Chapter 797 - 424: If the Chai Bai School Can Do It, Why Can’t I?

Chapter 797: Chapter 424: If the Chai Bai School Can Do It, Why Can’t I?

Behind the warehouse door.

Bai Mo sat at the table, sipping tea while flipping through the volume of Fake Pill Scripture.

Sometimes he would jot down notes in his notebook, sometimes he would ponder for a while.

"Hmm... this... hand it over to the Ghost Eye Machine Room for simulation."

Since he had the Ghost Eye Machine Room, he became too lazy to jot down things himself. With a thought, he sent the simulation tasks to the Machine Room for the Ghost Eyes to handle.

He himself picked up the hot tea on the table and took another sip.

The aroma of the tea filled his mouth.

"Hmm... this tea is not bad!"

Looking at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, he saw the tender buds were plump and vibrant green, freshly picked indeed.

"Hehe."

Bai Mo loved drinking tea, and so did his disciples, resulting in a continual supply of tea leaves on Fox Mountain.

He was about to continue reading the Pill Scripture when he suddenly saw Bai Liandan’Er carrying a bamboo basket, running towards him from afar.

"Aoo aoo aoo!

"Ying ying ying!"

Bang!

It placed the bamboo basket on the master’s desk, gesturing towards the contents inside.

"Ying ying, aoo aoo aoo..."

...If it remembered correctly, weren’t these tea cakes about to expire?

"Hmm?"

Bai Mo picked up a tea cake the size of a plate, looked at the front and back, and sniffed the aroma.

"Ugh... this the batch of detox tea from two years ago?"

When Bai Mo first arrived at Fox Mountain, he was concerned that his disciples handled Immortal Grass and Immortal Elixirs daily, with fox claws touching the outer skin of Immortal Grass and nostrils inhaling the residue of Immortal Elixirs. Over time, he feared they would accumulate medicinal toxins, so he had made this batch of detox tea cakes.

But later... the Fox Mountain canteen improved gradually, frequently offering rare delicates. With Bai Mo’s slight adjustments, he could detox them easily.

So these tea cakes were left unused until now.

"They are indeed about to expire. This..."

Bai Liandan’Er’s triangular ears perked up upon hearing the master’s words, and its fluffy face instantly turned bitter!

They’re really expiring?!

The tea cakes it painstakingly grew are about to expire?!

Bai Mo hurriedly reached out, patting the disciple’s head.

"Don’t be sad!

"These tea cakes... actually don’t taste very good, let them expire if they must.

"If they need to be thrown away, throw them away; if they need to be dealt with, deal with them."

Bai Liandan’Er nodded.

It listened to the master’s words.

But its head still drooped, its eyes showing a flash of melancholy.

"Aoo..."

...

A day flew by quickly.

By the evening, Bai Mo got up from the table, stretched lazily, and yawned.

"Ah..."

Took another sip of hot tea.

Finally glanced at the pile of Pill Scriptures on the table, looked at the tablet by his side, and inspected today’s achievements.

"Not bad.

"I’ve almost finished reading this Pill Scripture."

The recordings on the tablet were mostly scattered knowledge points, not forming any coherent system.

Shimmers Bai Mo found from the Fake Pill Scripture.

Now looking at the tablet, Bai Mo exclaimed.

"The Chai Bai School, how many Immortals and how long they have researched, there’s still some achievement!

"Although some parts of this Pill Scripture are nonsense, some clumsy, some vague... flaws do not overshadow the brilliance."

...

The night was dusky.

In the dormitory hall of Fox Mountain, circles of foxes were sitting together, either chatting and boasting, or practicing punches and swordplay, or singing and dancing.

Bai Liandan’Er and a group of disciples from the canteen formed a large circle around a full bamboo basket of tea cakes, breaking off small pieces from the tea cakes, and using hot water to "whoosh" brew a pot of tea.

"Ying ying ying, aoo aoo aoo aoo..."

Bai Liandan’Er wanted to develop a new dish with the soon-to-be-discarded tea cakes alongside the disciples from the canteen!

Hot water entered the teapot, and the aroma of tea gradually wafted out.

The foxes in the canteen sniffed with their noses, gently inhaling, smelling the tea’s fragrance, each with a peculiar expression, some coughing "cough cough," some dry heaving "oh oh."

Bai Liandan’Er itself smelled the tea aroma... what kind of flavor is this?

Fishy, sour, almost forming a hook, hooking into the nostrils, drilling deepest inside.

"Aoo... oh..."

It also felt dizzy, its stomach churning, wanting to re-release its dinner from its throat.

Bang!

The fox claw clapped tight on the teapot lid, pressing down the spout, cutting off the source of the smell.

The disciples felt a bit better.

Bai Liandan’Er suddenly understood... no wonder the master said this tea doesn’t taste very good.

This isn’t just not very good?

On the other side, Bai Mo, accompanied by Black Tail and Cloud-Claw, was quickly organizing today’s freshly unearthed documents.

"Ying ying ying!"

Black Tail held a cloth, helping master wipe off the dust from the documents.

"Aoo aoo aoo!"

Cloud-Claw held a teapot and cup, ready to pour tea for the master at any moment.

Bai Mo smiled as he patted the heads of the two disciples, looking fondly at each copper plate in sequence.

"Oh, is this also Alchemy skill? More good stuff."

Bai Mo looked on contentedly.

Alchemy Skill was akin to a tall building, and these fragmented, sharp-edged copper plates, stone slabs, the knowledge they carried were pieces of Alchemy Skill.

Bai Mo learned as he looked.

Sometimes he would ponder, sometimes he would record insights in his tablet.

Despite the odds and ends not being of much use, he still studied seriously.

After finishing one copper plate, he browsed through the next pile.

"Oh, very severely damaged."

"Yet this pile seems to originate from the same Pill Formula, the copper plate’s texture, the calligraphy on the plate, all very similar."

"Is it..."

Bai Mo picked it up, observing for a while.

"Huh? The method for Water Image Pill refination?

"Is this the authentic process?"

"Heh."

He had studied the pirated methods for days, and at present, the Ghost Eye Machine Room was still running tasks on the pirated Water Image Pill’s research.

Bai Mo enthusiastically began reading the copper plates.