The strongest talent tree

Chapter 79: Making poison?

Feng Hao was also a little surprised. He didn't expect Regret Medicine to be able to produce a recommendation letter from a ninth-level alchemist. Moreover, this ninth-level alchemist was different from him. He was a ninth-level alchemist certified by the Alchemist Association.

But the Regret Medicine was weird enough. He was obviously a ninth-level alchemist, but he still came to the academy's alchemy department. It seemed that as he said, his father really wanted to train him to become a combat magician.

Seeing the three staff members walking away, Feng Hao couldn't help but said: "Ninth-level alchemist recommendation letter, you are not simple!"

"So what if it's not simple? Didn't you get kidnapped by dad to be a battle mage?" Regret Yao looked sad.

"Actually, it's good for a pharmacist to have a little fighting power, and he can avoid a lot of trouble." Feng Hao enlightened with a little sympathy.

Regret Medicine gave a wry smile and said sadly: "Forget it, if we don't talk about this, talking too much will only lead to tears."

"Okay, let's concentrate on dealing with the assessment. I'm going to decide on your level four refined iron." Feng Hao said with a confident smile.

"It's not certain who will lose and who will win." Zhui Yao looked dissatisfied. He changed the topic and asked curiously: "By the way, Brother Feng, what's going on with your recommendation letter? Are you not enrolled in school?"

"For special reasons, I cannot enroll." Feng Hao said casually.

Regret Yao seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Brother Feng is indeed not an ordinary person, he is ambitious!"

Feng Hao smiled and said nothing more. He closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting patiently for the assessment to begin.

A few minutes later, the registration of more than 100 candidates was completed, and the three teachers left one after another. Immediately afterwards, a gray-haired old man walked in surrounded by three people. His gray-white robe was spotless, and his movements were extraordinary.

The old man raised his eyes and glanced around, with a little surprise on his face, "Hey, there are over [-] candidates this year."

"This is a good thing." The middle-aged man in charge of the level just now said with a smile.

"What's good? More people doesn't necessarily mean high quality. I'll be satisfied if I can get a few good seedlings." The old man said angrily.

The middle-aged man said awkwardly: "Ahem, um... you'd better announce the test questions first, so as not to make the students anxious."

The old man nodded slightly, walked up to the center of the high platform, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone who comes to the Medicine Refining Department of Wuzhou College must know something about this department. I won't say much gossip, as long as you can complete it." As for my examination questions, you are a member of this department.”

"As for this year's test questions, let me think about it again." After saying that, the old man in gray clothes began to think seriously.

Hearing this, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, especially the three teachers behind the old man, who were so embarrassed that they had nothing to say.

The candidates in the audience were also confused. Although they were mentally prepared before coming, they never imagined that it would be like this. Damn, the exam was about to start, but they didn't even think about the exam questions.

Feng Hao was also shocked and said with a strange expression: "Hey, Brother Regret, do you know where this old man came from?"

"Of course I know, he is Sun Yaowen, the dean of our department, an eighth-level alchemist. It is said that his real level has reached level nine, but he never admits that he is a ninth-level alchemist." Regret Yao said in a low voice.

"Sure enough, weird people have their own weird things, and this old man is really quite capable." Feng Hao looked at him playfully.

"You can't say that. Our dean is still very prestigious in the medicine refining world. Even if my father sees him, he has to call him senior." Regret Yao said seriously.

"Oh, that's just an old weirdo." Feng Hao responded with a curl of his lips.

"..." Regret Yao was speechless.

At this time, the old man Sun Yaowen suddenly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, this year's exam questions will be something new."

The three teachers behind them all expressed their speechlessness. Are you saying that the exam questions for you are not new?
Looking at the more than 100 pairs of expectant eyes in the audience, Sun Yaowen's mouth curled up a bit stubbornly, walked around a few steps, and announced loudly: "I have decided that this year's exam question is-drug production."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar. Not only the candidates were confused, but also the three teachers. "Dean, I'm afraid this is inappropriate, isn't it? Drug production is quite controversial, and students may have little contact with it." The only female teacher couldn't help but speak.

Sun Yaowen glanced back at her and snorted secretly: "There is no separation between medicine and poison. I just want to improve their understanding, so as not to fall into a dead end like the alchemists of the association."

"That's what I say, but there is no need to put it in the assessment." Another male teacher said angrily.

"Are you the dean or am I the dean?" Sun Yaowen asked with a glare.

The male teacher smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly, "Well, if you keep going like this, when will our department be able to make a difference?"

"It depends on quality, not quantity, to get ahead." Sun Yaowen sneered, turned around and sat on the examiner's chair, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and start the exam."

The three teachers looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and started to organize themselves.

"Everyone has heard that this year's test question is about making drugs. The time limit is two hours. You can get the required materials from Teacher Guo. The final score will be judged by the degree of toxicity." The female teacher announced loudly.

Several candidates in the front row said with sad faces: "Teacher, none of us have ever learned how to make poison!"

The female teacher opened her mouth and didn't know how to respond. At this time, Sun Yaowen on the stage said coldly: "Have you never eaten pork and never seen a pig running? You have never learned how to express yourself freely. If you really can't do it, you can choose to quit."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire audience was filled with grief, and the candidates could only accept the test question silently.

Although the test questions were strange and unprepared, no one chose to quit. After all, it was not easy to get here, and no one wanted to go in vain.

Fortunately, getting started with poison making is very simple. As long as you have some knowledge of medicine, you can just mix a few toxic materials together to make poison. The key lies in the synergy and amplification between various materials.

At this time, Regret Yao looked like he was about to cry without tears. Although he was already a fifth-level alchemist, he was not involved in making poisons at all.

"Brother Feng, now we both have the same starting point. Winning or losing can only depend on luck." Regret Yao cried bitterly.

"Who has the same starting point as you? Dude, I'm very good at making poison." Feng Hao said with a wicked smile.

Regret Yao was taken aback, widened his eyes and said: "No way, such a coincidence?"

"There's no way, luck is so good, prepare your level [-] refined iron, buddy, I'm going to show off my skills." Feng Hao smirked and went to Teacher Guo to collect the materials.

Regret Yao stood there blankly, looking up to the sky and sighing: "Is this God's will?"

The timing of the assessment has already started. Candidates are collecting materials one after another. Others are not familiar with drug making, and they have received a lot of toxic materials in a mess, preparing to explore slowly.

But Feng Hao was different. He majored in assassins in "The Magician", and his poison-making skills were not generally high. Obviously, he couldn't choose randomly like others.

"Hello, teacher, I need ghost stone powder, the second eye of the three-eyed toad, black iron ore companion grass, and a bottle of fourth-level magic beast blood essence."

Teacher Guo was handing out the materials with a sigh. Hearing Feng Hao's demand, he raised his head in surprise and said in disbelief, "You have a good idea of ​​selecting materials. You have learned how to make drugs before?"

"I have learned a little bit." Feng Hao responded modestly, laughing secretly in his heart.

"Not bad, good performance." Teacher Guo nodded in satisfaction, and quickly found the materials Feng Hao needed from the space ring, "You don't need many materials, so I'll give you a few more."

"Thank you, teacher." Feng Hao thanked him softly.

Although it was impossible for him to fail in refining due to his ability, Teacher Guo's kindness still warmed his heart.

(End of this chapter)