"Don't doubt it, these are his exact words, you wouldn't believe it, would you!"
"This is truly unexpected. How could Cold-Blooded Fifth tolerate him? It seems what he taught must be very valuable. However, I believe that after he finishes teaching, Cold-Blooded Fifth will definitely kill him!"
"I think so too. He was already a man more than dead in Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's hands, so it goes without saying that he's in even worse shape now!"
"Why are we talking for so long over a dead man? Let's get down to business. The Empress Dowager's birthday banquet is in a month. We need to eliminate all the spies from the enemy country to prevent others from sabotaging it."
"Yes, this time..."
It wasn't just the Cold-Blooded Thirteenth Hawk who knew about this; almost everyone in the Cold-Blooded Group had either heard the news or witnessed the events.
Cold-Blooded Fifth and Ye Lang maintained a very peculiar relationship that was puzzling and hard to believe.
In Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's courtyard, Ye Lang and Cold-Blooded Fifth were talking. Of course, under normal circumstances, Ye Lang would speak while Cold-Blooded Fifth would listen. Cold-Blooded Fifth rarely spoke, which was related to her personality.
It's already quite remarkable that Cold-Blooded Fifth can get along peacefully with Ye Lang like this; it would be absolutely impossible for her to chat and laugh with Ye Lang like a normal girl.
In fact, if Ye Lang's words hadn't been helpful to Cold-Blooded Fifth, and if she hadn't been able to find anyone else who knew these things, she wouldn't have come to Ye Lang at all, and she certainly wouldn't have tolerated Ye Lang's attitude towards her.
I, a dignified Cold-Blooded Fifth, am being bossed around by a brat like you? Just you wait, I'll make you pay!
"Little Five, that's enough for today. Bring me more delicious food tomorrow!" Ye Lang hadn't thought about any of this. He didn't treat Cold-Blooded Fifth as Cold-Blooded Fifth at all, but only as a little girl. Since he hadn't received any other name, he gave Cold-Blooded Fifth a nickname: Little Five!
Little Five, this inspiration seems to come from the Seventh Princess's Little Seven, it can almost be said to be a direct copy. Ye Lang never thinks too much about these things.
"I hope you're still alive tomorrow," Cold-Blooded Fifth said coldly. But this wasn't just her saying it out of anger; she genuinely hoped Ye Lang would be alive so she could continue learning new things.
As for why she had such thoughts?
Because--
Cold-Blooded Thirteenth could appear at any time, and then Ye Lang's good days would be over, and he wouldn't be able to live as freely as he does now.
Of course, this is Cold-Blooded Fifth's idea, as well as other people's ideas, but whether it will actually happen is hard to say.
"Thank you for your blessing, I will live to be a hundred years old!" Ye Lang thanked him politely, seemingly unaware of Cold-Blooded Fifth's meaning.
"Live to be a hundred years old..." Cold-Blooded Fifth said blankly, "I hope so!"
How could a killer like Cold-Blooded Fifth ever think of the phrase "living a long life"? That phrase was very, very far away from her. She watched others die in front of her and didn't even know when she would die!
It's too far away...
Watching Cold-Blooded Fifth leave, Ye Lang also stood up and went inside to continue his experiment. He was also thinking about Cold-Blooded Thirteenth and when he would come out.
However, unlike others, Ye Lang wanted to know the time not to wait for Cold-Blooded Thirteenth to deal with him, but for the alchemy that Cold-Blooded Thirteenth was playing with inside.
So much time has passed, and Ye Lang doesn't have much time left to kill outside. To put it simply, Ye Lang has thoroughly researched and mastered all the other alchemy techniques, and he needs the kind of alchemy he hasn't seen before.
Without this, Ye Lang would have left. Although life here was quite pleasant, he had absolutely no attachment to this place.
Don't forget, if he hadn't been interested in Cold-Blooded Thirteenth's alchemy, he wouldn't have come here. If he wanted to leave, Cold-Blooded Thirteenth wouldn't have been able to stay.
"If you don't come out in a few days, I'm going in. I'm doing this for your own good; I'm afraid you'll die in there and no one will find out!" Ye Lang said, looking at the doorway in the Second Laboratory. "If you don't say anything, that means you agree. Okay, it's decided!"
Next, Ye Lang began to tinker with the alchemical materials inside. One strange alchemical experiment after another took place in this Second Laboratory. If Cold-Blooded Thirteenth were to see this, he would be dumbfounded.
Cold-Blooded Thirteenth considered himself an alchemical genius, but he still couldn't imagine Ye Lang's method. He admitted that he had lost to Ye Lang in terms of imagination and creativity.
However, to make breakthroughs in alchemy, one must rely on imagination and creativity, which is essential for many other technologies and is of paramount importance.
This could also be considered a talent!
Sometimes, things that are right in front of you can be used to help you by just one glance, while others can't use them no matter how long they look at them. That's the fundamental difference.
Just like Ye Lang now, he has only just learned these few secret alchemy techniques, but he has already made new changes, making these techniques even more perfect for his alchemy.
While Cold-Blooded Thirteenth could also do it, it would take him a long time. As for the others, it might be impossible for them in their entire lives!
Thud...
Suddenly, an explosion occurred in the Alchemy Laboratory, making the already chaotic laboratory even more disorganized. At that moment, the people inside seemed to have disappeared.
That's not right. Ye Lang was there just now. Even if the experiment failed, he should still be there.
"Huh, where am I?" Ye Lang looked at the scenery around him and realized that it was completely different from where he had just been. "Could it be... that I was teleported?"
Ye Lang felt a surge of excitement at the thought of this possibility, wanting to see where he was and wondering if he could continue using this method to teleport in the future.
However, Ye Lang soon noticed something: he realized that the things around him seemed familiar, as if they were—
"Haha, this is fun..."
Ye Lang burst into laughter, clearly having encountered something fun and novel. Could it be that the place he was teleported to was interesting?
No, no, it's not teleportation. Ye Lang is still in this laboratory!
Why would he think this was somewhere else, and that there was no one in the lab?
It's very simple, there's only one reason, and that's Ye Lang's current physique—
Ye Lang is now only 20 centimeters tall, a miniature figure!
This suddenly reminded Ye Lang of a movie—"Honey, I Shrunk the Kids!"
However, Ye Lang's situation was somewhat better; at least he was much larger than an ant...