61: Chapter 60 If you're no good, don't blame the road for being uneven!

Golden light burst from the furnace mouth, lighting up the entire lecture hall as bright as day.

Perfect quality.

A golden pillar of light.

For the students of the Pharmacy Department, the sight of these two things appearing in a classroom simultaneously was no less shocking than seeing a meteorite crash onto the playground.

As everyone knew, the quality of an advanced healing potion was divided into five grades.

Common, Excellent, Boutique, Top-grade, and Perfect.

Top-grade quality was one in a hundred.

As for Perfect quality—

That was the stuff of legends.

In the entire Alliance, there were no more than twenty recorded bottles of Perfect-grade advanced healing potion.

The creator of every single bottle was a Pharmacy Grandmaster of Grade 6 or higher.

Furthermore, without exception, they were all accidental productions; no one could achieve stable reproduction.

Zhang Heng's personal best was Top-grade.

He had studied for eleven years for that achievement.

And Perfect quality was a ceiling he had never touched in his entire life.

Now, a freshman who had never even touched pharmacy before had produced it in his second batch.

The classroom was deathly silent.

Zhang Heng stood at the side of the podium, his entire body seemingly frozen in place.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the potion inside the furnace, which emitted a faint golden halo; his lips quivered slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Impossible."

It took a long time for his voice to squeeze out of his throat.

It was raspy and faint, like the sound of paper being torn.

"Absolutely impossible!"

He suddenly looked up at Lin Mo, his eyes completely bloodshot.

"Perfect quality for an advanced healing potion requires an incredibly profound understanding of the interactions between sixteen different medicinal ingredients! It requires mana output precise to the millimeter! It requires—"

"Requires what?"

Lin Mo interrupted him, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about the weather.

"It requires luck... You're just lucky!"

Zhang Heng's face turned the color of pig liver.

Lin Mo didn't look at him again.

He turned and walked to the spare materials cabinet, pulled open the second drawer, and took out another complete set of the sixteen medicinal ingredients.

A commotion broke out in the classroom.

"What is he doing?"

"No way... Is he doing it again?"

Lin Mo laid the materials out on the table and said without looking back,

"Old geezer, I see you're not quite convinced."

"So, I'll make another bottle for you to see."

His hands were already moving.

The stem of the Blue Crystal Grass snapped between his fingers, and three drops of juice fell precisely into the mortar.

The Sunset Ore powder was crushed by the pestle, its fineness visibly exceeding the standard line.

Everyone held their breath.

This time, everyone was desperately staring at Lin Mo's every move.

Feeding the ingredients.

Controlling the temperature.

Injecting mana.

Every step was smooth and fluid, without any pause or hesitation in between.

The entire process was even faster than the first time.

Only 1 minute!

Lin Mo lifted the furnace lid.

Golden light soared into the sky once again.

The medicinal fragrance was even more potent than the first bottle.

"Hiss—"

Several students in the front row leaned back simultaneously, as if they had been burned by something.

[Production Successful!]

[advanced healing potion (Perfect Quality) — Effectiveness increased by 100%, comes with 10 minutes of toxin immunity.]

It actually came with a top-grade trait that was one in ten thousand!

10 minutes of toxin immunity!

Lin Mo picked up the potion bottle, twirled it twice in his hand, and then casually placed it in front of Zhang Heng.

"That's two bottles."

He looked down at Zhang Heng, his gaze mocking.

"What do you say? Still think it's luck?"

Zhang Heng did not answer.

He stared at the potion emitting a golden shimmer in front of him, his pupils trembling violently.

His hands were shaking.

Not from anger.

His entire being was shaking from the inside out.

Thirty years.

He had started practicing pharmacy at the age of twenty-two, and it had been exactly thirty years to this day.

In those thirty years, he had traveled to the medicinal production areas of the Alliance's twelve production cities, visited seven Grandmasters of Grade 4 or higher, and worn out every single pharmacy notebook in the Zhang Family's secret vault.

In those thirty years, he had personally refined over a hundred and fifty thousand bottles of advanced healing potion.

His success rate had risen from an initial 12% all the way to 88%.

The probability of producing Top-grade quality had increased from one in a thousand to three percent.

But Perfect quality—

Not even once.

He thought his mana control wasn't precise enough.

He thought his understanding of pharmacology wasn't thorough enough.

He thought his efforts were still far from enough!

So he woke up at four every morning to practice mana micro-manipulation, year after year for fifteen years.

So his finger joints had become deformed and could no longer be straightened.

But now.

A young man who had never even touched a pharmacy furnace.

Had actually casually refined two batches of Perfect quality!!!

Zhang Heng suddenly laughed.

The laugh was very light, squeezed out of his nostrils in intermittent bursts.

Then he laughed louder and louder.

Then other things began to mix into the laughter.

His eyes turned red, and liquid flowed down his chiseled face.

Laughing and crying at the same time, his shoulders heaving, he huddled by the side of the podium like a raving lunatic.

"Thirty years... thirty years..."

His voice had completely changed its tune.

"How could Heaven be so unkind to me... so unkind to me..."

In the lecture hall, one hundred and eighty students looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to speak.

They watched their most respected mentor squatting at the edge of the podium, crying and laughing, repeatedly muttering the same sentence.

The scene was eerie, absurd, and carried an indescribable sense of desolation.

Lin Yao stood by the back door, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and round.

Lin Mo, however, showed no expression of pity.

He looked down at Zhang Heng squatting on the ground, the contempt in his eyes clear for everyone to see.

"Old geezer, you can't make it not because Heaven is unkind to you."

"It's because you were a waste to begin with."

"And the kind of waste that lacks self-awareness."

"If you're incompetent, don't blame the road for being uneven."

Hearing Lin Mo's merciless humiliation,

Zhang Heng felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

His mouth opened and closed, but he could no longer make any sound!

He only reached out a trembling finger, pointing at Lin Mo.

"You... you... ugh-ph!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, staining his chest a deep crimson!

His entire body, like a wooden post without support, fell straight down!

"Teacher Zhang! Teacher!"

The students were panicked! They rushed forward to support him!

Zhang Heng raised his head tremulously, looking at Lin Mo with a face full of despair.

His lips quivered several times, but not a single word could come out.

Lin Mo picked up the two bottles of Perfect-grade potion on the podium and turned toward the door.

"Let's go, there's no point in attending such a trash class!"

As he passed by Lin Yao, Lin Mo spoke with disdain, and everyone heard him clearly!

But no one dared to refute him; there wasn't even anyone who dared to look him in the eye!

"Uh... uh, okay..."

Lin Yao followed him mechanically, her brain already in a state of continuous overload.

Before leaving, Lin Mo spoke once more:

"In a while, I will also hold a Public Alchemy Lecture in the school."

"Remember! Members of the Zhang Family and dogs are not allowed inside!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes widened again.

Zhang Heng spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted dead away!!