62: Chapter 61: No Zhang family members or dogs allowed inside.

The news spread faster than a plague.

By the time Lin Mo stepped out of the lecture hall, the first video had already been uploaded to Tianfu University's internal forum.

The footage was recorded secretly by a senior student using a communicator.

The quality was blurry and the angle was tilted, but the content was deathly clear—

Lin Mo's first batch exploded the furnace, with thick black smoke soaring into the sky.

The second batch emitted a soaring golden light, reaching perfect quality.

The golden light from the third batch was even more intense, carrying a ten-minute toxin immunity effect.

The scene of Zhang Heng squatting by the edge of the podium, laughing and crying at the same time, was captured frame by frame.

The post's title was also extremely exaggerated: [Freshman Lin Mo Makes Perfect Quality Potions as Easily as Eating or Drinking! Teacher Zhang Heng Faints from Anger on the Spot!].

The comment section surpassed two thousand entries within three minutes.

"Is this fake? Photoshopped?"

"Upstairs, go check the poster. He's the monitor of Pharmacy Class Three. Why on earth would he fake this?"

"Perfect quality advanced healing potions—there are no more than twenty recorded in the entire Alliance, and every single creator is a Grandmaster of the sixth rank or higher. You're telling me a freshman made this?"

"Master Zhang Heng was so angry he spat blood? No, what kind of monster is this guy?"

"Slow down the video at the 35-second mark. The intervals for adding the sixteen medicinal ingredients are precise down to the millisecond. I haven't even seen this kind of technique in the Alliance's Rank 6 Grandmaster Tournament."

"Did anyone notice the last thing he said—'No entry for Zhang family members and dogs'??? This is freaking insane!"

"'No entry for Zhang family members and dogs'—this direct provocation... the Zhang family is probably going to die of rage."

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At the same time.

The office area of Tianfu University's School of Pharmacy.

Over thirty faculty members, who were usually quite arrogant, were now huddled around a holographic projection like a flock of stunned geese, watching the video over and over again.

In the huge office, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

It wasn't until the video finished for the fourth time that the white-haired old lady sitting in the main seat finally spoke.

"Go invite Zhang Heng here. I need to ask him personally."

The teaching assistant beside her looked troubled.

"Dean, Teacher Zhang was carried to the infirmary on a stretcher... The doctor said he suffered a severe shock, his mental state is extremely unstable, and he's been babbling incoherently."

Song Wanqing, the Dean of the School of Pharmacy, leaned back in her chair, took off her reading glasses, and wiped them slowly with a velvet cloth.

"Then go ask that freshman named Lin Mo."

"Didn't he say he was going to hold a class? Go find out when and where."

The assistant was stunned.

"Dean, you... you're going to attend?"

Song Wanqing didn't answer the question.

She put her reading glasses back on, her gaze piercing through the lenses as she stared intently at the frozen frame on the projection—

That soaring golden light, and Lin Mo's relaxed, casual profile as he casually picked up the potion bottle.

It was as if making a perfect potion really was just a trivial matter for him.

"Also, notify the Vice President's office."

Song Wanqing's tone was calm, yet powerful.

"Tell them that the ceiling of our School of Pharmacy might be shattered by a young man."

...

2:00 PM.

Lecture Hall No. 2 of the School of Pharmacy at Tianfu University.

This was the largest classroom in the entire School of Pharmacy, capable of holding five hundred people.

Lin Yao stood at the door, watching the dense crowd surging in, feeling completely numb.

"What kind of notice did you actually post..." she asked, turning to Lin Mo.

"I just made a post."

Lin Mo sat on the podium with his legs crossed, flipping through a copy of the "Alliance Encyclopedia of Potions."

It contained the materials required for various potions.

"'Free public lecture, 100% success rate teaching on how to make perfect quality potions, limited to five hundred people, first come first served.'"

"'No entry for Zhang family members and dogs.'"

After Lin Yao read the contents of the post, she covered her face in agony.

Many members of the Zhang family were famous big shots in the industry; Lin Mo had completely offended every single one of them.

Lin Mo didn't even look up, taking it all as a matter of course.

A long queue had already formed at the classroom door.

Almost all the senior students from the Pharmacy Department had arrived.

The Combat Department, Support Department, Forging Department—even people from the Taijutsu Department had come to join the excitement.

But they were quickly kicked out by some Pharmacy Department teachers who had arrived early.

Lin Yao even spotted Su Wan in the crowd.

"Why are you here too?"

Su Wan gave a subtle smile.

"I'm also in the Pharmacy Department, how could I not come to see this legendary figure!"

She lowered her voice and leaned toward Lin Yao's ear:

"The Dean, the Vice President, and many others are here! They're on their way."

Lin Yao's legs went weak.

2:10 PM.

The classroom was almost full.

Over a hundred people were still standing in the corridor, craning their necks to look inside.

Three standard Black Iron Medicine Furnaces were placed on the podium, alongside twelve sets of advanced healing potion materials urgently dispatched by the School of Pharmacy's Academic Affairs Office.

Although Lin Mo hadn't applied to the school for his public lecture at all.

The School of Pharmacy had directly acquiesced and even took the initiative to provide him with various conveniences.

She didn't know if Qin Lan had a hand in it.

Lin Mo didn't care; he tossed the book onto the table and stood up.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the back door of the classroom.

Four people walked in.

Leading them was a young man in a gray pharmacist robe, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, whose features were seventy percent similar to Zhang Heng's but more mature.

Zhang Hengyuan.

Zhang Heng's nephew, a PhD student in the Pharmacy Department at Tianfu University, a Rank 3 Pharmacist, and the most promising pharmacy genius of the Zhang family's younger generation.

Behind him followed three pharmacy students from the Zhang family.

The four of them strode toward the front row of the classroom.

Occasionally, they greeted people they knew, acting as if they were just normal students coming to class.

Lin Yao's heart leaped into her throat.

Then, the four of them stopped.

Because on the wall to the right of the classroom door, a wooden board—stripped from who knows where—leaned against it.

On it, eight large characters were written crookedly with a black marker—

"No entry for Zhang family members and dogs."

The entire corridor instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze focused on Zhang Hengyuan's face.

That silent, smiling face was turning red at a visible speed.

Starting from his neck, it spread all the way to his ears and forehead.

The three Zhang family students behind him were already trembling—not from fear, but from rage.

"Lin Mo, how dare you humiliate my Zhang family like this!"

Zhang Hengyuan's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You'd better think carefully about what you're doing."

"Do you know what happened to the last person who offended our Zhang family?"

On the podium, Lin Mo finally raised his head and glanced at him.

The sarcasm and contempt in that look...

...made Zhang Hengyuan pant with rage, his heart pounding wildly like a trapped deer.

"The Zhang family?"

Lin Mo let out a disdainful sneer.

"A bunch of low-lifes who don't deserve any better treatment than dogs."

The hall was almost full, yet it was so quiet a pin drop could be heard; no one dared to make a sound.

Zhang Hengyuan's right hand clenched into a fist inside his sleeve.

Between his knuckles, a wisp of pure mana belonging to a Rank 3 Pharmacist was overflowing uncontrollably.

Just as the atmosphere was about to ignite—

—the back door was pushed open again.

A white-haired old lady leaning on an ebony cane walked in.

Song Wanqing, the Dean of the School of Pharmacy.

Behind her followed the Vice President of Tianfu University.

Song Wanqing stopped in her tracks as she passed Zhang Hengyuan.

She glanced at the wooden board on the wall, froze for a moment, and then said awkwardly.

"Hengyuan, why are you here too?"