Supreme God Emperor Chapter 4: Classroom answers

Gazing at Mo Yang's foolish grin that bordered on idiocy, Mu Yun felt completely speechless; clarifying things for these young ones was proving incredibly tough.

Meanwhile, Miao Xianyu offered a wry smile and shook her head.

She had hoped Mu Yun would devise a brilliant solution, yet what she got was...

Wind Wolf's demon pill?

A first-order demon beast like the Wind Wolf yields a demon pill impure in essence, lacking any innate spirituality. Using it to forge the third-level Spirit Gathering Pill simply fails to harmonize the properties of the three Ganoderma lucidum ingredients!

Clearly, her grandfather's recent frustrations had driven her to seek remedies from anywhere, even from the infamous waste instructor Mu Yun.

How absurd.

"Oh? So, per this instructor's view, the Wind Wolf's demon pill alone compensates for Brofeng Qinglang's shortcomings and boosts the Spirit Gathering Pill's potency and refinement success?"

"Of course not!"

Mu Yun blurted out the retort almost on instinct.

Right then, the classroom door swung open, admitting two figures from outside.

The leader wore a gray robe, sported gray hair and a beard, appeared seventy or eighty years old, yet brimmed with vigor.

Trailing him was a middle-aged man, slightly bowed, gazing humbly at the elder ahead, scarcely daring to breathe.

"The Dean!"

Spotting the somewhat anxious middle-aged man behind, Mu Yun froze in surprise.

To think the dean would inspect the class today—and who was this formidable old fellow leading him?

Yet, from Mu Yun's recollections, few in all of Beiyun City could rattle the Dean of Beiyun College like this.

"Oh? Then what's your take?"

The gray-robed elder's interest piqued by Mu Yun's firm denial; he grinned and added: "Everyone knows the Wind Wolf is merely a first-order demon beast—its level too low, demon pill impure, riddled with excess dross for pill refinement. Furthermore, its caliber can't possibly balance the essences of Baiwei Lingzhi, Iron Coral, and Poorroot Grass!"

"It can't alone, but pair it with certain herbs, and it will!"

"Which herb?"

"Zi Yuguo!"

Purple jade fruit?

Mu Yun's response stunned every student in the room.

Their shock stemmed not from its rarity—the purple jade fruit was utterly commonplace, far cheaper than a Wind Wolf demon pill, ubiquitous across the mountains of the entire Nanyun Empire.

Ziyuguo was practically worthless roadside fodder; markets didn't even bother selling it.

Why trade what grew everywhere for free?

"Purple jade fruit..."

Still, the gray-robed elder furrowed his brow at Mu Yun's words, sinking into thought.

"Zi Yuguo lacks spirituality yet serves to gather and condense strands. The Wind Wolf Demon Pill's weak spirituality can thus be bolstered, adequately substituting the Brofeng Qinglang demon pill... but..."

"That's not all!"

Noting the elder's contemplative look, Mu Yun pressed on: "Zi Yuguo also coagulates blood—and amplifies its own effects in the process."

"Most crucially, it absorbs the spirituality from Baiwei Ganoderma lucidum's three herbs simultaneously, assimilates it, then feeds it back to enhance them!"

With each revelation from Mu Yun, the gray-robed elder's eyes sparkled brighter...

Exactly!

Zi Yuguo possessed such properties, but who could imagine swapping the superior Brofeng Qinglang demon pill with one from a lowly Wind Wolf?

No one would dream of using Zi Yuguo to offset the Wind Wolf Demon Pill's spiritual deficits in that swap.

Both being so mundane, daring to employ them as primers for a third-level pill was unthinkable.

Even more astonishing: Zi Yuguo acting as a bridge, linking ingredients seamlessly.

Brilliant!

Pondering Mu Yun's insights deeply, Mo Wen realized the concept's ingenuity—bold, innovative, and brimming with real potential for success!

Not even the medicine saint from back then could have foreseen such a method—this young man's thought process is truly bizarre!

"May this old man ask the little brother's name?" With this in mind, Mo Wen smoothed his robes and spoke with deep respect.

"Mu Yun!"

Mu Yun replied casually.

Yet, while this straightforward introduction barely registered with Mo Wen, it drenched Lu Xiaotian behind him in cold sweat.

The thirty or forty students in the classroom were utterly dumbfounded, rubbing their eyes, craning their necks, and gawking at the elder standing before them.