"Now that Ye Han has the power of Sequence Seven, he’s going to control women?

"It’s just an injection, why is he so scared?"

Director Song Yin glanced at the prompt on the screen.

"Oh, the one given to him is from Expert Bai Mo, the transparent liquid?"

Five Red Boiling Soup, the redder it is, the stronger it is.

What kind of medicinal properties could transparent liquid have?

"Look at Ye Han’s sorry state, he’s even twitching, kicking, and stiffening up, what a performance!

"Whoa, he’s not moving at all now, he’s still acting, hahaha."

The two assistants looked at the syringe filled with medicine from the mechanical arm and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Why has this medicine turned a bit red after being diluted three times?"

"I think so too, it’s a bit redder than before."

Director Song Yin was still laughing.

"Hahaha, this kid’s acting is superb, look at him, he doesn’t mind getting dirty, even defecating and urinating himself! Hahaha!"

The two assistants noticed something was wrong.

"Director, this... defecating and urinating can be acted, but can vomiting white foam be acted?"

"Can bleeding tears be acted?"

"The data from the equipment seems off too, he seems to be... about to... pass out..."

Huh?

Director Song Yin was stunned.

He stretched his neck, peered out and stared at the screen.

"Uh... this... what Expert Bai Mo concocted with this Five Red Boiling Soup... this potency... this... this is too fierce!"

...

In the dream, the Ancient Immortal, dressed in red clothes, red boots, and red gloves, guarded the rigid, twitching, and foaming Ye Han lying on the ground, his face full of "Oh shit!"

"My precious disciple, you can’t die!"

He pulled out a green talisman, slapping it onto the disciple’s face with a "snap".

Gritting his teeth, he simply pulled out a golden talisman and stuck it onto the disciple’s chest.

"Damn the Immortal Committee, how can they be so ruthless?

"I’m so freaking impressed!"

Seeing the disciple still twitching and foaming, the Ancient Immortal gritted his teeth in fury, his face ferocious, tore a piece of bleeding human skin from his own wrist, and slapped it onto the disciple’s wrist with a "snap".

...

Inside the monitoring room.

A group of experts had already joined the video conference, their eyes fixed on Ye Han, watching the changes happening to his body.

"The green rune on his forehead, is this the Life Revival Talisman of Sequence Seven?"

"The golden rune on his chest should exceed Sequence Seven. The Ancient Immortal is investing heavily to protect him!"

"Huh? The blood-colored rune on his wrist, doesn’t it look like the Lifebound Talisman mentioned in literature? The Ancient Immortal is going all out?"

"Record this, this Ye Han has an extraordinary relationship with the Ancient Immortal Master, the Ancient Immortal has a significant desire to keep him alive!"

"Speaking of which, the injected liquid this time is extremely frightening."

"Who prepared it?"

"Even diluted three times, it’s still so potent?"

"Expert Bai Mo?"

Beside them, Director Song Yin was calling Bai Mo, smiling broadly, with a gentle tone and a joyful mood.

"Hello? Expert Bai Mo, it’s a pleasure to speak with you! I’m Song Yin, the head of the Immortal Involvement Prison!

"The medicine you prepared is extremely effective, hahaha!

"Thank you very much!

"Ah, yes.

"That drug... its potency is a bit over the top.

"Can you...?

"Ah? We diluted it, according to your notes, diluted three times.

"Ah? Three times... is wrong?

"Diluted a thousand times?

"Oh, understood, thank you! We’ll keep you updated at all times! Goodbye!"

At this point, Song Yin instantly realized that there must have been some kind of mix-up.

Was it Expert Bai Mo’s mistake?

Or was it a mistake made by someone under Expert Bai Mo?

But either way, he’s ready to act uninformed; if needed, he’s even willing to take the blame, just treat it as the prison’s mistake!

He hung up the phone and ordered the two assistants to retrieve the remaining portion of the medicine bottle from Bai Mo.

"Dilute it a thousand times and have a look."

The two assistants, unaware, took the equipment from the side cabinet, using a pipette to carefully extract five microliters of the liquid, dripping it into a test tube, into five milliliters of distilled water.

Tick!

A tiny drop of potion drops into the test tube and spreads out.

In an instant, under the horrified eyes of Director Song Yin and two assistants, the entire tube of distilled water turns crimson, as red as blood!

Director Song Yin and the two assistants glance at each other.

"Expert Bai Mo, he’s not just dabbling in cross-disciplinary work; he’s here to expand his territory!"

Looking at the monitor, they see Ye Han illuminated by flashes of various runes.

"Hahaha, over at Ye Han’s... uh, his Ancient Immortal Master is still busy saving him?"

"Such deep bond between master and apprentice?"

Could they use Ye Han to gain leverage over the Ancient Immortal behind him?

Director Song Yin chuckles and makes a mental note of this.

He turns to the Fatty just now.

"Try this potion diluted a thousand times on that Fatty."

While giving orders, he opens his phone and carefully saves Expert Bai Mo’s number.

...

Swish...

The car weaves through ten thousand acres of herbal fields.

Bai Mo sits on the sofa seat, holding a tablet, occasionally jotting down notes.

On the small table before him, his apprentice Butterfly Knot is brewing tea and arranging snacks for him.

"Eeeeee!"

After finishing her tasks, Butterfly Knot hops onto the sofa, snuggling up to her master to watch the tablet together.

"Let’s stop here."

Swish...

The car stops.

There is newly planted Tiger Cane, seeds developing underground, tender shoots yet to break through the earth.

Sitting in the car, Bai Mo’s divine sense spreads out like the wind, caressing the field, penetrating the ground, observing each seed...

Fox Mountain has been cultivating herbs for almost three and a half years, with occasional research on seeds and breeding... but not much detailed study, mostly general.

After reviewing some Ancient Immortal studies, Bai Mo observes this newly sown grass field, noting the underground seeds, life evolving, new roots sprouting, sheath-covered shoots slowly breaking the soil and emerging, indeed gaining new insights.

He furrows his brow, pondering while writing, noting the differences between seeds yet identifying many similarities.

On the tablet screen, he lists some key points, leaves blanks, and draws several question marks.

"We will visit here again tomorrow."

The fox apprentices immediately show serious expressions, nodding their heads, remembering these words. As competent little secretaries, they must clearly remember the master’s schedule to help reduce his energy consumption!

"Let’s go, to the forefront of the herbal field development."

Swish...

The car starts running again, wheels rumbling over bumpy roads, the body cutting through the howling wind, moving ahead.

Driving Overalls and Small and Big Eyes in the passenger seat suddenly feel the car has strange noises!

They never noticed before, now they discover friction sounds of "squeak-squeak" from the steering wheel and bearings, the roof has gaps, the wind sneaks in producing "woo-woo" whistle sounds.

The two foxes droop their ears, feeling very frustrated.

"Eeeeee..."

In terms of horsepower, this car is not the strongest.

But in terms of craftsmanship, it’s already Fox Mountain’s top level!

Yet the outcome is far from ideal...

No wonder they can’t even figure out a wine jar tap.

Swish...

The car stops at the development front line.

They see newly plowed soil, turned into loose, moist earth, extending into the distance.

"Hey, quite fast."

Bai Mo steps out of the car, his divine sense spreads out like the wind, diffusing across the vast land. Together with the freshly irrigated water, it permeates the soil, inspecting the freshly planted seeds.

"Oh, they planted West Pillar Grass here..."

He walks along the field ridge, observing, followed by Small and Big Eyes, Overalls, and Butterfly Knot who disembark and trail behind their master.

"To research seeds, Fox Mountain’s current planting situation... has too few types of herbs."

Looking at the West Pillar Grass, Bai Mo considers increasing the variety of random immortal grass at Fox Mountain for easier observation and research.

While contemplating, he suddenly notices more than ten apprentices sowing seeds on newly reclaimed land.

They line up, advancing in unison, digging holes, planting seeds, covering with soil, then gently tamping with fox claws, occasionally patting with their tails.

While working, they shake their heads and chat, looking quite joyful.

"Eeeeee!"

"Ooooooh!"

Bai Mo suddenly recalls, the sowing task is relatively meticulous and hasn’t been mechanized yet.

The previously manufactured sowing machines in the workshop have too poor accuracy, sometimes planting too many or too few seeds, and even crushing them.