Chapter 9 (2/2)

384th floor: [Author, is it true? Does Mister A’s mental level not even reach C-level?!!]

Angry Stone: […….]

Although he remained confidential still, the string of ellipsis already gave way to everything.

381st floor: [Aren’t there rules? A guy who doesn’t even wield a C-level mental power could actually enter Bellevue Medical School? It’s too casual about this academy to accept people ah!]

395th floor: [Don’t talk ill of our school. Like Mister A, this kind of situation is rare. As far as I am aware, if a student with a mental ability below C-grade wishes to be admitted to our school, he must meet the criterion. First, he possesses a unique talent or ability. Second, he has made outstanding contributions in a specific field. Third, at least one of his parents has been awarded the National Hero’s Medal.]

3296th floor: [The author said, Mister A held an average performance. I reckoned he lacks innate skills and contributions as well. His being a foreigner had likely ruled out the possibility of the third point. Therefore, the odds of Mister A going through the back door are high.]

400th floor: [Listening to your analysis made me think of someone. He has a mental level of D, a withdrawn personality, and he bore average grades. He also never took part in club activities. I remembered him because, to my surprise, he outperformed his seniors, finished his studies without making headlines, and graduated from Bellevue a year ahead of schedule.]

401st floor: [The one upstairs mentioned is, without doubt, a top student ba…]

402nd floor: [No, no, no. He’s really ordinary. In the past three years, he did not exhibit superior performance. Therefore, his early graduation caused quite a stir at the academy. Many people claimed that if they would have forgotten about his existence, they hadn’t read the announcement.

405th floor: [Good mystery….]

417th floor: [Don’t dwell on the trivial. Hurry the photo up.]

419th floor: [I looked for the post at that time and saw a recent photo of it.]

Followed soon was Roy’s photo uploaded, shared through the vast expanse of the Internet. A half-length black hair rested upon his shoulders in tangles. He bore such delicate facial features, but in the account of his detached expression, coupled with his downcast eyes, Roy seemed decadent and impersonal.

His name, age, and other identifying information were also shared one after the other.

458th floor: [Ah, is it him? The author is correct. He is indeed an orphan and has lived in Cangyan City before. We hadn’t seen him graduating from high school. So he went abroad after all?]

460th floor: [Cangyan City? That city is home to twelve orphanages. Four or five years ago, only the dean of one orphanage passed away—that is the Gongji Orphanage.]

More and more information was unearthed. Roy’s entire life was exposed to everyone without conscience.

Meanwhile, An Xian exhaled a labored breath in the refining room, but her eyes glowed with vigor. With a delighted smile on her face, she looked down at the fruit of her labor—a pill placed on a porcelain plate.

For nine days, she finally succeeded in refining the pill. There were twelve in total; four were basic spirit level, and the rest were exceedingly good pills. The four essential pills were specialized medicines used to treat mental illness. These were Huyuan Pill1, Zhuoqing2 Pill, Meteorite Pill, and Nourishing Pill. The other seven extraordinary Guben Peiyuan3 Pills would be used to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the user’s soul. In addition, a Zhenling4 Pill, which was used to calm the mind in stressful situations temporarily, was given as a gift. Although this may help alleviate the fluctuations in mental power, taking the pill may harm vital energy.

An Xian packed the medicines into the pre-prepared containers one by one, affixed the labels, and wrote the medication instructions and precautions one by one.

To refine a dozen of these pills, it would take at least two entire months to make up for the spiritual power An Xian lost. The main reason she was reluctant to use spirit stones was that the small circle formation in the flower field had not taken shape yet, so she could only replenish it in a limited amount of time each day.

‘It seems I should take orders like his as little as possible in the future. Although the benefits are substantial, the losses are simply too great.’ An Xian chewed on it. With no trace of politeness, she affixed a high price for this set of pills she believed to be expensive—60W!

But in fact, Master An emphatically did not understand the market for rare high-grade drugs.

The author has something to say:

There is no need to entangle the problem of the female protagonist’s quotation being too low. She’s now within the average range of popularity, has no grade, and sells cheap goods for around 1,000 points. For the first time, she met someone who wished for custom-made spiritual drugs, and she prescribed 60W for it. With her current fame, it’s already a high price.

The cost of many customized medicines depends on the reputation and grade of the pharmacist. The male lead ordered from her instead, not because of her medicine refining skills. But because he had a good impression of her and was optimistic about her potential.

An Xian is not a wise person adept at doing business but a more casual technical house.

Sometimes it’s not wrong to reap such small profits, and it’s unnecessary to care about the small gain in front of you.

Footnotes:

[1] 护 元  means to protect and primary, respectively.

[2] 浊 清 zhuó qīng means turbid or muddy and clear/pure, respectively.

[3] 固本培元 gù běn péi yuán means to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the soul.

[4] 镇 灵 zhèn líng means to press down and quick, respectively.