Story 9 - Nothing Bad Ever Happens at the Alchemy Convention (10)
While Bright Fla took out his supplies, Violet was in the middle of realizing what I’d known for years... that she’d picked a frustratingly perfect student.
“You don’t have any problems? There has to be sothing you’re unsure of.”
Little Spring scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I’ve already mastered all the pills I’ve learned at my level.”
“But that doesn’t an you’ve made every pill a foundation establishnt cultivator can make, right?”
He paused for a second as if thinking about it. “Well, for the past year, Sister Lin taught one or two new prescriptions each week. And all the ones we had ingredients for, I’ve made at pinnacle quality.”
Violet’s eyebrows furrowed, and a vein bulged on her forehead. “That learning speed is impossible.”
Yeah, I know.
“Your knowledge about each prescription can’t be that profound.”
You’d think that.
“You must have made mistakes while learning. Perhaps your understanding is too shallow?”
That would make the brat human instead of a goddamn protagonist.
He scowled. “You can test . I told you that Sister Lin is the best teacher.”
Violet shot a glare and I just shrugged. It wasn’t my fault that the brat’s comprehension was off the charts. Bla the original author. This kid and his goddamn protagonist halo made question my existence as his alchemy teacher multiple tis.
I wished Violet the sa experience.
“This isn’t about Alchemist Lin’s teaching ability. There is no way you’re such an exceptional student.”
He rolled his eyes. “Believe what you want.”
“Then I have no choice. I’ll teach you a pill you’ve never concocted before.”
He nodded eagerly.
She went over different prescriptions, but Little Spring had either created them or a version of it that was superior.
If Violet had been in a Manhua — likely one that had been pirated multiple tis — she would have had three whole panels dedicated to showing her slowly losing her patience.
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