103: Chapter 103 Great News? You're Pregnant?
The night was like ink.
Lin Mo's room was filled with a rich, mellow medicinal aroma.
The alchemy furnace in the corner still radiated residual heat.
Suddenly, the lid of the furnace popped open with a "click."
Three streams of cyan-purple light, wrapped in heat, shot out, spun lightly in the air, and landed steadily into Lin Mo's open palm.
"Spirit Condensing Pill... it's a success!" Lin Mo rubbed the warm, smooth surface of the Medicinal Pill with his fingertips, a flash of pleasant surprise in his eyes.
According to the theoretical data organized by System AI.
The higher the grade of the Martial Soul, the higher the attributes like Mental Energy, Soul Power, and physique, and the higher the potential limit.
With his C-rank Martial Soul alchemy furnace, if he wanted to catch up to the potential of those top-tier Martial Souls, he could only rely on the assistance of Medicinal Pills to make up the difference.
The Body Forging Pill he refined previously focused on physique, the soul condensing pill focused on Soul Power and Cultivation speed, while this Spirit Condensing Pill was used to fill the gap in Mental Energy.
It was also the most expensive and critical of the three types of Medicinal Pills.
Just like this batch he just made, the cost of the medicinal herbs alone was over ten million dragon soul coins.
Yet, in the end, only these three were produced.
Lin Mo sighed softly and carefully stored the Medicinal Pill into a jade bottle: "It's a good thing the effort wasn't wasted; all that's left is to test the effects."
The previous types of Medicinal Pills had proven that System AI's prescriptions were credible.
But he hadn't tried this Spirit Condensing Pill yet, so he couldn't be sure.
Thus, he took out a set of detectors and began to test his own values.
"Mental Energy 18..."
He silently noted down the value before taking the Medicinal Pill.
Then he popped one of the pills into his mouth.
The Medicinal Pill melted the moment it entered his mouth.
A cool, warm current slid down his throat and instantly exploded within his body, turning into countless tiny specks of light that surged along his Meridians toward his brow.
Lin Mo felt a "buzz" in his mind, as if a dust-covered mirror had been suddenly polished bright.
Everything around him became incredibly clear.
The wing-beating frequency of the insects chirping outside the window.
The sound of Lu Mengmeng in the next room spitting and cursing loudly while on the phone with her old man.
Then, the rustling sound of the shower as Mu Liuli bathed upstairs.
He slammed his eyes shut, his consciousness seemingly stretched infinitely.
This unprecedented sense of clarity made him unable to help but let out a low exclamation.
When he opened his eyes again, he quickly picked up the detector and pressed it against his brow.
"Beep—Mental Energy: 22!"
The moment the numbers jumped, Lin Mo's pupils shrank.
A single Spirit Condensing Pill had actually more than doubled his Mental Energy?
One had to know, for Mental Energy to rise from 18 to 22 was an increase that only those top-tier Martial Soul Geniuses could obtain upon reaching level 5.
For a C-rank Martial Soul like his, every level gained could only increase it by 0.3 to 0.5.
The effect of this Medicinal Pill was simply Heaven-Defying!
"Awesome, the cost of over 10 million wasn't spent in vain."
After the excitement passed, Lin Mo immediately threw himself back into refining more Spirit Condensing Pills.
After all, the higher his Mental Energy was, the higher the potential limit would be for the Soul Skill slots he would open after reaching level 30.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, Lin Mo walked into Professor Yi's laboratory, full of energy. The moment he stepped through the door, he was grabbed by a visibly excited Professor Yi.
"Student Lin Mo! Great joy!"
"What's up? Are you pregnant?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, teasing him.
"Get lost, get lost! You can't expect ivory from a dog's mouth!" Professor Yi rolled his eyes in annoyance, though his cheeks were flushed with excitement. "I mean... a massive piece of good news!"
"Go ahead."
Lin Mo casually picked up a peach from the table that the senior had picked that morning, took a big bite, and the sweet juice flowed down the corner of his mouth.
In normal times, Professor Yi would have scolded him by now.
But at this moment, he didn't care at all, saying in a hurried tone: "Do you know? That potion formula of ours—it's a hit!"
Hearing this, Lin Mo's eyes lit up, and he instantly became interested: "What do you mean? Has someone already applied for a patent and started production?"
"That's not even the half of it!" Professor Yi clapped his hands, his voice trembling. "Right now, every company and manufacturer in the country that produces Soul Power potions has almost all started using our formula!"
"Holy crap!" The peach in Lin Mo's mouth almost sprayed out. "Doesn't that mean I'm going to get rich?"
Professor Yi crossed his arms, unable to hide the smile on his face, his tone certain: "That's right! Not only will you get to eat meat, but our academy will also get to drink a big bowl of soup along with you!"
This meant that the academy laboratory would never have to worry about funding again.
And the one who brought all this about was exactly this new student he had taken in.
Thinking of this, the way Professor Yi looked at Lin Mo was like looking at a walking gold ingot.
"Aha, then congratulations to you first!" Lin Mo wiped the peach juice from the corner of his mouth, most concerned about the actual earnings: "I just wonder... how much can we get?"
"Hmm... based on the current feedback, the patent fees we can receive this year are estimated to be no less than 50 billion!" Professor Yi held up five fingers, emphasizing his tone.
"And this is just less than half a year's revenue from within the country! If it spreads globally later on and ferments for a while, it's possible for it to multiply several times over!"
"Damn!"
Lin Mo swallowed the peach in his mouth completely, his eyes wide round. "At this rate, won't I be able to become the richest person in the Dragon Kingdom in a few years?"
"Whether you'll be the richest is hard to say," Professor Yi stroked his chin, smiling from ear to ear, "but breaking into the top ten shouldn't be difficult."
Watching Professor Yi's joyous appearance, Lin Mo couldn't help but smile himself.
It seemed his wallet was going to bulge again.
"Oh right, there's also our Yuan Recovery Potion which has had a major Breakthrough. When we apply for a patent for that, it will be another huge sum of income. Maybe in the future, our academy will be the wealthiest institution!"
"That's certainly true, I'll congratulate you in advance, Professor Yi."
Lin Mo himself had already refined the Yuan Recovery Pill, so his expectations for the Yuan Recovery Potion weren't very high.
"Alright, you go ahead and get busy, old man. I need to head to the Dean's office; I'm going out on a mission with Teacher An later."
"Uh... you're about to become the richest person, why are you still going on missions?"
Lin Mo rolled his eyes back at him: "But I'm still a student of the academy. If I don't earn credits, how can I graduate?"
That was also true; Martial Soul Academy was fundamentally based on missions and contributions.
"Alright, then you go."
Leaving the laboratory, Lin Mo arrived at Dean Zhou Qingyuan's office again.
"You're here?"
Seeing Lin Mo, Dean Zhou Qingyuan rubbed her temples and greeted him listlessly.
After news of her Awakening a Heaven Rank Soul Skill spread yesterday, she had spent the entire day receiving people who came to visit and give gifts.
It had kept her so busy she barely had time to touch the ground.
She was happy in her heart, but it was also painful.
"Why did you call me here?" Lin Mo plopped down on the sofa and asked casually.
Dean Zhou Qingyuan still owed him the money for helping her Awakening the Heaven Rank Soul Skill; he was the creditor, so naturally, he wouldn't stand on ceremony with her.
Moreover, after Dean Zhou Qingyuan promoted to level 80, she had opened two more Soul Skill slots, and Lin Mo had checked and found that the limit of one of them had reached Intermediate Heaven Rank.
She couldn't pamper him enough.
"It's nothing, you might want to see this." Dean Zhou Qingyuan handed over three folders.
Lin Mo opened them, thinking he had misread.
"A+ Mission?"