Right?
I'm even blowing myself away with my own talent.
Seeing the string of text in the description, Lan Qingyou felt a sudden surge of pride.
This mindset probably stemmed from the fact that the snarky small screen rarely praised the potions she made.
But regardless, restoring 350 mana points over ten seconds was already excellent.
At the very least, until she found B-grade materials, this Intermediate Mana Potion could serve as a reliable substitute.
As for the 'shame' mentioned in the description...
As the leader of the Witch race, it was only natural for her to seek a few benefits for her own people.
At least, Lan Qingyou didn't see that as a flaw.
As for the somewhat familiar C++ rank, Lan Qingyou simply ignored it.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Just as Lan Qingyou was savoring her small moment of pride, Shang Chuan sent a message via the magic desk.
The magic desk.
After it had been upgraded, Lan Qingyou had moved it back to the fourth floor, right next to the alchemy workshop.
Since she spent most of her time there, it was more convenient to have it close by.
However, why didn't Shang Chuan just use the convenient Villa Card to message her? Why use the magic desk?
Feeling puzzled, Lan Qingyou carried the potion over to the magic desk and read the message.
Shang Chuan: "Regarding the compensation for the previous Three-eyed Crow incident, I've finished a cleanup and put together a proposal. Take a look: [Compensation List]."
So it was about the compensation. I was wondering what it could be.
Lan Qingyou curled her lip after reading the message.
To be honest, she was actually grateful to that person.
If not for the Three-eyed Crow's eyeball, that 'Variable X,' the Witch potion Lan Qingyou crafted might not have resulted in the Magic Eye awakening racial talent.
Or rather, even if a racial talent had awakened due to the Knowledge Sap, it likely wouldn't have been the Magic Eye talent.
After all, such things were far too random.
This was evident from the geographical knowledge she had obtained.
In contrast, having the Three-eyed Crow's eyeball as an anchor for Variable X had ultimately defined the current Witch race.
It would be wrong of her not to show some gratitude.
At this thought, Lan Qingyou didn't even bother to open the list Shang Chuan had sent. She simply replied: "No need."
Shang Chuan: "Hmm?"
Lan Qingyou: "Don't worry about this matter. Just ask them if there's a particular race in the villa they like. I'll get the evolution materials for them."
Shang Chuan: "Hmm?"
Shang Chuan was confused. She had been quite stern about it before; why the sudden change of heart?
He, of course, didn't know the underlying reasons, and Lan Qingyou had no intention of explaining them to him.
Are you kidding? This was essentially a secret formula.
It was even more confidential than the Five Dragon Reincarnation Protection Magic Circle.
While she might be willing to sell magic circles, the formula for the Witch potion was something Lan Qingyou would absolutely never release.
The word 'lineage' made it clear: if someone else used their blood to create a Witch potion, it would be like starting a new Witch lineage outside of Lan Qingyou's own.
While that wasn't necessarily a catastrophe, and Lan Qingyou wouldn't mind another one existing, it would still be a hassle.
If someone figured it out on their own, that was one thing, but she certainly wasn't going to go looking for trouble for herself.
Shang Chuan: "Alright, I'll ask for you."
Shang Chuan turned to ask his subordinate and received a reply in less than half a minute.
Shang Chuan: "She said she wants the Witch potion."
Lan Qingyou: "Are you sure? He's a guy and he wants the Witch potion? Into gender-bending, are we?"
Shang Chuan: "She's a woman. When did I ever say she was a man?"
Uh...
Lan Qingyou froze when she saw Shang Chuan's reply.
Right, why couldn't the subordinate be a woman?
When she saw Shang Chuan mention a 'subordinate,' she had simply assumed it was a man.
Lan Qingyou: "Alright, I'll give it to her. But I don't have any on hand right now. She'll have to wait until I brew more."
Shang Chuan: "Fine, I'll let her know."
With that, Shang Chuan went to inform his subordinate.
To be honest, Shang Chuan was relieved.
It wasn't just about the compensation.
In truth, the fact that something had gone wrong was partly due to his own poor management, and the victim was Lan Qingyou—the 'Number One on Blue Star.'
He would have paid whatever amount she asked.
But he hadn't expected Lan Qingyou to not only waive the compensation but also reward his subordinate.
Though he didn't know why, Shang Chuan was overjoyed.
His joy didn't stem from saving money on compensation.
It was because an alchemist was about to be born within his own team.
Ever since Lan Qingyou entered Tarot Villa, her demand for his resources had been gradually decreasing.
Although their relationship was still that of partners, it had become far more fragile compared to their previous 'intimacy,' now held together by a single mine.
Under these circumstances, he could no longer expect to purchase large quantities of potions from her as he had before.
But things were different now. With Lan Qingyou's consent, a Witch would be born in his team.
What was a Witch?
A race with corrections and enhancements specifically for alchemy.
When that time came, would he ever have to worry about having potions to sell again?
Indeed, the reason that subordinate had requested the Witch potion was a choice made after consulting with Shang Chuan.
Thus, a happy Shang Chuan informed her of Lan Qingyou's agreement and, in the same breath, sent over a pile of books on alchemy, telling her to study hard.
The subordinate who received the books was utterly bewildered.
Wait, I want to be a Witch, and you're making me read books?
After a brief crisis of faith, she immediately recalled the tasks Shang Chuan had assigned her. She could only bite the bullet and start burying her head in the books, showing far more diligence than she ever had back in school.
After all, words can't teach a person, but reality only needs to teach them once.
This was a dangerous world; only by becoming someone like a Witch could she have the power to protect herself.
Several of her cellmates had died right in front of her when the first mana tide arrived. She didn't want to follow in their footsteps.
"Hmm... the Witch potion..."
After finishing her business with Shang Chuan, Lan Qingyou leaned back against the wall.
She really did need to brew more.
After all, the number of Witches was only just over ten thousand.
It wasn't that Lan Qingyou wanted to use her status as the Origin Witch to set herself up as some kind of big boss.
But having more Witches offered a very, very tempting benefit for her.
It would provide her with inspiration.
As everyone knew, inspiration was something that couldn't be forced.
But if there were more Witches—or more alchemists—to discuss alchemical topics with, it would provide her with a constant stream of new ideas.
She had learned this from the symposiums at Tarot Villa.
However, there was no rush. She still had things to do, and a plan like this required time and careful consideration.
At this thought, Lan Qingyou took out the Dark Demon cores and some previously prepared alchemy materials, beginning to ponder how to craft a C-grade talent ascension potion.
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