Invincible Little School Doctor Chapter 2341: Your Brain’s Capacity Isn’t Enough!

"What to do? The deputy manager is really heartless. If no one eats our spirit meal, we’re really done for!"

Watching the deputy manager walk away angrily, Hua Biqiao said worriedly.

"Isn’t this simple?"

Ye Haochuan shrugged indifferently, "Release the restriction, and I’ll show you what it means to fight over something..."

Hua Biqiao was taken aback by his words and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

Since when did she lose confidence in this pot of spirit meal in front of her?

As she thought of this, the worry in her eyes vanished entirely, replaced by a sense of expectation and excitement.

The restriction wasn’t anything too advanced. Hua Biqiao quickly flipped her wrist, and the transparent restriction slowly turned into an illusion.

"Such a wonderful aroma, what is this?"

Almost the instant the restriction was lifted, someone exclaimed.

"This is a Grade Two Mysterious Pill, Golden Body Fusion Pill. I’ve had the fortune to taste one before, and the flavor is identical to this. My heavens, that’s a top-grade pill for cleansing the marrow. Who on earth is taking such a pill?"

A cultivator cried out in surprise, his envious gaze sweeping around as if searching for the lucky person.

Even though those before him were all official disciples of the South Sect, rare pills in the Immortal Realm were a common issue.

Normally, they feel lucky to receive some healing or Flower Energy replenishing pills. Special cleansing spirit pills like this one are only given for extraordinary contributions.

"What nonsense about the Golden Body Fusion Pill; the aroma clearly comes from the cookware of Class Thirteen!"

Someone with a keen nose had already pinpointed the "culprit."

"Spirit Meal?"

The person who claimed it was a Grade Two Mysterious Pill snorted coldly, "A bunch of ignorant folks, this medicinal fragrance is only possible from a Grade Two Mysterious Pill. How could it emanate from spirit meals?"

"I can’t be bothered with you, I’m heading to get in line first. If you arrive late, there won’t even be any scraps left for you to lick!"

The one insulted wasn’t annoyed; instead, he returned a look as if he were staring at an idiot.

At this moment, no one remembered that this Class Thirteen was the same Pot Stove Room that brewed that awful-smelling spirit meal yesterday; the potent pill fragrance had driven them mad.

In almost an instant, the empty territory outside Class Thirteen turned into a long queue.

Even those who had already eaten spirit meals from other classes joined the frenzy opportunistically.

"As expected, no matter where you go, food lovers are the craziest!" Ye Haochuan chuckled to himself.

His remark was typically made by someone unaware of the hunger others feel.

He had improved his cultivation with the perfect Metamorphosis Immortal Pill, rendering almost all impurities in his body gone, so he couldn’t relate to the agony these people felt due to impeded cultivation speed caused by impurities.

Having missed the prime period of Immortal Metamorphosis, these cultivators must pay a hundredfold or even greater effort to clear out the impurities in their body.

Spirit meals like this don’t have particularly potent medicinal effects. Eating once won’t clear even one ten-thousandth of the impurities, yet they persevered in drinking it daily, hoping to rid themselves of impurities sooner.

"Oh my goodness, is this still a spirit meal? Why does this bowl feel like it has stronger medicinal effects than the ten, no, a hundred bowls of spirit meals I’ve had before?"

Someone who snatched the remedy first exclaimed dramatically.

Others from Pot Stove Rooms grumbled sourly, "Does it really taste as good as you say? I bet they added something improper to Wang’s spirit meal for it to taste like this."

Someone even grabbed the deputy manager and urged, "Manager, hurry and check! Class Thirteen cut corners, indiscriminately adding things to the spirit meal. If it poisons these official disciples, the consequences will be dire!"

The deputy manager had already noticed the commotion over here and was feeling frustrated.

Damn it, he had just been flaunting and threatening them for having no takers for their spirit meal, and suddenly it was being snatched up. Wasn’t this just slapping him in the face?

Already fuming, the deputy manager felt enlightened upon hearing that person’s words and couldn’t hide a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"They must have added something else; otherwise, with the same ingredients, why is their spirit meal’s aroma dozens of times stronger? These bastards, once I find out, I’ll make sure they pay."

The deputy manager seemed to envision these people who embarrassed him dying with no place to be buried.

"Everyone, don’t be rash. I suspect there might be issues with this spirit meal. For everyone’s health, let me verify it first!"

The deputy manager squeezed through the crowd with great difficulty, respectfully.

He had no choice; every formal disciple around here had a status no less than his as deputy manager of the Spirit Meal Room.

Thankfully, while these disciples were mad, they still made way considering their own safety.

Within minutes, more than half of the large pot of spirit meal in front of Ye Haochuan was distributed.

"It’s truly aromatic, and this scent, it just feels invigorating!"

Though intent on causing trouble for Class Thirteen, he couldn’t help but silently comment on it.

At this point, a fat man from another Pot Stove Room squeezed in with the deputy manager, and upon seeing the pot full of fragrant spirit meal, he voiced strong suspicion: "Not a single herb, yet such strong aroma? If there’s no issue, I’ll unscrew my head and use it as a chamber pot."

Everyone’s expressions changed drastically upon hearing this.

Especially those who had drunk Class Thirteen’s medicine meal looked as if they had really been poisoned.

Indeed, a spirit meal without any herbs couldn’t possibly have effects, much less feel so strong.

Ye Haochuan didn’t panic one bit; he merely glanced at the fat man’s large head and smirked, "Your head may be big, but its capacity is nothing to brag about; it can’t hold even a drop of piss!"

"You..."

The fat man became furious instantly, glaring fiercely at Ye Haochuan, "You’re still so arrogant on the brink of death; wait till the verification results come out, then see how you die!"

Although the deputy manager felt anger, fortunately, he had a deeper level of restraint and remained composed as he instructed someone nearby, "Quick, go get Yin Xirou, the Mysterious Pill Master, to verify!"

Yin Xirou was the only Mysterious Pill Master in West Peak, not because West Peak was poor, but because all Mysterious Pill Masters of the South Sect were concentrated in the Pill Pavilion.

Each peak had just one Mysterious Pill Master as the Medicine Warehouse manager, responsible for spirit meal room provisions and such.

The named person looked delighted and hurriedly flew out of the Dining Hall to ask for her.

Before long, a figure clad in an immortal robe appeared before the crowd.

This was a delicate beauty, her exquisite almond-shaped face devoid of any makeup yet capable of captivating all, with a proportionate figure that, while not particularly busty, was just right and no less alluring.

Upon her sudden appearance, nearly all male cultivators instantly fixed their eyes on her. No one made a sound, as if any noise would desecrate the sacred fairy before them.