Chapter 908 - 480: The Toad Vessel of the Prince Disciple

Chapter 908: Chapter 480: The Toad Vessel of the Prince Disciple

"Whimpering!"

The Screwball Claw carefully cradled a small Golden Monkey Cup plant and crept into the Time Furnace.

The interior of the furnace was enormous, akin to entering a room. At this moment, the walls of the "room" were coated in a thick layer of medicinal paste.

The paste assembler personally handled it, ensuring uniform weight distribution to prevent imbalances when rotating.

The Screwball Claw cautiously peeled away the marked portion of the paste, nestled the Golden Monkey Cup securely inside, and pressed it firmly.

After the installation, it shook its head, glanced around, noticing the plant shimmering golden, with excellent elasticity, even trembling slightly.

However... Adding one more plant, would the balance the assembler created previously be nullified?

While pondering this, the medicinal paste in the furnace started to move, as if coming to life!

"What?"

The Screwball Claw widened its eyes, discovering roots underneath the paste pulling at it, recalibrating the balance.

It tilted its head and grinned... The assembler truly thought everything through!

Then, with a "whoosh," it leapt out of the Time Furnace.

...

The dream world’s daylight corresponded to the real world’s night.

The neon lights of the big city were still dazzling, the malls and pedestrian streets filled with people, bustling with cheerful chatter and a steady flow.

Inside Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory’s workshop, various production lines and machines continued to operate, with the lights of the duty shifts shining through the windows.

Every department and building of the Immortal Committee remained brightly lit, with human silhouettes busily moving about.

In the office, Professor Zhang sipped tea, smiling, as he saw thank-you notes from architects explaining daytime results and their intention to write papers.

"This... seems actually quite good?"

"Publishing papers?"

"Ah, Expert Bai Mo has many achievements over the years, yet not much that’s been published. Haha."

[...We still hope Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory and the Immortal Committee can participate in the paper’s creation...]

Seeing this sentence, Professor Zhang’s eyes lit up!

What does "hope to participate" mean?

Frankly speaking, these guys are knowledgeable, understanding, willing to share authorship!

"This... well..."

The results must be significant!

The authorship surely has value!

But in fields like architecture and structural mechanics, for the pharmaceutical factory and West State Immortal Committee, it might seem somewhat irrelevant?

How to arrange these authorships is also a worthwhile issue to study!

...

In another office.

Chairman Chen Shu drank tea while browsing files on his computer.

Beside him, the newly recruited night shift secretary was typing away, helping him write documents.

He grinned, feeling quite comfortable!

Then he continued to scrutinize the file on the screen.

[...Immortal Exam Written Test Security Plan...]

The Immortal Exam’s written test was about to begin!

Security work would be of utmost importance, not dare to slack.

...

In a clandestine small building.

Creak...

The office door closed.

The teenage girl with acne took another batch of medicinal soup, refined by the Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal, from Wang E’s hand.

Wang E sat behind his office, feeling quite melancholic.

"This Prince controls one Ancient Immortal after another, keeping them busy with work, doing this and that.

"What is their true intention?"

He reached toward the desk drawer, wanting to jot down information for the West State Boss!

But...

A wave of drowsiness hit him—an Ancient Immortal was monitoring him!

He casually opened the desk drawer, took out a box of cigarettes, lit one, and put it in his mouth.

Click!

The lighter clicked.

The flame flickered.

"Phew..."

With a puff, smoke gently drifted from his nostrils.

He realized it!

Whenever his mind thought of the Prince, the Ancient Immortal’s gaze would immediately turn!

What’s going on here?

Has the Ancient Immortal discovered his secret?

Does it refuse to allow him to leak information about the Prince?

Pretending to brush his hair, he nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand.

Wang E is cunning and sharp, his mind turning quickly, contemplating... was the info about the Gui Xu Bottle and Golden Monkey Cup provided by the Ancient Immortal false?

He puffed on the cigarette and exhaled smoke, pondering for a long time.

He closed his eyes and entered the realm of dreams.

In the dream, it was daytime.

A cold wind whipped through the large hall.

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal’s small frame shrunk into the Bronze Chair, eyes closed, mouth open, snoring.

Eagerly, Wang E rushed forward to cover his master with a garment!

"Huh? What are you doing?"

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal awoke with surprise.

Seeing Wang E’s ingratiating smile.

"Hey, Master, I’m worried you might catch a cold!"

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal chuckled softly.

"Nonsense!

"Is your master an authentic Immortal? Have you heard of an Immortal catching a cold?

"You’ve been living as a mortal too long and become accustomed!

"But still, it’s nice seeing you care!"

"Today, let’s do some lessons. What topic to cover, well..."

He saw Wang E furrow his brow.

"Master, last time you started telling me the refining of the Gui Xu Bottle, but only halfway through... left me eagerly curious."

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal froze, locking eyes with Wang E.

Both eyes calm as still water, filled with sincerity.

Deep in Wang E’s eyes, there was a hint of panic... He was taking a huge risk, gambling!

In the Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal’s heart, however, was puzzlement.

He had figured... Wang E might be linked with the West State Boss, given Wang E was once captured by him.