned better.

Hearing footsteps, Cloi subconsciously tried to sit up.

Its effect is to clear heat, but locally it is often used as a dye herb, colorless, odorless, and edible.

Yet no matter how hard they tried, all they showed was ordinary running.

Thinking to himself, he shifted the camera onto Hawk.

After receiving the favor, Hawk dared not delay, and hurriedly led the squad to a flat plaza.

Since Mouse Kid supplied many volunteers, Ji Ming went through all the experiments in one go.

Things obtained too easily are not cherished; good things need to be refined many times to be known as precious.

"It happened in one go? I really am a master of brewing…"

Ji Ming snapped his fingers, using a spark of fire technique to scorch the dagger's edge.

"The center is the magical warship Great Holy Seat, where we now stand; around it lies an abandoned fortress, and farther away is a naturally formed underground plain."

"…Ms. Buluowa, this is a new formula I've devised; could you help me taste and confirm it?"

"You need to make up for the merit."

Cloi scrambled up from the ground and grabbed the rail.

For the first time, they had a job they liked and an endless supply of fish, and the two joys coincided.

"What about martial skills? Can we have martial skills!?"

The players brandished weapons, shouting while sprinting.

Bloodied all over, Ji Ming finally obtained a fairly reliable SpiritGathering Liquid recipe.

Not daring to kill himself means he still wants to live; everything still has room for negotiation.

Perhaps having guessed his doubt, the other party actually began to explain.

"…This is the new medicine from our Clinic; just have the lady drink it, it's definitely not…"

【Congratulations, skill upgraded】

Even though he wrapped several layers of cloth around his mouth and nose, at this moment he still couldn't hold it back.

Though he scolded verbally, Hawk was in a good mood today, and his large fang‑filled mouth was almost unable to close.

"May we have a word?"

How could anyone give themselves such a strange name!

By the time the sun set, seven or eight despondent Mouse Kids were already lying flat on the table.

Moreover, when these humans saw themselves, they didn't run away in fear; instead, they all gathered around.

Being on such good terms with Da Huang, they must have already encountered players by now.

Just like every previous time, the sequentially added herbs quickly turned into a pot of multicolored black viscous substance.

In fact, when Ji Ming poked it with a wooden stick, its extreme viscosity even drew out a transparent filament between them.

"Then what merit must I establish?"

The doctor, with a half‑smile, half‑frown, outright denied it.

After confirming that the juice of red Su grass wouldn't affect the SpiritGathering Liquid's efficacy, the two were combined, producing a red‑hued "SpiritGathering First Generation."

Moreover, its potency far exceeds that of rejuvenation liquid; after just a sip, he felt his energy instantly replenished.

"Does this mean we can learn weapon usage from you?"

He was slightly startled, yet furrowed his brows.

"Hmm, that's good."

…

The doctor suddenly laughed, shrugging lightly.

And his name is… "Seek Death"?

He originally thought the doctor's promise of a hundred subordinates was just talk, but even Da Huang swore solemnly, patting his chest for him.

However, this place was never visited before; after all, being connected in all directions meant being besieged on all sides, and who knows what might burst out of the darkness.

It looks like, very much like.

"You… you mean you want me to work for that great being as well?"

He moved the stone, lifted the pot lid, and a strong exotic fragrance spread out.

"Don't give up; this is our Orc tribe's unique technique, and we teach you because you have a good attitude!"

"Mouse Kid, honored guest!"

"Walk north from here and you'll find an ancient battlefield, where many wandering undead liches roam."

"It's not that simple, werewolf; you are the sinner who attacked our members."

Even at his age, Ji Ming had never before seen a warrior who could drink fish as if it were water; his throat and eyes were as hard as iron, utterly unafraid of being pierced.

"This is a dungeon that has been passed down for ten thousand years, its area almost as large as the Dark Forest and other great places."

He waited patiently for two minutes, and when there was no further movement, he pushed the door open and went inside.

There are people, there is land, there is strength; they caught it but didn't kill themselves…

The Pioneers only wore inexplicable smiles.

But why did it become like this?

Soon, he was so duped that even his talent skill 【Barbaric Rush】 trembled out.

"I don't dare…"

So he lifted the wooden fish and teleported straight here.

But today was different; not only had a large crowd gathered here, they were also shouting wildly.

"Great, no need for words!"

"I only locked you up; your hands and feet aren't bound, you could just kill yourself, you know?"

Even the beloved disciple strongly recommended by that dog‑person knight couldn't learn many skills because his blood‑qi value was simply too low.

Getting up to loosen his stiff muscles, Ji Ming tidied up the medicine‑brewing room,

【SpiritGathering Liquid Production·Basic→Proficient】

The concoction still tasted like lemon water, but with a few extra notes of sharpness and sweetness.

Ji Ming crouched down and said sincerely,

"What do you want?"

"What are you all doing?"

... AdaiEr, this is the special Rejuvenating Liquid I prepared for you; drink it quickly.

Huo Ke hesitated.

A volunteer who shook his head and wagged his tail, looking extremely excited, was called out by Mouse Kid's subordinates and thoughtfully tied to a wooden rack.

"If possible, could you make me a few fish?"

So Ji Ming waved his hand dramatically and displayed the dungeon map before Cloi.

He, showing a grimace, filled a glass bottle with some, placed it before his eyes, and gave it a gentle shake.

"This skill is so hard to learn, Instructor Huo Ke."

Known: mica stone is gray, blood is red, blue‑berry is blue, even the intermediate brewing stage is black.

Da Huang has already arranged a residence for himself; the dungeon doesn't need money, so it seems I have nothing else I need…

Although, however.

He just kept lying on the ground, swaying.

"Maybe, who knows?"

So why is there a beautiful snow‑white mass shimmering at the bottom of the pot right now?

A werewolf living on the barren plains had never seen such high‑tech gadget, and his eyes widened instantly.

The first thing he saw was the prison; the only prisoner, Cloi, lay upright on the ground.

Cloi asked immediately, but the doctor simply shut his mouth.

Exactly, this is how SpiritGathering Liquid should look!

Although I don't know who they are, it's clear that pulling any one out would be something that could hang itself.

Zombie demon dragon, hateful angel, ghost‑wood giant elk—one after another materialized,

for a long while.

"Damn! I added my own blood, not a herring can, so why does it smell so strong?"

"That doesn't look like it at all; this is clearly a medicine!"

Ji Ming was still laughing, but as his blood poured into the pot, an indescribable odor burst out like an explosion.

Ji Ming concealed the smile at the corner of his mouth and enlarged the map.

He was still pondering, but before long, the so‑called Pioneers actually began arriving at the newbie village.

The white slime indeed turned into red slime, looking perfectly normal, as if the Rejuvenating Liquid had simply become a bit thicker.

"What is this..."

After a moment of heavy, solemn silence, he continued.

He mashed out some juice, put it in a small bowl, and mixed it with a spoonful of SpiritGathering Liquid.

Watching the pure white slime sway inside, he gritted his teeth and praised.

At first, he thought that just teaching the more generic techniques like 【Charge】 and 【Heavy Slash】 would be enough.

"So this world also has Orcs? WAAAGH!!!"

"Saving energy, Instructor!"

"Right, do you want money?"

Putting aside other things, using such a vast space as a prison would certainly make a massive fortress.

He looked down with excitement, but his smile froze.

At that moment, players were logging in en masse; he edited a notice about tomorrow's new version release and, seated behind the curtain, began peeking at the screen.

"Yeah."

Although it still looks a bit off, compared to yesterday it is now normal.

Da Mie, you could be killed with a single punch!

Since joining the Edge Blade, I've almost turned from a guitar snow leopard into a cheese snow leopard; my daily in‑game activity is maxed out.

Since this area's name is all 'Training Grounds', there naturally won't be a shortage of wide, flat plazas.