All My Disciples Suck!
chapter-108

Huu …

He Yiming let out a long breath and got up with satisfaction. Yesterday, he had first refined a weapon and then refined a pill. He had consumed quite a bit of energy.

In addition to the fact that he had refined hundreds of pills in one go, He Yiming had consumed a great deal of his Heartforce. He took a rest for a day, and then he took the opportunity to comprehend his alchemical experiences.

He Yiming felt that his alchemy skills had improved greatly.

After all, in Haotian Academy, how could he have the chance to refine several hundred pills at once? How could Haotian Academy allow him to spend so many Spirit Herbs?

"Yes, in a day, there should be a few players who can refine a Qi Gathering Pill!" He Yiming guessed in his heart as he slowly walked out of the hall.

A new day had arrived. He Yiming's first choice was to sign in.

Ding …

The host has successfully signed in!

Sign-in reward, Earthflame: Green Scaled Earthflame!

"That's right, I need this item!" He Yiming nodded in satisfaction.

With the Earthflame, replacing the original spirit flame, the control of the flame would be easier, and the success rate of the pills would naturally be even higher.

He Yiming had a good chance to refine high-grade pills. If one was to specifically refine a low-grade pill, there would be a possibility of six of them.

This was the huge difference between Earthflame and Spirit Flame!

If there was Heavenly Flame …

He Yiming shook his head. What was he thinking?

He Yiming hadn't heard of any experts in the entire Northern Spiritual Realm, or of any organization that possessed the Heavenly Flame.

Even if Heavenly Flame had truly descended into the world, a Foundation Establishment Realm expert could not control it.

"I wonder how the pills of the players have been refined!" He Yiming walked out of the main hall and planned to go to the Alchemy Pavilion first to change the Spirit Flame into Earthflame.

As soon as he left the hall, He Yiming saw Beef Noodles and another player.

"You’re scum! I'm the big brother! Come and fight me!" Beef Noodles was carrying a flame broadsword. He was frowning and posing.

The player in front of him, on the other hand, skillfully recorded the video, intending to upload it to the forum in a while.

"Blade of Flames?" He Yiming initially thought that Beef Noodle was holding the middle-grade spirit weapon, the Blade of Flames that he had refined.

However, He Yiming clearly remembered that the Blade of Flame was only two meters long. How could it be so long?

Wait!

This flame …

He Yiming suddenly understood.

The Blade of Flames carried by the beef was not a spirit treasure. It was the player's original White Bone Sword, then … Beef Noodles buffed with a ring of fire.

That's right, with the Azure Emperor Immoral Body Body Refining Realm and Spirit Vein Realm, the players were able to unleash a flame that could wrap around the entire White Bone Sword.

Of course, this was a huge drain. The flames should have dissipated very quickly. However, all the players had obtained the pseudo-god ability that He Yiming had taught them.

That was why Beef Noodles had used the Basic Fire Technique to wrap around the White Bone Sword. It was as if it was possessed by a demon.

Moreover, these flames were enough to last for more than an hour, although they would continuously consume the strength of Beef Noodles.

Apart from putting on a show, there wasn’t much of a use for the White Bone Sword.

Buffing the Basic Fire Technique wasn't enough to increase its power. Something that couldn't be hacked was still something that couldn't be hacked.

On the contrary, maintaining such a large circle of flames was still a huge drain.

The battle hadn't even begun yet, but he was almost exhausted. What the hell was there to fight for?

Bang!

He Yiming raised his hand and knocked Beef Noodles on the head.

"Beef Noodles, why are you here and not refining Qi Gathering Pills?" He Yiming was filled with disappointment.

It would be great to learn how to refine pills.

Every day, he would take care of these flowers.

"Brother Ming, we also want to refine pills, but we don't have any spirit herbs left.” Beef Noodles covered his head and hurriedly replied.

"You all wasted it?" He Yiming was speechless.

It couldn’t be. Could it be that these players had wasted all their spirit herbs?

"No, we've all refined them into pills! Everyone together had refined over two thousand! Brother Ming, when are you going to give us a new product? There are too many contribution points in our pocket. There are no rewards!" Beef Noodles asked eagerly.

"???" He Yiming was dumbfounded.

"2,000?" He Yiming quickly opened the system interface.

Very quickly, he discovered that the first target of the system upgrade mission, the task of refining low-grade pills, had been completed with over 2,000 pills.

With another 8,000 low-grade pills and refinement, the first mission of the system upgrade mission would be completed.

"Impossible … Right now, all the spirit herbs in the sect can only be refined up to 800 times. Unless all the furnaces can reach my level, only then would it be possible …" He Yiming was stunned.

Could it be that the players had discovered some sort of cheat again?

Everyone had reached the same level of alchemy as him?

Could it be?

Alchemy was a high-end skill!

The players had caught up to hs for four years in a day?

He Yiming felt a bit uncomfortable in his chest.

"Beef Noodles, show me how you refined pills!" He Yiming coughed for a moment, then spoke.

"Sure thing, Brother Ming!" He excitedly led the way to the Alchemy Pavilion.

He Yiming had some spirit herbs in his storage ring, so he handed over some to Beef Noodles.

He opened the furnace, took a look at the alchemy display, calculated the time, adjusting the temperature, OK, alchemy!

Three new low-grade pills appeared on Beef Noodles’ hands.

"??? "He Yiming's head was crooked. How could he be like this?

Regardless of whether it was the technique of refining pills or the degree of sophistication, Beef Noodles wasn’t comparable to him.

It just so happened that the beef noodles were prepared according to a pill refinement notice written by a player. It perfectly controlled the time and temperature.

This was simply a freak.

"Who invented this mathematical alchemy?" He Yiming immediately asked.

"Brother Ming, it's me!" Not far away, the Advanced Mathematics who was still studying the pill recipe heard this and hastily ran over.

"…" He Yiming and Advanced Mathematics only made eye contact. In the blink of an eye, a telepathic feeling flashed across the students' minds.

Yes, so they were all from the Overlord World!

"Explain to me in detail!" He Yiming said lightly.

"It's like this. I believe that every pill formula has an optimal solution!

This way, we can calculate the best temperature and time! As long as the alchemist refines according to the calculation results, everyone can quickly become a qualified alchemist!

"But the prerequisite is to first calculate your Pill Perception!

"My mathematical alchemy can optimize the pill formula to the perfect level!

"However, the prerequisite is that the alchemist's Pill Perception has reached the minimum Pill Perception required by this pill formula!

"Reaching 1! Definitely!

"If we don’t reach zero, we’ll fail!" Advanced Mathematics clearly explained.

"Pill Perception …" He Yiming's expression changed.

He Yiming was naturally well aware of Pill Perception.

A top alchemist like his master, Wang Yue, could estimate the other alchemist's alchemy perception.

Advanced Mathematics, however, relied on mathematical formulas to forcefully calculate it.

In truth, for alchemists,1% depended on hard work. 99% Depended on talent!

Without talent, no matter how hard he tried, he could only be a life-long alchemist. He could only help alchemists and deal with spirit materials.

However, his talent was extraordinary. At the age of ten, he could become a first-rank alchemist and become a distinguished existence that far surpassed ordinary cultivators.

Most importantly, He Yiming clearly remembered what Wang Yue had said.

"This one of you is the worst I've ever brought along! Apart from He Yiming and Nangong Li who were qualified to become alchemists, the rest of the thousands of people are all trash!"

These words left a deep impression on He Yiming. Speaking of which, it was at that time that Gu Changfeng probably hated him.

"Then I'll test it out. What's my Pill Perception?" He Yiming thought about it. He first looked at the formula of Advanced Mathematics, then quickly began writing. In just a short time, he had written a set of perfect formulas.

"Hold the grass!" Advanced mathematics was shocked.

Hold the grass! Brother Ming knew math?

Moreover, this formula was so perfect, smooth, luxurious, and domineering!

It was not inferior to him! No, this was much better than his!

It was a representative amongst the school tycoons!

"This game must be poisonous! NPC's mathematical combat strength is even stronger than me, a Mathematics professor?" Advanced Mathematics was questioning his life a little.

He had been studying mathematics for twenty years … He actually couldn't win against an NPC?

What The Fuck?

However, He Yiming quickly began to refine a batch of pills and calculated his Pill Perception.

Beef Noodles and Advanced Mathematics also looked over curiously, wanting to know the results.

The players calculated their Pill Perception. The highest, Farm master, reached 101.

The second was beef noodles, reaching 97!

Then, how much was Brother Ming’s?