That barrage of insults.
Reminded her of the last life, when people had cursed her in a Multiplayer Dungeon. Now that had been nasty.
They'd called her a cripple, a useless waste, a burden. Their attacks had been far harsher than this bunch of beggars'.
After all, in her last life, she had truly cared about her disability.
But now, what did it matter? Her heart was unmoved; it didn't affect her at all.
Calling her selfish? No, she took it as a compliment.
Saying she was selfish just meant they hadn't gotten anything out of her.
With no herbs, Ji Xinghe closed the panel at once.
She put away her little notebook and tucked it into her backpack.
Then she looked at the two alchemy tools in her backpack.
One was a Medicine-Making Table, and the other was a Cloud Pattern Cauldron.
"Cloud Pattern Cauldron (Blue)"
"Effect: Physical Attack +30. Can also be used to brew potions; requires manual operation."
"Medicine-Making Table: Can make potions using blueprints (Remaining Energy: 100)"
"The bad-luck prefix is gone." Ji Xinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Actually, both tools could be used to make potions.
But only the Medicine-Making Table could take a blueprint. Put in a potion recipe blueprint, and it would directly produce the finished potion.
The cauldron had attack power, but she had to brew the potions herself.
The Medicine-Making Table was quick and convenient.
Her secondary profession, Alchemist, also required her to brew potions to gain experience. And if she made them herself, the cost would be lower.
Ji Xinghe felt each had its merits.
She opened her backpack. The herbs she had were one White Ground Orchid, three Purple Raven Grasses, one Green Heart Grass, and three somewhat wilted Blood-Activating Grasses.
She didn't have enough ingredients