Story 7 - To Kill Demonic Vines (8?)
I took out one of the little golden pills and held it up with spiritual energy so everyone could see.
I flicked my fingers and sent a blast of air at the teen’s glabella.
“Hey!” He rubbed his forehead and looked like he was about to say sothing stupid again.
Salamander wrapped his arm around Mad Tongue’s head and covered his mouth with a large palm. “Don’t ss with an alchemist when they’re about to concoct a life-saving pill.”
The teen struggled, but it was useless against Salamander’s strength.
Apparently, this was a regular thing because he started dragging the teen back through the doors of the courtyard like it was no big deal. Clear Eyes stopped struggling and just fud.
“Don’t worry, Little Senior Lin. We’ll make sure you aren’t interrupted.”
Ah, it was so nice working with competent people again. Even if they had strong personalities and ca with juniors who had no filter.
And now that I had my Wheat, it was ti to attempt a new recipe — one that had never existed, even in my past life.
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