Chapter 35: The Beautiful Young Woman Who Refines Medicine

The morning breeze swiftly shifted from defense to offense, unleashing a furious strike that landed a critical blow, depleting Wu Kuang's last bit of health. Victory belonged to Morning Breeze.

Everyone watching felt incredulous. That Morning Breeze could counterattack at this moment was beyond anyone's expectations, especially using Wu Kuang's own technique to turn the tables. To seasoned players, this implied that Morning Breeze could easily win such a duel.

Zhang Xinting had always known Morning Breeze was formidable, but she hadn’t expected him to win so effortlessly against an opponent with similar equipment and class. Overall, Wu Kuang held a greater advantage; the Ashen Messenger’s explosive power, paired with Wu Kuang’s hidden class, made him far stronger than Morning Breeze’s dual talent. Clearly, the match demonstrated a key point—hidden classes have great burst potential, while dual talents boast a wide array of skills. In solo matches, considering global cooldowns, their advantages are not vastly different. However, in team battles, hidden classes have a distinct edge in targeted kills. Wu Kuang’s two ultimate moves, “Blazing Fire Dragon” and “Burning Fire Sword,” far surpassed Morning Breeze’s dual talents. In terms of class, Wu Kuang held the advantage. Morning Breeze barely used any shield warrior skills, and with weapons far superior to defensive gear, he was at a disadvantage throughout.

Yet the outcome was reversed. Morning Breeze easily dispatched his opponent using a counterattack, demonstrating his true strength. Leaf Xin could see it as well—she was no match for Morning Breeze. This was the gap he spoke of!

The gap! Everyone sensed Morning Breeze’s power—especially Zhang Xinting, who realized he hadn’t even used his full strength. She had mingled among professional players for two years, always viewing ordinary gamers from above. But in front of this mysterious Morning Breeze, she found herself looking up in awe, unable even to gauge the angle.

“I lost! You’re really impressive!” Wu Kuang reveled in such duels, especially when the contenders were evenly matched—it was exhilarating to win. But losing only meant he wasn’t strong enough. In Wu Kuang’s gaming history, even professional players rarely bested him. Only a handful could defeat him, and now there was another—someone who could even learn his techniques mid-battle. Clearly, this was a super expert, something even Wu Kuang couldn’t manage.

“Once we reach level thirty, let’s duel again.” Morning Breeze relished the thrill of battle, which stimulated his psychic abilities. Since Wu Kuang enjoyed the arena so much, Morning Breeze was more than willing to spar regularly.

“Agreed!” Wu Kuang responded enthusiastically. If not for the crowd, he would’ve wanted to fight again right there.

Morning Breeze turned to the Monk and said, “Monk, how about a spar? Loser acts as a training dummy for thirty minutes!”

A training dummy? The Monk remembered losing to Morning Breeze last time and being pummeled for eight minutes. The memory made him want to die. Now that Morning Breeze had two Brotherhood swords, he was no match. Even Wu Kuang, with his hidden Ashen Messenger class, had lost—Monk knew he stood no chance.

Monk considered himself a formidable character, but his prowess was only impressive among ordinary pros. Against the mysterious Morning Breeze, Monk was self-aware enough to admit his limitations.

“Heh, you scoundrel Morning Breeze, if I weren’t rushing to the dungeon, I’d show you the power of Shaolin Kung Fu!” Monk said, hastily leaving for fear of being trampled by Morning Breeze.

“I’m headed to the dungeon as well!” Wu Kuang and Shadow followed, off to tackle the new instance. With Monk tanking the boss, they had no trouble finding a team.

Leaf Xin knew she couldn’t beat Morning Breeze just yet and left to catch up in equipment. Even Wu Kuang, with the Ashen Messenger weapon and hidden class, was no match—how could she hope to win?

Once everyone else departed, Morning Breeze and Xiaoxue left the arena. Suddenly, Morning Breeze asked, “Xiaoxue, does the guild have any trustworthy alchemists? I’ve got recipes for low-level instant healing potion, low-level instant mana potion, and low-level sprint potion.”

These rare formulas were worth a fortune now, but keeping them hidden was pointless. Morning Breeze used them himself, but he’d studied forging, not alchemy. If only he could make them himself. He sought a reliable guild member for fear the recipes would be learned and then taken to another guild.

“Morning Breeze, when did you get these rare recipes? We’ve searched forever and found none for sale.” Cheng Xue’s eyes widened in disbelief—three rare recipes at once, something nobody would have guessed.

“I got them last time and forgot to tell you! Does the guild have a trustworthy alchemist? Even if not very familiar, trust is most important.” Low-level instant healing potions were hard to buy; Morning Breeze didn’t want to camp the auction house. If the guild could craft them, that would be ideal.

“I’ll ask my sister.” Cheng Xue knew how crucial recipes were; few guilds possessed these potion formulas, and having them would make raids much easier.

Soon, Cheng Xue and Cheng Shuang settled on a candidate—a woman who had gamed with them for a while and was absolutely trustworthy. She’d just had a child, so her gaming time was limited, but she’d chosen alchemy as her secondary profession, making her perfect for the job.

Morning Breeze withdrew the recipes from the vault and followed Cheng Xue to the guild’s alchemy room, where he glimpsed a stunning woman. Her slim S-shaped figure and voluptuous curves made Morning Breeze yearn to touch her. What drove him wild was when she turned around, revealing a pair of G-cup breasts that stirred a sense of conquest within him. As a psychic assassin, Morning Breeze had conquered many women, but never had he met such an exquisite beauty.

“Morning Breeze, this is Sister Qiulan. She just had a baby and has to care for her child every day, so her level hasn’t kept up. That’s why my sister asked her to help with alchemy, and we’ll level her up later.” Cheng Xue deliberately mentioned Shuangxue Qiulan’s recent childbirth, warning Morning Breeze not to get any ideas. Though he didn’t show any lecherous intent, Cheng Xue knew from his momentary pause that he was interested. Nearly every male player who met Shuangxue Qiulan would try to flirt, but Morning Breeze behaved better than most.

Just had a child? Seeing such a voluptuous, beautiful woman, Morning Breeze would have pounced in the past—but this was a game. Any inappropriate actions would be bounced back or even land him in jail. Psychic abilities could be trained in-game, but real-life excitement also helped; Morning Breeze never stooped to lowly acts before.

“Hello! I’m Duan Morning Breeze.” He knew times had changed and he had to mind his identity. “How skilled are you at alchemy?”

“Skill level? I haven’t practiced alchemy for long.” Qiulan was a bit surprised; she’d expected Morning Breeze to hand over the recipes, add her as a friend, and start chatting. Most male players acted this way. Those who pretended not to care to get her attention were ignored. But Morning Breeze surprised her—he hadn’t lost his mind over her looks.

A third-rate skill? Morning Breeze sighed; why were there so many pretty but useless alchemists? Why choose alchemy with no skill? The failure rate for potions was high, and lack of skill meant losing money. In his past life, Morning Breeze picked alchemy to practice focus.

“What’s your success rate?” Morning Breeze didn’t want to waste three rare recipes on a pretty face, especially one married with a child—she wouldn’t return his favor, after all.

“One in ten healing potions succeeds,” the beautiful woman admitted, embarrassed. The simplest low-level healing potion (restoring 10% max HP over 15 seconds) had only a 10% success rate, which was shameful, since most alchemists could reach 50%.

A 10% success rate for basic healing potions—wouldn’t the more complex instant healing potion be only 1%? Morning Breeze considered asking Cheng Xue to find someone else, but she messaged, “Morning Breeze, my sister wants Qiulan to have something to do. She can’t stay online continuously, but her success rate can improve with practice. Don’t be so strict, okay?”

Strict? Morning Breeze just wanted an alchemist who could make basic potions at 50% success rate—is that so demanding? But since Cheng Xue insisted, he didn’t plan to replace Qiulan.

“Thank you!” The beautiful woman was delighted to receive the three recipes. She used to level with many guild sisters, but now, unable to stay online much, she’d fallen behind in level and conversation. With the ability to make instant healing potions, she could help her friends and have something to talk about.

Her happiness was brief. Morning Breeze asked her to craft five low-level instant healing potions, but none succeeded—she failed at the very first step each time.

“To concoct instant healing potions, you need a gentle flame. When adding the second ingredient, timing is crucial—you can’t let the liquid evaporate too quickly…” Morning Breeze still remembered the process, since he was most skilled at making these potions. Without the recipe, however, no amount of practice would succeed.

“Keep your hand steady, go slowly, and use a glass rod to guide the boiling liquid into the beaker…” Morning Breeze felt speechless. He’d wasted three recipes. Cheng Xue, meanwhile, was quite content—she had Morning Breeze instructing the beautiful woman in alchemy while she went off to level up.

“Teach me once!” The beautiful woman’s technique was clumsy, but she refused to give up. She asked Morning Breeze to demonstrate directly, believing it better than just being coached.

Teach her? Morning Breeze suddenly had a new idea.