The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

This monthly exam is not a task that can be completed in one day, so all groups need to bring their own camping equipment.

Liang Chuxin and Mo Mo, who were making tea over the fire, were attracted by the bustling noises in the distance.

It is already six o'clock in the evening. Everyone has chosen a relatively safe forest outside the village. They have set up tents and started fires in groups of three or four, preparing to end the day's assessment and rest.

"What's going on? Has a monster appeared again?" Liang Chuxin pulled out a fire stick from the fire, his eyes instantly alert.

"No, I heard that Teacher Zhang is making mosquito repellent for the freshmen on his test bench. There are more mosquitoes in the wild at night, and everyone is clamoring for distribution." A female team member from Mo Mo's group who just came back from there explained with a smile: "Here, this is it, Teacher Zhang just extracted it, I asked for a bottle, and we will share it later."

"This is interesting. So this Teacher Zhang is a pharmacist?" Mo Mo immediately became interested. Because she was in the retarded class, she had never taken Zhang Yiqian's class so far. She only heard that he was a pharmacist.

"Yes, it may be because you are in the low-energy class. We in the high-energy class have his reagent class every week." Liang Chuxin didn't take it seriously when she heard Mo Mo say that. She poured the freshly boiled tea with spiritual plants added into the two people's cups.

"If you're interested, I can accompany you to take a look." Liang Chuxin said after thinking for a while, holding the cup in her hand.

"Okay." The excitement in Mo Mo's eyes was obvious.

Mo Mo, who was standing in the crowd, watched Zhang Yiqian making potions smoothly and then distributing them to students in need. Mo Mo suddenly had an idea and shouted to Zhang Yiqian, "Teacher, can you make any kind of potion?"

"Of course." Zhang Yiqian answered without thinking.

When Zhang Yiqian saw that the person asking the question was Mo Mo, he came up with an idea for on-site teaching. He called Mo Mo and two other freshmen on the scene and asked them to stand at the test bench and adjust according to their own methods.

Fifteen minutes later, looking at the reagent that had just been mixed in the bottle in his left hand, Mo Mo compared it with the one that Zhang Yiqian had mixed earlier. The color concentration seemed to be similar, and they both smelled of lavender and mint.

[It doesn’t seem that difficult! ]

Mo Mo thought so in his heart, and then looked at the other two freshmen. They were still using the spiritual power in their bodies to ignite the bottom of the combustion vessel with their fingertips to heat it. One of them was obviously not getting the fire enough and became more and more nervous; but because he had opened the spiritual power space, he easily completed this step.

She smiled easily, then asked Zhang Yiqian, "Teacher, the medicine you asked me to make has been prepared. Can I borrow your laboratory bench to make another reagent?"

Zhang Yiqian took Mo Mo's reagent, smelled it, and nodded with satisfaction.

However, the next second, with a "bang", Zhang Yiqian's test bench exploded and split into two halves in front of everyone.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Yiqian's scolding was like a thunderclap in his ears. Mo Mo stood there, not daring to move.

The freshmen around him thought that he was about to lose his temper, but when they heard that Zhang Yiqian wanted to take Mo Mo as his disciple to offset his wrong decision of privately making the "banned potion", everyone felt strange.

Before going to bed, Liang Chuxin sat in the tent drinking spiritual plant tea. He glanced at Mo Mo who was lying there and said, "If you ask me, Zhang Yiqian may have guessed your talent a long time ago, but he just didn't find the opportunity to take you in as his apprentice. Knowing that you are a student in the retarded class, how could he know what the 'forbidden potion' is?"

"But it's good, it's good to have many skills. I heard that others who want to become his apprentice don't have many opportunities." After thinking about it, Liang Chuxin felt that this might be a good thing. When she turned her head to look at Mo Mo again, she found that she had fallen asleep with even breathing.

Because the monsters in the village had been driven away one by one on the first day, the task of the second day was to cross the village and march directly to the forest behind the village. It was also on the way into the forest that Mo Mo and his team met some independent cultivators who went up the mountain on their own to do good deeds.

With the common goal of eliminating harm for the people, Liang Chuxin, Mo Mo and others agreed to let these four independent cultivators follow them into the mountains.

However, when the Warcraft actually appeared, Mo Mo and the others began to regret that they had trusted others too easily.

These casual cultivators actually used their lives as bait just to lure out the magical beasts with elixirs in the forest.

"I'm sorry, although you are from the Bureau of Superpowers, there are thousands of paths to take and the road of life is long. We cultivators also have our own path to follow. If you want to blame someone, blame you for being too stupid." One of the cultivators was playing with a transparent barrier ball in his hand and approached Mo Mo and the others step by step.

The memory of death instantly attacked Liang Chuxin. She recalled the time when Mo Mo was injured and the elixir was taken away. She would never allow such a thing to happen again. Just as she was about to rush forward, she was stopped by Mo Mo:

"It just so happens that I brought so many talisman papers, and I was just worried that no one would do the experiment."

Liang Chuxin understood what Mo Mo meant, so she nodded, but remained vigilant but did not dare to let her guard down at all.

Then, there was a crazy scene of four wandering cultivators running frantically in the woods looking for water, their faces as red as monkeys' butts.

Seeing those despicable casual cultivators leave in such an embarrassing state, one of the teammates asked, "Mo Mo, you are really amazing. What kind of talisman paper did you use on them?"

"Well, this is my improved version of the prank paper. It's called 'Mexican Pervert Spicy'. It's especially suitable for people like them who are shameless enough to trick children."

Hearing the name of the spell, the person who asked the question twitched his mouth twice, and thought to himself: No matter who I offend in the future, I must never offend the great god in front of me.

Another day has passed. Because Mo Mo and his friends were deceived by some random cultivators and wasted time, their result today was not first, but they were tied for third place.

Mo Mo remembered that Zhao Wenting did not participate in this monthly exam, so she went to find Lao Jiang to ask. Lao Jiang said that he had returned to the main hall of the Ability Bureau to recuperate. After some questioning, she learned that Zhao Wenting had always needed to rely on ice bees to feed him the special honey produced by the Tianshan Snow Lotus to suppress the onset of his illness.

Recalling the jar of special honey stolen by Lightning, and the weakness he felt when he vomited blood to transfer spiritual energy to her, Mo Mo suddenly felt that he had done a lot for her. She knew that the breath of death had always lingered around him, but she didn't even have time to say thank you.

Mo Mo wanted to ask Lao Jiang for more information about Zhao Wenting's condition, but Lao Jiang shook his head and said that he was not very clear either.

For the first time, Mo Mo was a little worried that he would never show up again.