"This recipe... is the middle volume of alchemy. Others wouldn't even get the chance to look at it." Xiao Fan spoke with righteous conviction.
Yao Yue angrily pounded Xiao Fan's chest. "Bad Master!"
"I forgot to tell you, I don't have a ready-made copy of this middle volume. You'll have to memorize it all within a week."
"No! Master!" Yao Yue begged. Making her memorize it all within a week might as well bury her alive.
"I nearly forgot about this." Xiao Fan stroked his chin as he recalled something, then pointed at Yao Yue's head once more.
"These are the pill formulas of seventh grade and below that I know. You must memorize them properly too."
Yao Yue instantly felt that life had lost all hope. As though she had lost her soul, she stared blankly at her own hands.
"Master, Yue'er can't do it!"
"You have to do it even if you can't!"
Xiao Fan felt no pity whatsoever for Yao Yue's pleas. Someone who could even try to seduce her master—what couldn't she do?
"Still one week. Digest these inheritances properly."
Without caring whether Yao Yue could manage it or not, Xiao Fan kicked his troublesome disciple Yao Yue straight out the door.
Smack!
Yao Yue's soft, tender little backside hit the floor directly without any cushioning.
"Ow!"
She shakily got to her feet, muttering as she walked, "Had I known, I wouldn't have come to see Master. Great-Grandpa even said Master was injured, but he's clearly more lively than ever!"
"Yue'er."
Yao Yue shuddered and immediately stood at attention, straightening her body.
"Your master can sense everything happening throughout the Imperial Capital. Don't think I can't hear you cursing me behind my back."
"Hehe..."
"..."
"Brat, since you've mostly recovered, this queen must return to the