Chapter 74

Whispers came from outside the window. The sound was not loud, and although Tireda could not hear clearly, he had experienced such things many times. Those girls, infatuated with him, must be talking about him. His potion-making process was proficient and his movements graceful, far surpassing the other students who had joined the Church Academy.

A smug smile curved at the corner of Tireda's mouth as he glanced at Jiang Junming not far away. Seeing Jiang Junming's somewhat awkward and clumsy movements, Tireda felt even more pleased. A genius? What a joke! Looking at his movements, they were stiff and clumsy, not at all like making potions. He didn't even have the qualifications to assist in menial tasks.

Tireda thought resentfully, wondering how the priests could even think of persuading him to change his faith. How stupid! Tireda wished the priests of the Guardian God Church were in the classroom right now, so he could make them open their eyes and see what kind of fool he was inviting to change his faith, a complete idiot.

Tireda completed the final steps of his potion while keeping an eye on Jiang Junming, quickly finishing the physical potion. Seeing that Jiang Junming was also about to finish, he thought disdainfully, "So what if that kid can barely keep up with me in speed? Even without comparing, just by looking at the color of the potion Jiang Junming made, I know it's not up to standard. The color is not the clear green like jade, but a mixed and impure color, looking even more disgusting." Tireda felt even more disdainful, stopped looking at Jiang Junming, and began to transfer the completed physical potion into a test tube, finishing the potion-making process.

"Really fast, I knew Tireda would be the best!"

"Idria and that famous person... what's his name?"

"Junming? His name is strange, his movements are strange, and the potion he made is even stranger. What's the point of just being fast? The potion he made isn't even a physical potion. Have you ever seen a physical potion with that color?"

Although separated by the window, Jiang Junming still heard the whispers of the infatuated girls clearly. He maintained his usual smile, not taking their words to heart. The potion he made, whether in terms of movements or the process of the solution and herbal active ingredients blending, was different from what Teacher Seville taught, more influenced by the techniques he learned from the optical brain.

If it were really compared... Jiang Junming believed his physical potion was better than what Teacher Seville made. The color might look strange, but the effect should not be bad, Jiang Junming thought. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and began to pray. Although Jiang Junming knew he didn't need to, he wanted to make it look proper.

"Tireda's speed in casting divine spells is really fast, and the light of the divine spell is very pure. Whether it's making potions or casting divine spells, he is so proficient, he truly is a genius."

"Look at Junming, did he cast a divine spell? Even if his 'swill' is enhanced by a divine spell, can it retain the divine power?"

"I didn't even see the light of the divine spell. Is he just pretending? I heard the priests of the Guardian God Church invited him to change his faith. If he can't even cast a divine spell, why would they invite him to change his faith?"

Jiang Junming finished everything, tidying up the potion table in front of him as he did in the Wild Herb Shop, making it spotless. He stood quietly, looking at the physical potion he had made, recalling the movements of his wrists, palms, and fingers during the blending process. The precision of those movements made Jiang Junming feel intoxicated. According to the optical brain, this was only a Level 1 modification. Jiang Junming thought about the progress bar that had not yet reached "1" and felt very excited. If he could be modified by the optical brain to the point where the progress bar was full, what kind of scene would it be?

After Jiang Junming finished the physical potion, the other young people gradually completed theirs. Seville returned to the front, his thin face expressionless. In his cold gaze, the entire classroom was filled with unease. Having just entered the Church Academy, the students didn't know the temperaments of the teachers, especially since Seville had just mocked almost everyone. They didn't know what other harsh words might come, or if someone might be scolded and even expelled from the classroom.

"Let me see what you have made. Tsk, tsk, when I see the physical potions you made, I can't help but feel nauseous. If it weren't for this damned job, I would rather go to the Black Iron Bar and drink watered-down light beer than taste one of your crudely made physical potions." Seville said, walking to the first young man's potion table, picking up the completed physical potion with two fingers, and gently shaking it. He asked disdainfully, "Can you tell me what you made?"

The young man who was asked was stunned. Wasn't what he made a physical potion? Why would Teacher Seville ask such a question? He didn't know what to say, standing dumbly behind the potion table, his hands twisting together, squeezing hard.

Seville seemed to have no intention of getting an answer, just to mock. As soon as he finished speaking, he dramatically pinched his nose, brought the test tube to his lips, and took a small sip.

"Spit!" Then, Seville spat out the physical potion he had tasted, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his mouth vigorously.

"Is this a physical potion? Are all the physical potions in your family like this? Fool, you are the most brainless idiot I have ever seen." Seville cursed without restraint, his actions making the young man's eyes fill with tears, not knowing what to do.

"An insult to the word 'potion'! Can this potion carry a divine spell? Do you think any cup of water can carry a divine spell? A bunch of idiots." Seville said in a low voice, walking to the second young man.

The second young man was clearly already intimidated by Seville's various creative insults, his fingers trembling badly. He originally wanted to pick up the physical potion he made and hand it to Teacher Seville, but he couldn't even do this simple action. He stood in a daze in front of the potion table, like a piece of meat on a chopping block, ready to be cut.

"I need to apologize to the first student." Seville picked up the physical potion, smelled it, and then said.

The young men were all puzzled. Just apologized after cursing? Teacher Seville's temper was too unpredictable.

"What I said earlier, that you are the most brainless idiot I have ever seen, is wrong." Seville's face "squeezed" out a smile, dark and terrifying, "When I smelled the so-called physical potion, I realized there is no 'most' stupid, only 'more' stupid. What the hell is this!"

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