Senior, Let Me Send You Two Boxes of Medicinal Herbs as Thanks

"Cough, cough. If what you need to do, Yurouzi, won't take too long, then it's not impossible." Song Shuhang chuckled.

But tomorrow afternoon's class had been scheduled before the term began. Unless there was some special reason, it wouldn't be canceled.

Not wanting to dwell on this topic for too long, Shuhang immediately changed the subject. "Yurouzi, you're going to Ghost Lantern Temple, right? By the way, didn't you confirm where Ghost Lantern Temple was before you left?"

The innocent girl was easily led off-topic. "Mm, I only knew that the destination was in Luoxin Street, J City. So I had my martial nephews help book a plane ticket and came right over. I didn't expect Ghost Lantern Temple to be so hard to find."

Martial nephews... Such a thing still existed these days?

As Song Shuhang pondered this, his fingers tapped across the keyboard. He entered J City, Luoxin Street, and Ghost Lantern Temple into the search bar.

There was information on J City and Luoxin Street, but there was nothing at all on Ghost Lantern Temple. It wasn't marked on the map either.

It was probably a tiny temple, or perhaps one that had shut down long ago?

"Senior Song, can I borrow the computer? I'll look up some information myself. Maybe Senior Northern River in the group has news too!" Yurouzi suddenly said.

Song Shuhang nodded. He first logged out of his chat account, then shifted aside to give up his seat.

Yurouzi smiled sweetly, took the seat, and skillfully logged into her own chat account.

Northern River Loose Cultivator still hadn't responded in the group. It was rare for that senior to be offline for so long. Shuhang had thought he was the kind of powerhouse who was online twenty-four hours a day.

Somewhat disappointed, Yurouzi closed the chat window and began searching for information on Luoxin Street and every temple there. She too wondered whether Ghost Lantern Temple no longer existed, or whether it had changed its name.

Song Shuhang watched from the side for a while, then suddenly remembered that both his and Yurouzi's phones were out of battery.

"Yurouzi, give me your phone. I have a universal charging port here. It should be fully charged in about an hour," Song Shuhang said.

"Thank you, Senior!" Yurouzi swiftly took out her phone and handed it to Shuhang.

Shuhang took it, then brought it along with his own phone to charge.

The instant Shuhang turned around, Yurouzi's hands began dancing over the keyboard at lightning speed. Clack clack clack clack... Her hand speed exploded. In that instant, her APM was at least 900+! If she became a professional competitive gamer with that kind of speed, she would crush masters from every school and style.

On the computer, windows popped up and closed one after another in rapid succession. Webpages opened and refreshed one after another.

Very soon, information on a male student was pulled up.

It was a half-body photo of Song Shuhang laughing heartily, with his personal information beside it.

Song Shuhang, Jiangnan University, Department of Mechanical Engineering, Class 43 of the Nineteenth Cohort, School of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing.

Then another window swiftly popped up. It contained Song Shuhang's class schedule.

Next came the professor teaching Monday afternoon's class... Professor Ren Shui.

He was a young and promising, handsome professor. Tall and straight-backed, he wore black-rimmed glasses and always had a gentle smile on his lips. He was the sort of man who could draw the hearts of flocks of youthful girls simply by standing there.

All of it... happened in an instant.

After obtaining the information she wanted, Yurouzi swiftly closed every page that had popped up on the computer.

A class that had long been scheduled naturally wouldn't be canceled casually, but there were always many accidents in this world—for example, the teacher responsible for the class getting his foot injured in a car accident, twisting his foot after stepping into thin air, falling off the bed and twisting his foot, getting bitten on the foot by a puppy... and so on. In short, all kinds of twisted feet requiring hospitalization. That way, tomorrow afternoon's class should be suspended or postponed for a few days, right?

That was what Yurouzi thought. She felt her idea was brilliant and secretly gave herself a thumbs-up.

Meanwhile, in the faculty apartments more than ten kilometers away.

For some reason, Professor Ren Shui, who was playing with his daughter, suddenly shivered. Then he sneezed several times in a row. Rubbing his nose, he thought, Another female student must be missing this handsome and dashing professor.

Being handsome came with its own troubles. He had already settled down and started a family, after all.

After closing the webpages, Yurouzi quietly turned her head and glanced at Song Shuhang. Seeing that he was still next door plugging in the phone chargers, she secretly let out a breath, feeling as though she had done something mischievous behind an elder's back.

At the same time, after looking through so much information, she instinctively felt... Why did Senior Song look more and more like an ordinary person?

She recalled what Shuhang had said when they first met: "You can call me Little Song or Shuhang. Please don't call me Senior."

Was Senior Song's Red Dust Experience simply too profound, or had she misunderstood something herself?

After closing all the pages, Yurouzi flexed her fingers.

Then her gaze fell upon an open notebook beside the computer. It was filled with a dazzling array of medicinal herb names—the simplified recipe for Body Tempering Liquid that Pharmacist had posted in No. 1 Group of the Nine Provinces.

Shuhang had copied it down at the time, intending to bring it back for his cousin Zhao Yaya to study. However, it didn't include medicinal herbs with such chuunibyou-sounding names as Fresh Overlord Branch, Nine Yang Red Flame Bamboo, and Morning Dew Mysterious Grass.

Senior Song is studying this recipe too? Yurouzi wondered.

But she soon discovered that the prescription Song Shuhang had copied seemed incomplete. Why had Senior only copied down the simple, ordinary medicinal herbs?

Why hadn't he added herbs like Azure Dew Mysterious Grass?

Wait, could it be that Senior Song wanted to improve further upon Senior Pharmacist's recipe? To reduce the cost of refining Body Tempering Liquid even more?

At that thought, Yurouzi's eyes immediately lit up.

By coincidence, Song Shuhang turned back at that moment and saw Yurouzi staring at the notebook—oh no, that recorded that chuunibyou recipe!

This was truly like yellow mud falling into his pants; even if it wasn't shit, it would still look like shit. Yurouzi would definitely think he was one of her kind, a deeply afflicted xianxia chuunibyou patient.

Sure enough, Yurouzi immediately asked a question that, to Shuhang, reeked of chuunibyou. "Senior, are you also researching Senior Pharmacist's recipe? How many batches can you successfully refine at once?"

Yurouzi asked happily, eager to seek guidance from a senior.

She had tried Senior Pharmacist's recipe several times. Because her Fire Control Technique was not cultivated well enough, she had only succeeded three times out of ten. Yet she loved alchemy, while having absolutely no talent for it.

If other cultivators saw her wasting medicinal herbs like this, they would surely drown her in spit. But she had a powerful and wealthy dad backing her up. The medicinal herbs wasted on a little Body Tempering Liquid were no more than a sprinkle of water or a speck of dust to Spirit Butterfly Island.

"I haven't refined any." Song Shuhang was in tears. Sure enough, he had been mistaken for one of her kind.

"Why? Could it be that Senior Song wants to improve Senior Pharmacist's recipe even further?" Yurouzi's eyes gleamed as she asked excitedly.

"..." Song Shuhang fell silent. He had wanted to directly say that there was no way he would refine such a strange chuunibyou pill. But seeing Yurouzi's sparkling eyes, he felt embarrassed to crush the girl's hopes.

So after thinking for a long time, he came up with an honest answer. "Actually, it's because it isn't convenient for me to find medicinal herbs here. For all sorts of complicated reasons, I don't have any medicinal herbs on hand, so... I simply have no chance to refine it."

That was the plain truth. Aside from the chuunibyou fantasy-style herb names in the recipe, the remaining medicinal herbs alone cost no small sum. One had to know that precious medicinal herbs like ginseng were priced by the tael.

As a student, he simply couldn't afford them. Even selling a kidney wouldn't be enough!

"Ah? Sorry, Senior. So that was the reason." Yurouzi nodded, while joy rose in her heart.

Although she didn't know why Senior Song didn't even have the basic medicinal herbs for Body Tempering Liquid, those herbs were piled up like mountains on Spirit Butterfly Island!

"Senior, after I return, let me send you two boxes of medicinal herbs as thanks!" Yurouzi said. This was the repayment she had prepared for Shuhang. No matter what, she had decided to make Shuhang help her search for Ghost Lantern Temple.

Two boxes of medicinal herbs—what a domineering statement.

Put more plainly: Senior, let me send you two boxes of ginseng as thanks.

And if that still wasn't plain enough, then look at this version: Senior, let me send you two boxes of gold bars as thanks!

The medicinal herbs Yurouzi intended to send were definitely worth several times more than gold.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang had no idea what two boxes of medicinal herbs meant in terms of value. Otherwise, he would have long since knelt before this rich girl!