Super Gene Hunting Ground

Chapter 1229 - 1219: Black Potion, Red Potion?

As Yang Xiao walked to the water tank, he was somewhat surprised. Instead of black potion, it was a kind of red liquid inside the tank.

"What is this?"

"This is a potion to restore Qi and aid genetic mutation."

Wanyan He leaned his head against the water tank, his eyes slightly closed, looking very satisfied.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Why don’t you jump in and find out for yourself?"

Wanyan He didn’t open his eyes, wearing an intoxicated expression.

He only needed to run thirty kilometers, so he finished earlier than Yang Xiao and naturally returned to the potion tank first.

Yang Xiao was a bit impatient and quickly jumped into the potion tank.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream erupted from Yang Xiao’s throat.

It felt as if tens of thousands of silver needles were piercing into his pores, causing unbearable pain.

Hearing Yang Xiao’s miserable scream, Wanyan He laughed heartily.

"Damn, you’re playing me, not being honest."

"I have to let you suffer a bit too, right? Can’t let you have it too easy. When I first started, I was even worse than you, haha..."

After Wanyan spoke, his face showed a kind of painful expression.

He was just holding back the pain and pretending. If Yang Xiao had asked a few more questions, he probably couldn’t have kept up the act.

This potion is equally excruciatingly uncomfortable. He had soaked in it for more than a year, gradually adapting, so his reaction wasn’t as extreme as before.

However, the potion adjusts the concentration according to each person’s level of Flying Leopard Divine Skill, so the pain is eternal, and pleasure is only temporary.

Yang Xiao had just run fifty kilometers, with every pore wide open, and the Flying Leopard Divine Skill Heart Method within his body had long been activated. He could now feel a stream of Qi circulating throughout his body.

As soon as he jumped into the potion tank, the potion in the water was quickly absorbed into his body through every pore.

But the absorption process was painful, just like being pierced by silver needles.

Yang Xiao gritted his teeth, wincing in extreme pain.

The saying "pierced by ten thousand swords" probably doesn’t compare to this agony.

He suddenly remembered something Wanyan Cuo, the Elder of the Cultivation Hall, told him yesterday,

"Seventy percent depends on talent, thirty percent on hard work."

Damn, why is there only thirty percent on hard work? It should at least account for seventy percent.

Fortunately, Yang Xiao had previously practiced the Genetic Evolution Method of the Great Dragon Empire. The Body Refinement and Bone Forging stages were also extremely painful, especially the Bone Forging, where every inch of bone needed to be broken, causing pain and torment not less intense than now.

After half an hour, Yang Xiao felt not so much pain anymore, letting out a long sigh.

He looked down at the water in the tank, which had changed from red to clear water.

Yang Xiao turned to look at Wanyan He beside him, seeing Wanyan He looking very painful, and then he laughed:

"Brother He, do you have to look so pained? Still pretending in front of me?"

Wanyan He glanced at Yang Xiao and replied angrily:

"I’m almost dying, not in the mood to talk to you, ah, ah...!"

He groaned in pain a few times.

In a few minutes, Yang Xiao no longer felt any pain, as if those silver needles had been pulled out from his pores, leaving his body feeling light and comfortable.

Yang Xiao stood up from the potion tank and jumped out.

"Hey, Yang Xiao, why are you jumping out? Can’t stand a little suffering, how will you cultivate the Flying Leopard Divine Skill then? Hurry up and sit back down."

In the distance, Wanyan Cuo, the Elder of the Cultivation Hall, pointed at Yang Xiao with a stern expression, commanding.

Yang Xiao scratched his head and, with a giggle, said:

"Elder, I’ve already finished cultivating."

"Nonsense, hurry and sit back down, everyone else takes an hour, and you, how long have you been?"

"I really have finished cultivating, the water has already turned clear."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Cuo shouted:

"Nonsense, how could this be?"

His figure flickered and instantly appeared in front of Yang Xiao, looking down at the potion tank beside Yang Xiao. His face was suddenly stunned.

The originally red potion tank was now crystal clear.

"What?"

Wanyan Cuo, shocked, couldn’t find words.

There were more than thirty people participating in cultivation at the scene, each practicing at different levels of Flying Leopard Divine Skill, using different concentrations of potion, and covering various running distances.

At that moment, there were still a dozen people running desperately on the track, and another dozen soaking in the potion tanks.

Yang Xiao was the only one who had already completed the cultivation.

Under normal circumstances, it takes at least an hour to absorb all the potion from a tank, and some people need to soak for an hour and a half.

Yang Xiao had absorbed all the potion in just about forty minutes, which Wanyan Cuo, who had been the Elder of the Cultivation Hall for decades, encountered for the first time.

Wanyan Cuo looked at Yang Xiao with bewilderment, then turned and said to the guard beside him:

"Go bring the medicine mixer worker over here."

"Yes."

The worker was standing not far away, and the guard called out to him, and he immediately ran over.

"Elder, you called me?"

"How did you mix this tank of potion for Yang Xiao?"

"Elder, as per your instructions, I prepared Yang Xiao’s potion according to a five-level concentration. Did I do something wrong?"

"Are you sure there was no mistake in the mix?"

"I would not dare to make a mistake; it is absolutely correct, I guarantee it with my life."

Wanyan Cuo glanced at the worker, nodded, and waved him off:

"Understood, you may go back to your work."

"Yes, Elder."

The worker then went back to preparing potions for the other tanks.

Wanyan Cuo looked at Yang Xiao, still puzzled, and asked:

"Yang Xiao, what is your genetic evolution realm exactly?"

"Empire Middle Level, I told you yesterday, I’m not lying. Actually, when I first jumped into the potion tank, I also felt intense pain, you probably saw it from a distance, right?"

Wanyan Cuo nodded,

"It’s your first day participating in Flying Leopard Divine Skill cultivation, and I gave you a potion prepared at a five-level concentration, normally taking at least over an hour to barely turn the water clear, and look now, in under an hour, it’s become so clear, something’s definitely not right."

"Look at Wanyan He,"

Wanyan Cuo pointed his finger at Wanyan He beside them, who was sitting painfully in his tank, with the water still very red.

Wanyan He spoke painfully,

"Elder, I can testify for Yang Xiao, when he first jumped into the potion tank, he also felt very painful, and shouted several times. The concentration of this potion should be fine."

"If this potion’s concentration is fine, then the problem must be with the quantity."

Yang Xiao was taken aback,

"What do you mean?"

"Yang Xiao, after running, you have to ensure you soak for at least one hour, do you know what this potion is called?"

"What’s it called?"

"Red Potion!"

"Pfft!"

Yang Xiao couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Damn, he expected Wanyan Cuo to announce some grand, cool, and chic name, but instead, it was a silly name like Red Potion!

"So the first one we soaked in was called Black Potion, right?"

Yang Xiao looked at Wanyan Cuo earnestly.

"Exactly, you’re very clever, the one earlier was Black Potion."

Wanyan Cuo also answered earnestly.

The two guards behind couldn’t help but chuckle, turning their heads to smirk secretly.

Even Wanyan He, sitting in his potion tank, burst into laughter.

Wanyan Cuo’s face changed, and he barked:

"Be serious, I’m talking to Yang Xiao."

The two guards and Wanyan He tried hard not to laugh.

"Yang Xiao, although I don’t know what’s going on with your body, you absorb faster than ordinary people, and you can’t ensure an hour of genetic refinement, so I’ll have to add another tank of Red Potion for you to soak."

"What? There’s more?"

Yang Xiao displayed a pained expression.

Wanyan Cuo glanced at Yang Xiao and said flatly:

"Do you know how much a tank of Red Potion is worth in Crystal Coins?"

"How much?"

"Ten billion Crystal Coins."

"..."