Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 138 - 101: Soda from Fox Mountain

The night descends over West State City, and the lights are just beginning to twinkle.

In the teahouse’s private room, the lighting is soft.

Bai Mo sits quietly, takes a sip of tea, and clicks his tongue.

This tea isn’t cheap, just a small pot costs more than two hundred bucks. But the taste isn’t great. Random grass from the roadside on Fox Mountain tastes sweeter than this.

At the long table beside him, Teacher Chen and more than ten students are eagerly going over the answers Bai Mo just wrote, anxiously comparing them.

"Did I get this wrong too?"

"Ah, the questions this year are tough."

"Bai Mo provided three solutions. The second one is the most standard. Did any of you write it down?"

Zhang Shan, sitting next to Bai Mo, couldn’t care less about the answers and scores. He is busy looking at the teahouse menu.

"Look, their swan pastries look so delicate and tasty. They’re ninety-eight bucks each; I wonder what they taste like. Should we get one to try?"

Bai Mo looks at Zhang Shan, "Including Teacher Chen, there are fifteen people here. You can’t just taste it by yourself, right? Are you sure you want to try? How much is your salary?"

Zhang Shan shivers and tosses the menu onto the table.

Suddenly, the room door opens and a chubby head peeks in, scanning the room.

Coincidentally, it’s Wang Yuanbao, the little fatty they met just during the day!

He is thrilled, pushes the door open, walks in, and grabs Teacher Chen’s hand right away.

"Hahaha, Teacher, how come you came to my family’s teahouse and didn’t let me know?"

Teacher Chen looks up, slightly puzzled, who is this? Does she know him?

Wang Yuanbao excitedly turns to grab Bai Mo’s hand.

"Hahaha, Old Bai! Remember me? During the school’s sports day, I was sitting just a row behind you, and we had such a cool chat!"

Bai Mo looks up, slightly puzzled, really? Doesn’t seem so.

Wang Yuanbao glances at the table and waves to the female manager at the door.

"Manager Wang, bring some proper Longjing tea since my teacher and classmates are here.

"And more of our specialty pastries, let my classmates try them out.

"Put it all on my tab."

Everyone in the room stares blankly at Wang Yuanbao.

What’s this guy trying to pull? What’s he up to?

Wang Yuanbao turns back, looks at Teacher Chen, Bai Mo, and then at the piles of answers on the table.

"You all... checking answers?

"Already got the answers so soon?

"Did Old Bai come up with them?"

Teacher Chen gives an awkward smile.

"Want to join in and check your answers too?

"Estimate your score in advance?"

Wang Yuanbao grins and finds a stool, sitting down with a thud.

"Sure, let’s do it together!"

...

Soon, the private room has new tea, along with various pastries laid out.

Bai Mo’s classmates are eating while comparing answers.

Wang Yuanbao pulls out a sheet of English answers, sits at the table, and starts checking.

The voice of the Ancient Immortal reverberates in his mind.

"It’s really unnecessary.

"English is just a trivial matter.

"A language that’s barely a few hundred years old, how much can it contain?

"I’ve gone through all the textbooks and practice papers you gave me, absorbing them instantly.

"For a paper worth 150 points, you could easily score at least 140."

Holding the answers, Wang Yuanbao’s chubby hand shakes a bit.

He silently chants in his heart.

"Master, why don’t you take a look at the answers..."

The tiger’s eyes on the jade pendant around his chest secretly peek at the answers.

Soon after, both he and the Ancient Immortal Master fall silent together...

Wang Yuanbao calculates in his heart that he might score forty or fifty in English on his own.

But with his master’s answers, probably only thirty or forty.

The Ancient Immortal’s voice echoes in his mind again.

"Uh... well, this kind of rubbish language, I really can’t muster any interest.

"But never mind, math is the true test of intelligence, with my wisdom, the math paper I helped with will surely score full marks!"

Wang Yuanbao exchanges his answers with another classmate to get a math paper.

He holds it to his chest and looks at it with his Ancient Immortal Master.

After a few minutes, they both fall silent again.

"Uh... well, we Ancient Immortals study the arts of Heaven, the grand paths of the universe.

"These are just trivial tricks, and they love to set traps for people. It’s boring...

"You should look at science! That’s true knowledge from the investigation of things, connecting ancient and modern, and I guarantee the science paper I helped with will score over two hundred!"

...

More than an hour passes.

The classmates finish comparing answers, and while they can’t precisely gauge their scores, they have a rough idea of how they did.

Class president Fang Yuan is comforting her boyfriend Zhang Jian.

"It’s okay, even if we don’t go to the same university, we can still go to the same city."

Bai Mo, sitting beside them, has just gained new insights from pondering a prescription, planning to test it out at Fox Mountain later. His gaze sweeps across the room, landing on Wang Yuanbao. This guy is still holding a sheet of answers, positioning it directly in front of the jade pendant on his chest.

Could it be that the Ancient Immortal is interested in human exams?

What’s going on here?

What does it mean?

Teacher Chen, the homeroom teacher, has just secretly checked Wang Yuanbao’s past test scores. She finds that his results are very average, roughly scoring a total of 300 points.

She pats Wang Yuanbao on the shoulder.

"How did you do on the test this time?

"I see your mock exams usually score around 300.

"Did you make a breakthrough this time?"

Wang Yuanbao sits by the table, holding a Chinese multiple-choice answer sheet.

His face is as dark as coal.

In his dream, his Ancient Immortal Master’s face is also black.

This time, employing his Ancient Immortal Master as a super shooter did lead to a breakthrough... but a downward breakthrough, from a total of 300, breaking through to 200.

...

The night deepens, and the wind howls.

In the large hall of the Fox Mountain dormitory, Bai Mo sits on a stool, guarding several buckets of medicinal soup, holding a tablet, experimenting while consulting literature.

The fox disciples beside him form a long, spiral queue in front of the Alchemy Furnace, lining up to take drinks of soda.

A faucet protrudes from the drain valve below the Alchemy Furnace.

The queue just happens to reach White Tail here. It twists the faucet open with its paw, catching the fizzing soda flowing out with a cup.

Inserting a straw made from a stem and going to a nearby ice bucket to fetch two ice cubes to plop into the cup.

Squinting its eyes, tilting its head, it bites the straw and takes a sip, allowing the soda to flow into its mouth... immediately feeling cool, sweet, and grassy with a tingling fizz!

"Yay yay yay!"

This is too delicious!

Its eyes curve into crescents, immediately clutching the soda cup, wagging its tail and scurrying off to the end of the line to queue again.

...

Beside Bai Mo, there are already several cups of soda brought over by the disciples.

He takes a sip...

"Indeed, it has a lot of fizz."

Even though only a drip of Monkey Head Fruit juice was added to the large Alchemy Furnace... the fizzy soda it produced has more effervescence than Coca-Cola.

Putting down the soda, he continues reading the literature, flipping through related materials.

"[Bubble Pod Liquid], it looks quite similar...

"[Black Stone Acid Water], also has some similarities.

"[Monkey Brain Liquid], the sap obtained after the Monkey Head Tree mutation, can’t be used as medicine..."

Hmm?

Bai Mo widens his eyes and goes back to reread this section.

Monkey Brain Liquid?

The sap obtained after the Monkey Head Tree mutation?

Can’t be used as medicine?

"... The mutated Monkey Brain Liquid contains a lot of gas, but is highly unstable and has no medicinal properties..."

Bai Mo frowns. So Monkey Brain Liquid existed even in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty?

And it was identified as waste?

No!

Bai Mo shakes his head.

"The Ancient Immortals said it’s useless, but that might not be true.

"Theory derived from books remains shallow; I’ll try it myself."

He begins to operate the medicinal soups in front of him, filtering out impurities, skimming off the foam, and gently stirring... Infusing his Divine Sense into the medicinal soup to observe the changes constantly. Occasionally, he blows out a pill fire against the side of the barrel to control the temperature.

Soon enough...

Hiss...

The barrel with the added Monkey Head Fruit juice spews out gas dramatically!

This gas carries a strong medicinal aroma, spreading throughout the entire dormitory hall, instantly permeating! Luckily, Bai Mo conducted preliminary research with harmless medicinal soup, or else it might have led to disaster!

Before long, the gas is entirely released, and looking at the barrel again, it contains only clear broth resembling waste liquid.

"Not only is this substance unstable, but it also takes away most of the medicinal properties?"

Bai Mo smirks.

No wonder the Ancient Immortals said it couldn’t be used in medicine; maybe they were already tricked by it?