Chapter 691: Random Writing
This time, the questions were about potions.
Potion makers all knew that merging different herbs into a new potion was a must for every potion maker.
Thus, Old Master Zhuge specially chose ten types of medicinal herbs that could not be combined with each other to test the basic abilities of these young potion makers.
Old Master Zhuge had put in so much effort to create such a big scene. Naturally, he wanted to find a disciple who suited his wishes the most.
Thus, when these examiners were present, they also skimmed through these papers.
Old Master Zhuge’s questions were naturally not simple so most people had two to three types of potions—some even had just one.
“Immortal Master Zhuge, this is a list of four types of potions.” One of them picked up a piece of paper and showed it to Old Master Zhuge. “I have never seen the last one either. Please take a look.”
Old Master Zhuge understood that most papers had three types. This was the first time he saw four types. He reached out and took a look.
A smile finally appeared on his cold face. “The list of the last potion is not bad.”
“That’s four types.” This was the first time the invigilator heard the word ‘not bad’ from Old Master Zhuge. He looked at the signature below. “Yang Chen should be from the Yang Family. He actually wrote four types and earned 80 points.”
Each written potion list was given 20 points, and this person had written four. Naturally, he had 80 points.
At the same time, the invigilator was also starving to death in his heart. He reckoned that he should get someone to find out more about this Yang Chen. He actually got Old Master Zhuge to praise him. He should not underestimate this person in the future.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Old Master Zhuge shook his head. “Not 80. He only wrote three potions correctly.”
“Didn’t you say that the last person was correct?” The invigilator was stunned.
“The last one is right, but the first one is wrong.” Old Master Zhuge put down the paper. “However, only a few people can write the last one. Give him 70.”
“Alright.” When the invigilator heard that there were not many people overseas who could write it, his heart trembled. He liked this Yang Chen even more.
At this moment, another person took out a piece of paper and looked at it in shock. “Old Master Zhuge, someone wrote a list of six potions.”
As many people were partic.i.p.ating in the compet.i.tion, those invigilators specially picked out some outstanding answers for Old Master Zhuge to see.
Old Master Zhuge took it and looked at it. When he saw that test paper, his eyes lit up. “These six potion lists are really rare.”
He glanced at the signature and saw Fu Meng’s name. His eyes flashed with satisfaction. “This Fu Meng is indeed worthy of her reputation.”
There were other people in the room. Seeing Old Master Zhuge like this, they knew that Fu Meng had won.
However, this was something that everyone acknowledged. No one had any other opinions.
Old Master Zhuge read the six potion formulas over and over again before putting them down.
However, he didn’t leave yet. He waited for a while, but no one brought any other answers over. Old Master Zhuge narrowed his eyes. He naturally recalled Su Huiqing.
Disappointment flashed past his eyes before he walked out.
After all, he was Old Master Zhuge. Other than here, he still had many things to do.
Old Master Zhuge didn’t know that not long after he left, someone found Su Huiqing’s answer sheet.
“Come take a look!” The invigilator who flipped to Su Huiqing’s answer sheet saw the list of nine potions and was shocked. He quickly called out to his companions. “Let’s go find Old Master Zhuge!”
“What’s wrong? Why are you so shocked?” His companion couldn’t help but walk over and take a look.
Upon seeing the list of nine potions, he was just like that person just now. He stood rooted to the ground, his fingers still trembling as he gripped the edge of the paper.
“There are actually nine types?” His voice was trembling. “Miss Fu Meng only has six types, right?”
“That’s right!” Another person nodded and didn’t care about the other papers. “Let’s go find Old Master Zhuge!”
This was definitely a major event.
However, before he could walk out, his companion suddenly stopped him. “Wait, look at the name at the corner.”
That person thought about it and felt that it made sense. He wanted to see which family had produced such a dark horse. They even surpa.s.sed Fu Meng.
Unexpectedly, there was a name he had never seen before. “Su Huiqing? Which family is this?”
“I have heard of her.” His companion recalled Fu Meng’s words to Su Huiqing at the plaza. “It’s that person who caused a commotion recently. I heard from Miss Fu Meng that she seems to have some relationship with the miracle doctor’s sect. Oh, right, she’s from the First School’s body-tempering cla.s.s.”
Upon hearing this, the person excitedly looking for Old Master Zhuge suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The smile on his face disappeared. He raised the piece of paper in his hand and sighed.
The others shook their heads when they heard this, and their faces lost their excited and curious expressions.
Initially, he thought that it was a dark horse like Yang Chen who suddenly appeared. He never expected it to be someone he had never heard of. A person who cultivated could casually write nine types of potions.
If that was really the case, the teachers would probably kill themselves.
These nine must have been written randomly.