Chapter 112

Su Yitong's joking remark turned out to be spot on. Upon hearing the detailed description of the Hope Anthem, the Special Affairs Bureau's first reaction was to immediately prepare a venue! They wanted Su Yitong to hold 800 concerts for an audience of 100,000!

Unfortunately, even if the price dropped to 500 concerts, Su Yitong was still unwilling.

Thus, the first negotiation ended in failure.

Standing at the entrance of the restaurant, watching Yu Xunhuan and Su Yitong leave, Zhao Shuying crossed her arms and asked Wu Qingbai, “Can I interview you? What was that outburst just now?”

Wu Qingbai replied, “Old memories came rushing back to me. I was just starting to recover.”

He felt quite wronged: “I was just trying to learn from Yu Xunhuan, hoping to lighten the mood for you guys.”

Let’s not mention that Zhao Shuying and Su Yitong weren’t really buying into Yu Xunhuan’s act—Yu Xunhuan herself knew this. It was simply that neither side wanted to let the conversation fall apart, so one offered a way out, and the other two followed suit.

Zhao Shuying was shocked: “’Sisters, please don’t be upset’ and ‘Ladies, hear me out, let’s not argue,’ is that what you learned??”

Wu Qingbai said, “If you think about it, they’re quite similar. The structure is even identical, right?”

Zhao Shuying: “…”

What an idiot!!

……

The Special Affairs Bureau could afford to wait, and they had the guts to do so, but Su Yitong couldn’t afford to wait. She sought collaboration with the Bureau to quickly secure the Jiaolong (a mythical dragon).

She truly needed this Jiaolong. For the price of a song—well, now it might be 500 songs—she could obtain a pet that would surpass 99% of players in strength.

Once she got this level 12 Jiaolong, she could solo dungeons. Not only would her power increase rapidly, but she could also leverage this Jiaolong to gain more authority within the Su family, forming a core team that would be completely loyal to her.

Most importantly, with the Jiaolong, she might even catch that little thief who had been stealing her attribute points and equipment.

Each of these matters was a thorn in her heart.

Although she currently had a team that belonged solely to her within the Su family, these people were only after their own divine gifts and the resources of the Su family. They would even take orders from Su Baizhe.

She never believed in their loyalty, so she hadn’t invested much effort into them. She only met with them once a week to sing the Hope Anthem.

After the game invasion, other S-rank divine gift holders were busy growing stronger.

And what about her? She was just a celebrity in the Su family.

Every time she stood on the high platform of the Su family, singing the Hope Anthem for those people, she felt a sense of humiliation.

Even though they stood while she sat on a high chair looking down at them, that feeling didn’t lessen much.

She hated the feeling of helping others grow stronger. She wouldn’t feel satisfied just because they looked at her with gratitude; that was too ridiculous.

On the contrary! She was extremely anxious!

Every minute and second, she worried that these people would grow too strong to control, that they might turn around and control her instead…

Moreover, she knew that while they were grateful to her, they didn’t truly respect her. The ones they really respected were Su Baizhe and Su Langfeng, not her.

Because she wasn’t strong enough to crush them.

And because they had unilaterally positioned her as a support.

What a disgusting arrangement…

In Su Yitong’s view, to make a relationship unbreakable, emotions were the least effective means. Only a combination of interests and strength was truly effective and perfect.

Look at Yu Xunhuan—she’s as obedient as a dog!

As for the rule that each person can only contract one pet at a time?

That’s not a problem either. In the future, if she encounters a stronger and better pet, she can just kill the Jiaolong and get a new one.

……

Yu Xunge was still unaware of how deeply Su Yitong resented the Su family; she was currently facing an assessment from Hufflepuff.

She had been studying under Hufflepuff for over half a year. In Hufflepuff’s words, she needed to test her learning outcomes, and her time was too precious to waste on a fool.

252 types of basic potions, 47 types of intermediate potions, and 3 types of advanced potions—each potion could only be brewed once, and the overall failure rate couldn’t exceed 5%. That was the assessment Hufflepuff had given her.

Yu Xunge hesitated; these potions clearly couldn’t be brewed in just one hour of disguise time.

Hufflepuff turned to Little Maki and said, “Close the shop for three days.” After that, she looked at Yu Xunge.

Yu Xunge understood what that meant. Fine, she was done pretending!

After seeing Little Maki lock the shop door, she borrowed Little Maki’s room, changed her clothes, and then deactivated her Thief’s disguise skill… not because she trusted Hufflepuff and Little Maki, but because she had confidence.

The portal could take her back to Blue Star at any time.

Even if she couldn’t teleport away, she could still say, “Just wait, I’ll be back,” and that would allow her to come back to life.

She could afford to take the risk; to continue learning alchemy from Hufflepuff, she had to gamble.

When Yu Xunge came down from upstairs, Hufflepuff nodded in satisfaction. She looked much better than the green-skinned goblin that was only knee-high.

Little Maki beside her gasped in surprise.

Yu Xunge smiled; she had deliberately changed into loose, comfortable loungewear. She wanted to present her best self for this assessment.

【Chapter 144: Hufflepuff’s Assessment】

The herbs involved in these potions numbered nearly 1,300, all of which Hufflepuff had taught her. She gave Little Maki a bag of gold coins, asking her to buy herbs from the neighboring apothecary as needed.

Hufflepuff didn’t go off to drink or smoke; she stood by the cauldron, arms crossed, watching the brewing process and results of each potion closely.

During the brief instability when the Ze Lan Star connected with Blue Star, many had learned alchemy from Hufflepuff.

In those days, she, like the other twelve holy clans who had made small achievements in various fields, was bound by the rules and had to teach the Blue Star people who came to learn from them. For just a few gold coins, they could buy her professional memories.

This behavior was part of the connection between the two worlds; they needed to “pollute” the Blue Star people through knowledge, magic, and “historical” projections.

The more comprehensive and clear the Blue Star people’s understanding of Ze Lan was, the clearer the chains between the two worlds became.

This was honey wrapped around poison; even if the Blue Star people knew, they had to swallow it because this knowledge was their hope against Ze Lan.

At first, Hufflepuff didn’t remember Yu Xunge because she appeared differently each time—sometimes as a goblin, sometimes as a blood elf, sometimes as an undead; in short, she was always sneaky…

But she was the only Blue Star person who called her “teacher.”

On the last day of the unstable connection, this Blue Star person came again, and Hufflepuff, on a whim, tested her potion. She regretted it as soon as she said it.

After these Blue Star people learned professional skills, their potion-brewing speed was astonishing. Rather than saying they were brewing potions, it was more accurate to say that the rules were accelerating the synthesis of potions, a result of the instability of space-time during the connection of the two worlds.

In such circumstances, the potions brewed were hardly recognizable; Hufflepuff didn’t even want to admit they were potions.

To her surprise, Yu Xunge produced something distinctly different—potions she had brewed on Blue Star.

To be honest, those twenty bottles of potions weren’t perfect. If Hufflepuff were to comment, she could list dozens of flaws.

Some of the material combinations made her laugh; she could see that this Blue Star person had tried to adjust after failing and had seriously considered the properties and attributes of these herbs. However, many obscure points of knowledge were unknown to her, so even though the results were still considered successful, the cost had more than tripled.

The combinations were quite naive, yet they were filled with imaginative flair.

But the advantages were equally evident. Just from the clarity and color of the potions, it was clear that this Blue Star person had studied diligently and practiced extensively.

From those twenty bottles of potions alone, Hufflepuff recognized Yu Xunge’s talent and diligence.

Without talent, she couldn’t brew such spirited potions; without enough diligence, she wouldn’t have been able to calm down and study hard after experiencing the process of brewing potions in just a second.

She tossed Yu Xunge a copy of her alchemy notes. The book, *Hufflepuff’s Alchemy Notes*, wasn’t really suitable for Yu Xunge at that time, but she thought that she might never see this Blue Star person again, so she gave it to her to study at her own pace.

Who would have thought that this person would turn around and give her 2,000 gold coins?

Hufflepuff didn’t need those 2,000 gold coins, but she liked smart, diligent, and talented people who knew their place.

How many gold coins could a Blue Star person who had only been to Ze Lan a few times have? That might have been a large portion of her wealth.

She thought that after that encounter, she wouldn’t see this Blue Star person again. But after some time, one day, a green-skinned goblin suddenly appeared in the shop. This goblin looked surprisingly handsome, with an indescribable aura!

Upon meeting, the goblin called her “teacher” and then gifted her a few bottles of wine that were clearly not produced on Ze Lan…

At that moment, she knew exactly who it was.

From that day on, she began teaching this Blue Star person, just to pass the time, she thought.

Until one day, this not-quite-apprentice pulled out a potion that far exceeded the standard of an ordinary alchemist, and only then did she finally ask for her name.

“I’m Ravenclaw.”

Well, that’s just great; it sounds like a fake name.

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