Chapter 66

Feeling somewhat at a loss, although Jiang Junming did not understand where he had gone wrong, he still conscientiously made the weak-effect treatment potion again.

The result was the same. Jiang Junming could be sure that his process of making the potion followed the instructions from the light brain without any deviation, steady and precise, like a machine. But it still didn't work. What was wrong?

The light brain seemed to encounter some difficulty and began to accelerate its operations. Jiang Junming felt the light on the walls around him start to "flow," getting faster and faster, performing complex calculations.

Failure after failure, repeated many times, in the end, Jiang Junming still received the conclusion of failure.

Feeling somewhat disheartened, could it be that he really couldn't do it? Not being able to make a weak-effect treatment potion even with the help of the light brain was too unreasonable. Just as he was pondering, the light brain said, "The appearance of impurities is not because there was anything wrong with the process, but because naturally occurring substances mixed into the potion during the process."

Jiang Junming, hearing the light brain's analysis, did not notice the indescribable emotion in the light brain's tone. He was replaying the process of making the potion in his mind. Naturally occurring substances, what were they? Since the light brain could completely replicate real-life scenarios, Jiang Junming frowned and asked, "Was it because sweat and skin flakes fell into the potion?"

This explanation was very勉强 (勉强 means "勉强" in Chinese, which can be translated as "勉强" in English, but in this context, it means "forced" or "strained"), and Jiang Junming didn't believe that other alchemists and potion makers wouldn't have these insignificant impurities mixed into their potions during the process. But apart from this, he couldn't think of any other explanation.

"No," the light brain negated Jiang Junming's statement. After a few seconds of silence, the light brain continued, "The impurities in the weak-effect treatment potion do not reduce the effectiveness of the potion; instead, they significantly enhance its effects."

"What kind of impurities?" Jiang Junming asked, feeling a strange sensation from the light brain's words.

"It is high-quality energy detected. Because I have combined with you, I absorbed the high-quality energy and used it to activate some new human enhancement functions. The energy also entered your body and leaked out in small amounts during the potion-making process. Since it does not belong to this potion, it was identified as an impurity," the light brain explained vaguely.

So it was like this. It wasn't that the potion he made had no effect, but rather that the effect of the potion became too strong due to the "high-quality energy," causing the light brain to make a mistake and always tell him it was a failure. Actually, the light brain wasn't wrong; if the effect of the potion was significantly enhanced, the potion he made indeed could no longer be called a weak-effect treatment potion.

But this explanation seemed absurd no matter how you looked at it.

Jiang Junming suddenly thought of the invigorating potion he made at the Wild Herb Shop, which saved Lin Kexi on the way here. The effect of that potion was beyond his imagination. Could it be because the high-quality energy absorbed by the light brain mixed into the invigorating potion as "impurities," significantly enhancing its effect?

"Energy consumption is too high, about to enter a semi-dormant state," the light brain said irresponsibly after explaining. It seemed that with this explanation, Jiang Junming had learned how to make the weak-effect treatment potion. The walls of the hexagonal room flickered with various colors of light, and then Jiang Junming came out of the light brain and returned to the dormitory at the Church Academy.

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The night was deep, in Moonlight City, the Short Sword Guild.

After the murder, the building where the Short Sword Guild was located had been sealed off by the Light Temple Alliance and the City Lord of Moonlight City. Added to this, the residents nearby spread the word that the Short Sword Guild had offended followers of an evil god and were all killed by dark magic. No one dared to approach the area around the Short Sword Guild, even if it meant taking a longer route.

Under the moonlight, the abandoned courtyard of the Short Sword Guild looked even more sinister. The tree shadows swayed in the gentle breeze. The moonlight was dim, as if it was afraid of something inside.

In the dim light, several figures appeared in the house where over a dozen members of the Short Sword Guild had died.

A total of six people entered the small building of the Short Sword Guild, all wearing black robes. They were the followers of the evil god that Jiang Junming and his group encountered on the way from Moonlight City to Dusk City.

Several fierce and cold-looking men were on high alert in the house. Although there was no one around and even the wind was light, they were as if facing a great enemy, ready to fight at any moment.

In the center of these men, a man in a long robe was performing a ritual. His fingers moved slowly on the ground, writing something. As his fingers moved, a trail of black, foul-smelling blood was left behind.

The black blood on the ground, with its pungent smell, filled the entire room. The black blood trail formed a strange pattern, as if some text was scribbled on the ground, or as if an ancient and evil ritual was being performed.

The strange pattern appeared and then hid in the darkness, the black aura slowly rising and blending with the surrounding darkness, intertwining and mixing, as if it had a life of its own. It was as if something fierce and evil was about to emerge from the ground, devouring all the light.

After the man in the black robe finished drawing the pattern on the ground, he closed his eyes, as if in prayer, with his hands clasped in front of him, muttering to himself.

Although it looked like a prayer, it was not the posture of a believer of the Light Temple Alliance. The subtle differences in the gestures, the blue veins on the back of his hands, against the dark background and the strange pattern, made the man in the black robe appear particularly sinister and terrifying.

As the man's lips moved silently and quickly, the black blood pattern in front of him began to slowly rotate. The black mist that had risen from the pattern on the ground merged with the night, even driving away the moonlight that shone into the house, enveloping the man in darkness.

A heavily armored, warrior-dressed man watched the summoning ritual on the ground with some anxiety. The summoning ritual had been going on for a long time, but the ritual was not successful. No matter how hard the man in the black robe prayed and summoned, the magic circle only emitted black aura and had no other reaction, unlike what he had seen before.

The room gradually filled with black aura, a silent darkness.

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