After finalizing his experimental plan, Russell pondered for a moment before leaving the classroom.
He headed to the cafeteria and, after communicating with the person in charge, was taken to the food storage warehouse.
The manager opened the large door: “This is the place.
If you’re catching mice, make sure not to dirty the ingredients.” “I will, thank you,” Russell expressed his gratitude.
With no money to buy livestock for experiments, mice became the best choice—small in size, easy to raise, with the only difficulty being their elusiveness.
The manager nodded without saying much more, sitting by the entrance to watch Russell catch the mice.
Russell didn’t mind being observed.
He released his Martial Soul, spreading the Blue-Scaled King Vine along the corners of the warehouse walls.
The vines extended continuously, probing into several mouse holes and waiting at other exits for the mice to fall into the trap.
The vines entering the holes didn’t require active control; the instinct of plant growth would fill every crevice.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the warehouse echoed with incessant “squeaking” sounds, rising and falling, grating on the nerves.
Russell used Blue Silver Grass to bundle up the mice, thanked the manager, and left the cafeteria warehouse.
The manager, looking at the clean warehouse, called out from behind, “If you need mice again next time, come find me!” “Alright,” Russell replied.
Along the way, he encountered many students who, upon seeing Russell holding over a dozen mice, quickly stepped aside.
Returning to the back of the garden, Russell realized he hadn’t prepared cages.
He took out several glass bottles, placed them into the Synthesizer, envisioned the required shapes, and molded three glass containers.
He separated the mice into the glass containers, leaving some water and food, and placed them in the shaded corner by the wall.
“Experimental subjects secured.
Time to brew the potion.” Russell sat cross-legged on the grass.
“I was mistaken earlier.
The potion doesn’t need to be completed in one go; it can be divided into several steps and completed gradually using the Synthesizer.” “Two rounds of triple synthesis would allow for the quick combination of nine materials.
After that, reverse-engineering the formula based on the potion would be much easier.” “Moonlight Moss, Spirit-Soothing Flower, mint, century-old sandalwood sawdust, Ice Cicada Slough, hollow reed stems, and Fluorescent Mushroom spore powder.” Russell examined the seven materials.
“No apparent conflicts in their medicinal properties.
Three calming herbs—no need to elaborate.” “Two materials borrowed from alchemical thinking: Fluorescent Mushroom spores, symbolizing inspiration, and hollow reed stems, symbolizing clarity.
They can be synthesized together in one attempt, with weight ratios tested in sequence.” “Mint and Ice Cicada Slough have stable properties and might serve as the potion’s solvent.
Once the potion is made, this approach can be tested.” Russell recalled from the game that the Mind-Clearing Potion was designed to enhance focus, help wizards eliminate distractions, improve mental stability and learning efficiency, with a slight chance of sparking inspiration upon consumption.
This potion had little impact on combat effectiveness.
After completing it, Russell planned to sell the formula to recoup funds for experiments with other potions.
Following the steps, Russell first added water to a glass bottle, placed it into the Synthesizer, and added the materials: Ice Cicada Slough and mint, synthesizing them in one go.
Checking the description, Russell smiled slightly.
“As expected, it has solvent properties and is a non-magical beverage, though the ingredients are a bit unusual.” After storing the glass bottle, he continued the experiment, synthesizing the other two categories of materials to obtain two gelatinous mixtures.
Finally, the second synthesis.
[Mind-Clearing Potion] Category: Magic Potion Quality: Common Introduction: Improves concentration…
Evaluation: The herb proportions are incorrect.
The handling of the herbs is nothing short of a disaster.
Stepping on them on the ground would yield better quality than this.
Russell was used to the evaluation’s biting sarcasm, yet he couldn’t help but darken his expression.
Just as he was about to feed the potion to a mouse, footsteps drifted to his ears.
Russell turned his head to see Tang San.
“Something up?” Tang San curiously surveyed the scattered bottles and jars littering the floor, then pulled out a newspaper.
“Did you write this article about Blue Silver Grass?” Russell glanced at it and nodded.
“Yes, that’s me.
I’ve been short on money lately, so I submitted it and earned some manuscript fees.” Tang San nodded.
“The possibility of Blue Silver Grass evolution mentioned in the article—is it true?” Russell: “I can only say it’s possible.
After all, I did state it was just a speculation.
However, since you have Innate Full Soul Power with Blue Silver Grass, you probably aren’t ordinary yourself.
Otherwise, Innate Full Soul Power wouldn’t have manifested.” He preferred steady development and disliked unnecessary conflicts with Tang San, so he answered every question.
A glint of light flashed in Tang San’s eyes.
To this day, he wasn’t sure whether his Innate Full Soul Power was due to his Twin Martial Souls or his cultivation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Russell’s words opened a window for him.
Indeed, how could Blue Silver Grass, which stands alongside the world’s number one Tool Martial Soul, be ordinary?
This stabilized his mindset, which had been unsettled by Russell’s Martial Soul evolution, and he sincerely said, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” Russell replied, waiting for Tang San to leave.
Tang San didn’t leave.
He felt Russell was a smart person, much like his teacher, and his cultivation talent had also improved, making him worth befriending.
This wasn’t his conscious thought, but it was indeed subconscious behavior.
He pointed at the pale blue potion in Russell’s hand.
“What are you doing with that?” Russell looked at the potion, then at Tang San, his eyes lighting up.
“This is a Mind-Clearing Potion I developed.
Its main effects are improving concentration and learning efficiency, with a tiny chance of triggering sudden enlightenment.” He revealed his true intention: “Would you like to try it?
If it doesn’t work, no charge!” Tang San forced a smile.
“Never mind, I have things to do.
I won’t disturb you.” He didn’t believe Russell could develop a reliable potion at all.
If it were toxic, he’d be in trouble.
Russell quickly grabbed Tang San, not letting him leave.
“Don’t rush off.
If you’re worried, you can watch me test it on a mouse.” A perfect opportunity had come knocking—just the right person to promote the potion to.
He deliberately didn’t mention the potion’s effect on stabilizing spiritual power.
He believed that once Tang San took it and felt something with his Purple Demon Eye, he definitely wouldn’t refuse.
Russell held on tightly, and Tang San reluctantly stayed.
“Alright, let’s see then.” He watched as Russell manipulated Blue Silver Grass to pick up a mouse from a glass tank, surprised by Russell’s precise control over the Blue Silver Grass.
Russell’s Blue Silver Grass was over ten times thicker than his own, yet it could move so nimbly.
Russell portioned the potion into test tubes and reminded, “Watch closely, I’m going to feed it now.” “Mm.” Tang San shifted his gaze.
Russell held a test tube in his hand, approached the squealing mouse, and with quick reflexes, took advantage of the mouse opening its mouth to pour about five milliliters of the potion down its throat.
They waited quietly for the potion to take effect.
About five seconds later, the potion worked.
The mouse, which had choked on the potion, became noticeably more energetic, squeaking incessantly.
“See?
Nothing wrong, right?” Russell pointed at the mouse and said, “If you’re still worried, we can wait a little longer.
You can start with a small dose when you take it.
I guarantee there won’t be any problems.”