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Wang Wei laughed heartily, his voice making even the roof beams seem to tremble. "Hahaha, sixty percent! At least sixty percent! A Titled Douluo is within reach!"
"Our Chang'an Academy is about to have another Titled Douluo! What other academy in this world can boast such glory?"
Among the world's advanced academies, fewer than a handful had a Titled Douluo. An academy with two was utterly unheard of.
In truth, this Titled Douluo package was a pharmacological regimen developed by the Chen Clan, ensuring that its ingredients would not conflict and would instead complement one another.
What Zhuo Qianren had received was a simplified version, but the sixty-percent chance of a successful breakthrough it offered was already astonishingly high.
Surely any peak Soul Douluo would fight tooth and nail for that glory at the pinnacle of soul masters.
Yet Wang Wei's boisterous laughter suddenly cut off, as though a cold wind had seized it by the throat.
Both Zhuo Qianren and Zhuang Mocheng wore dark, solemn expressions.
Wang Wei gradually reined in his smile and sat down. Picking up the "Bing Huo in Two Heavens" spirit wine, he took a hefty swig, the wine gurgling down his throat.
The two remained silent as statues.
His eyes shifted, and he asked tentatively, "Boss, these eighth-grade spirit wines and medicines are worth three or four million. Add the Wind-Thunder Soul Tempering Fruit, and we're probably talking ten million gold coins. Did Dean Cong set some conditions?"
It would take them more than a decade's salary to accumulate such an enormous sum.
Though they held the prestigious position of vice dean, their annual salaries were less than one million gold coins, excluding additional income, of course.
Even if they had