The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 464: Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons

Chapter 464: Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons

"This is the method of Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire, and this is the Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons."

Su Dongling handed two books to Su Qingxuan and said calmly, "Qingxuan, you are not suited to becoming a poison master, so the Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons will do you more harm than good. Do not read it secretly."

"Understood." Su Qingxuan nodded repeatedly. Although she felt a bit disappointed that her father was passing the Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons to someone else and not to her, she was somewhat happy for Ling Feng when she learned that her father intended to give it to him.

"Now, I'll demonstrate the Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire to you. How much you can comprehend depends on your own talent. Let's use the Purple Light Dust Pill as an experiment. Using the method of Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire, the efficacy of the pill can be increased by about twofold."

With that, the father and daughter headed to the alchemy chamber behind the loft.

After demonstrating the Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire to Su Qingxuan, Su Dongling left Tianwei Academy. He rarely stayed long in the imperial capital each year, so Su Qingxuan was used to it.

As night fell, Su Qingxuan thought for a while and decided to hand over the Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons to Ling Feng the next day.

That night, Su Qingxuan found it hard to sleep. Before leaving, her father had asked her some odd questions, such as her opinion of Ling Feng and what she thought of him.

How could a girl like her answer such questions?

Her father's ambiguous departure left Ling Feng's image swirling in her mind, making it difficult to shake off.

...

As the first light of dawn appeared in the eastern sky, a new day began.

In the East Court of Tianshu, a group of brutes had already gotten up early to wash and prepare for the final pre-exam sprint.

Of course, with Ling Feng, their big brother, helping them, all the students in the East Court of Tianshu had already broken through ten meridians in terms of martial arts cultivation, so the martial arts assessment was not a big problem for them.

However, the cultural theory courses were quite challenging for some.

For example, Jiang Xiaofan!

Although he had gained the blood of Xuanwu and improved his cultivation talent, he couldn't stand reading books. As soon as he started reading, he would get dizzy. So, for the past few days, his roommates, Ouyang Jing and Feng Mo, who were better at theory courses, had been tutoring him tirelessly.

Besides Jiang Xiaofan, the big guy Zhou Kai had also joined Ouyang Jing and Feng Mo's cram school.

As for Ling Feng, although he didn't attend classes often, his Eye of the Emperor allowed him to remember everything in a book with just one glance. With such an ability, the cultural theory courses were not a problem for him at all.

"Refinement, quenching, and molding are the three major steps in forging..."

Jiang Xiaofan was holding a thick book, mumbling to himself while nodding off and yawning repeatedly.

"Xiaofan, you can't go on like this! If you fail all the theory courses, no matter how good your martial arts assessment is, you won't be able to advance to a mystical-tier student. Then you'll have to watch us become your seniors."

Ouyang Jing looked at Jiang Xiaofan with a frustrated expression.

"That can't happen!"

Jiang Xiaofan's eyes widened at the thought and he started mumbling from the book again. How much he could remember depended on his own ability.

"Xiaofan is a typical case of strong limbs but a simple mind. Just make sure to fill in all the exam papers; you'll manage to pass at least one subject."

Feng Mo laughed from the side.

Ling Feng watched his roommates tutoring Jiang Xiaofan and Zhou Kai with great interest. He secretly found it amusing. If he didn't have the cheat-like ability of the Eye of the Emperor, he might also need his roommates to tutor him, making his position as the chief of the East Court quite embarrassing.

Anyhow, once the promotion assessments were over, it would be time to address some pressing issues.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Yang Jun, who was closest to the door, quickly opened it. He was startled when he saw who it was. "Su... Mentor Su?"

The brutes of the East Court of Tianshu were also shocked. Why was Su Qingxuan here so early in the morning?

Su Qingxuan's face showed slight fatigue, clearly from not sleeping at all last night.

She bit her lip and looked into the courtyard, softly saying, "Chief Ling Feng, can you come out for a moment?"

"Uh..."

Ling Feng was a bit taken aback. Seeing the ambiguous looks from Feng Mo and the others, he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile. He put on his coat and walked out of the courtyard quickly. "Mentor Su, is there something you need?"

Su Qingxuan gave Ling Feng a slightly resentful look, bit her lip, and said, "You, follow me."

"Go on, Brother Feng. The beauty is inviting you!" Feng Mo teased.

"Go! Go! Go!"

The rest of the brutes also joined in on the teasing.

"Stop making a fuss!"

Ling Feng turned and glared at everyone, but still followed Su Qingxuan. Before long, they left the living quarters and arrived at a small river on the outskirts of the East Court.

Only then did Su Qingxuan stop. She found a stone bench, sat down, and patted the spot beside her, signaling for Ling Feng to sit.

Ling Feng pursed his lips and sat down. "Sister Qingxuan, what's the matter?"

"Yes," Su Qingxuan nodded, gritting her teeth. "My father has returned."

"Oh," Ling Feng responded casually.

"And he immediately saw that the Purple Light Dust Pill formula was not completed by me," Su Qingxuan gave Ling Feng a sidelong glance. "Do you know that my father said your alchemy skills are not inferior to his?"

"Uh..." Ling Feng rubbed his nose while smiling awkwardly. "Master Su is obviously flattering me."

"My father doesn't praise people lightly," Su Qingxuan gritted her teeth. "Even though he saw through my cheating, he still taught me his unique Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire method. Here, this is the secret manual for Nine Refinements of Mystic Fire. Take it."

Ling Feng's eyes twitched. He had thought Su Qingxuan was just speaking casually before, but he didn't expect her to really give him such a precious fire control technique so freely.

He took the book and opened it. The elegant handwriting was clearly Su Qingxuan's.

"Sister Qingxuan, did you copy this by hand?" Ling Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes," Su Qingxuan clenched her teeth. She couldn't sleep last night, so she spent the entire night copying it.

"I really don't know how to thank you," Ling Feng said as he saluted Su Qingxuan with a fist and palm salute.

"Don't thank me yet." Su Qingxuan took out the Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons and handed it to Ling Feng. "My father said you have the potential to become a poison master, so he also gave you his life's work, the Classic Formula of Ten-thousand Poisons. Here, take it."

"This is too precious!" Ling Feng was astonished. Su Dongling was the empire's top poison master. A poison manual personally written by him was undoubtedly the best. And Su Dongling was giving such a precious poison master's book to him for free!

"Even I, as his daughter, am envious," Su Qingxuan glared at Ling Feng. "My father said you are the most talented person he has ever seen for becoming a poison master. He hopes you will study his work thoroughly."

"Master Su gave me such a precious poison manual. I... I want to thank him in person. Sister Qingxuan, can you take me to see Master Su?"

Ling Feng was so excited that he was almost incoherent.

"My father has already left."

Su Qingxuan slowly stood up, looked back at Ling Feng, and said calmly, "Alright, I've given you everything. The promotion assessments are coming up, so do your best!"

"Yes, I will." Ling Feng held the two books tightly while looking at Su Qingxuan's departing figure, and nodded firmly.