At this moment, Mr. Dan He couldn’t pretend to be sick any longer. He sat up abruptly, his eyes brimming with a thirst for knowledge: "Why don’t you tell me in detail about these people and what each excels in?"
Indeed, no matter ancient or modern times, the dedication to academia is often an unreachable pursuit for many.
It’s rather amusing how the old man came up with the trick of feigning sickness and playing pitiful.
Bai Junjun sighed helplessly.
"Master, I won’t hide it from you anymore. The truth is, I don’t know any medical skills, and all those people I mentioned earlier were just bluffs. My real adventure was encountering an old man on the run from disaster. This old man had a family heirloom, a kind of Immortal Water that can cure all poisons. He said we were destined and thus handed the recipe to me. I’ve used the Immortal Water to save many people on my journey, which is why I was so confident and certain about saving the Fox."
"I see!" Mr. Dan He’s eyes flashed with envy: "I never imagined there’d be such a grand master in this world. Girl, this Immortal Water..."
Before Mr. Dan He could finish, Bai Junjun firmly shook her head: "I promised that old man I would not share the exact method of making it with anyone. However, I still have a bit left over, so if you’re curious, feel free to study it."
With that, she generously untied the water bladder from her body.
The implication was, I’m not going to spill the recipe, but if you can figure it out, that’s all your own skill.
Mr. Dan He, with tears welling up in his eyes, never expected his little disciple to be willing to hand over such a precious water to him, he repeatedly declined: "There’s no need to give it to me. I was just curious about your method of saving people. Knowing that there are better masters in the world than me is enough. It’s a shame that in all my years of wandering, I thought highly of myself, believing that if I were not the best, then at least no one would dare claim to be. Turns out, I’ve been too arrogant—there are indeed many capable individuals in this world."
Mr. Dan He was feeling very conflicted at this moment.
Bai Junjun saw him falling into another strange cycle, worried that his confidence would be shattered and he would lose the will to strive in life. She had no choice but to forcefully stuff the water bladder into his hands.
"It’s fine, take your time to study it. The old man also said that if someone could decipher the method of making his Immortal Water, it meant they were fated to be his half-disciple."
Mr. Dan He, unaware that Bai Junjun was playing him for a fool, deeply believed her and earnestly asked, "May I know the senior gentleman’s full name?"
"He calls himself... Old Bear."
"Ah?" Mr. Dan He was dumbfounded, feeling that the name fell short of the grand master image he had in mind.
Bai Junjun glanced at him half-seriously, half-jokingly: "That master doesn’t care about worldly affairs. A name is just a label; it can be anything. But... I also suspect he just made up a name to fool me."
However, this half-serious, half-joking frustration led Mr. Dan He to fully believe her by two hundred percent, and he spoke righteously.
"You can’t say that, the realm of a true master is naturally different from ours. Thank you, my little disciple. I will study it carefully, and strive to also be counted as a half-disciple of a grand master."
At this moment, Mr. Dan He’s eyes were once again filled with determination, seemingly ready to devote the rest of his life to the research of Immortal Water.
"Master, you must keep this a secret, and not tell a second person," she cautioned.
"Rest assured, I understand!"
Bai Junjun let out a sigh of relief that Mr. Dan He’s trouble was resolved; let him immerse himself in research. Without Special Ability, it’s absolutely impossible to figure out this substance derived from the super-fine molecular energy of plants and herbs.
Let him delve into research and science in his own world.