If it were anyone else asking about loong blood, Su Mu might suspect they had ulterior motives, but he had no such doubts about Wen Wubin.
Su Mu took out the remaining nine drops of loong blood and seven doses of jiao blood powder mixed with loong blood from his bracelet space, handing them over as he said, “Here they are.”
Wen Wubin nodded, raised his hand slightly, and the loong blood and jiao blood powder were immediately drawn into his sleeve.
“These loong blood and jiao blood powder mixed with loong blood, don’t use them for now. I’ll take them to the lab to try to remove the Drum ingredients mixed in them, conduct a thorough examination to see if there are other issues, and devise a formula that’s more suitable for you and Xiao Yezi,” Wen Wubin laid out his plan briefly.
Su Mu was profusely thankful, deeply moved.
Honestly, no matter what others thought of Wen Wubin, he had always been impeccable to Su Mu.
Wen Wubin waved his hand dismissively, “No need for thanks. You’re my disciple now, and eventually, you’ll be my direct apprentice. If I don’t help you, who will?”
“Uh…”
Su Mu didn’t know how to respond, especially with Xu Yue still beside him. He hesitated for a moment then simply shut his mouth, silently lamenting: It’s tough being too charming; what do you do when everyone likes you? You can’t just split yourself in two, can you?
Xu Yue kept silent, her eyes full of sorrow as she looked at Wen Wubin, because she knew that even if she spoke up, it would be futile.
After all, having become Su Mu’s spiritual practice instructor was quite an achievement; she shouldn’t expect to become his research mentor as well. Even if Wen Wubin didn’t compete with others for Su Mu, other big shots would. Su Mu’s performance and achievements were just too extraordinary, too astonishing.
Moreover, Xu Yue already felt immense pressure. As Su Mu continued to grow, published more academic papers, and made more contributions, the pressure of being his mentor could become overwhelming. So, it was better not to take on that role and let Principal Wen bear that burden.
Unaware of Xu Yue’s gaze and thoughts, Wen Wubin continued without reaction, merely inquiring about Su Mu’s feelings before he fainted, all of which would contribute to the experimental data.
Su Mu understood this, so he answered every one of Wen Wubin’s questions in great detail.
Afterward, he looked down at the large piece of skin that had fallen off his body, then at Su Ye and Chef Cat, and asked, “Did you two shed your skin?”
“No,” Su Ye shook her head.
“No!” Chef Cat responded with just a word, and frankly, when it spoke word by word, its pronunciation was quite clear.
“It seems it’s just me then.”
Su Mu was relieved that Xiao Yezi wasn’t affected. Then, with a bit of worry, he asked, “Principal Wen, you said I shed my skin because I soaked in loong blood, could my body undergo some sort of mutation because of this?”
In the West, there were often news stories of ordinary people mutating into werewolves or Spider-Man, so Su Mu’s concern wasn’t unusual.
To be honest, he was also curious: if he really did mutate, what would he become? Would he have horns on his head and a tail on his back… like a Little Dragon Man?
Wen Wubin raised his hand, and a light screen appeared in the room, floating in midair.
The screen displayed various medical test results like “white blood cell count” and “red blood cell count,” as well as “urine protein” and “urine sugar,” all of which Wen Wubin had scanned using spells since his arrival.
This spell-based scanning was impressive; it didn’t require drawing blood or collecting urine and could produce results directly from within the body.
However, Su Mu found the “human chorionic gonadotropin” test somewhat baffling: Don’t think I don’t know, this is mainly used for pregnancy tests. What are you trying to find by testing me for this?
Besides blood and urine tests, reports on various organs were also displayed on the light screen.
Pointing at these reports, Wen Wubin said, “From the current condition of your body, it seems unlikely that you’ll mutate. After all, your test indicators and the condition of your organs are relatively normal, just significantly stronger than the average cultivator. Considering the effects of loong blood, this is within the expected range. I think the issue of your shedding skin is just a normal consequence of skin tissue being damaged and reformed, shedding old skin and growing new. It’s not much related to the skin-shedding habits of dragons and snakes.”
“That’s good,” Su Mu felt relieved.
If he truly mutated into a Little Dragon Man, mostly humanoid but with only dragon horns and tails, that might be manageable. But if he turned into something with a dragon’s head and body, only having human hands and feet… that would be terribly ugly.
Just as Su Mu was relaxing, Wen Wubin added, “You don’t have to worry. Even if you did mutate into a monster, it wouldn’t matter. Didn’t you get Professor Ye Xian’s notes? As long as you learn her illusion techniques, even if you turned into a monster, you could ‘beautify’ yourself into a handsome young man.”
“…”
Principal Wen, if you can’t comfort someone, better not to say anything at all! Your words have made my heart, which had just calmed down, start racing again.
Su Mu was speechless, unable to complain about Wen Wubin, and could only grumble inwardly.
At that moment, his stomach made a loud “gurgle,” audible to everyone in the room, and a strong sense of hunger emerged, painful enough to feel like stomach cramps.
“Chef Cat, go get him something to eat,” Wen Wubin ordered before Su Mu could even speak.
The proud Chef Cat, who could ignore Xu Yue, didn’t dare disobey Wen Wubin and promptly jumped off the cabinet, dashing into the kitchen.
Wen Wubin explained to Su Mu, “Although your physical functions have been enhanced, so has their demand for energy. Previously, you were sustained by the energy contained in the loong blood. Now that you’re awake and the energy from the loong blood has been depleted, you naturally feel hungry. Eat plenty later.”
Su Mu nodded in understanding, and from Wen Wubin’s words, he anticipated that he might have a huge appetite in the future. He felt fortunate for having chosen the alchemical cuisine major; otherwise, just the cost of food could potentially bankrupt him.
Wondering if there’s a future in competitive eating or live-streamed eating shows in this world? Not aiming to become an internet celebrity like Chef Cat, but earning some tips to offset food expenses would be nice.
Su Mu distracted himself with these thoughts to avoid fainting from hunger.
Fortunately, Chef Cat soon returned with a pot of steaming spiritual dish stew.
Indeed, Chef Cat had brought an entire large pot, probably having been informed in advance of Su Mu’s extraordinary appetite.
This pot of stew was clearly prepared well in advance, specifically for Su Mu’s recovery.
Su Mu thanked and took the pot, placing it on his lap, and started eating with the big ladle in the pot, not minding the heat. His body could handle it, after all.
Of course, Su Mu did not forget to apologize to Wen Wubin and Xu Yue.
They were in the middle of a serious conversation, and there he was, eating voraciously from the pot, which was somewhat impolite.
Fortunately, both Wen Wubin and Xu Yue understood, especially Xu Yue, who had just enjoyed a meal at Su Mu’s place. How could she not understand?
As for Chef Cat, watching Su Mu eat ravenously, it suddenly furrowed its brows, feeling something was amiss.
Other people’s cats are treated like masters by their humans… but why is it the other way around for me? I cook every day for humans, turning into a caretaker?
Cats shall never be slaves! Should I rise up and reclaim the rights to be the master?
Chef Cat tilted its head, pondering seriously for a moment, ultimately deciding against it.
On one hand, it felt that even if it revolted, it couldn’t defeat Su Mu, not to mention the many little devils around the big devil Su Mu, like Hairy Bamboo Shoots and Biyi Bird…
On the other hand… soaked in jiao blood powder mixed with loong blood, that was truly delightful and comfortable. It still had one chance left to use it, so it might as well wait until after using that to consider reclaiming its master status.
While Chef Cat was lost in thought, Wen Wubin said to Su Mu, “Eat up, and I’ll tell you about some things that have happened in the past few days. They might be useful when you deal with the two ancient gods.”
Su Mu nodded, mumbling unclearly, “Mm-hm, go ahead.”
“First, the research at the Snowy Mountain Perilous Land Research Base is progressing smoothly…”
Wen Wubin briefly introduced the main research projects and directions currently underway at the Research Base, then added with a smile, “Also, a new research project related to you has started there.”
“Oh?” Su Mu swallowed a chunk of spiritual bamboo shoots with a slurp and asked curiously, “How is it related to me?”
Wen Wubin chuckled, “They’re researching why Drum drinks alcohol. Tell me, isn’t that related to you?”
Su Mu smiled wryly and asked, “Didn’t you remind them not to waste scientific resources?”
Wen Wubin shook his head, “I couldn’t remind them. It’s better if fewer people know about it. Don’t worry, Lu Da reported to me that there’s ample research capacity at the base. Even if they waste some resources, it won’t affect the main research.”
“You’ve contacted Senior Uncle Lu?”
“Yes, I have.”
Hearing Lu Da’s name, Wen Wubin grew irritated, “At first, I thought that kid was doing quite well, not disgracing me. But when I tested him on a few academic questions, he couldn’t answer a single one. I was so angry that I wanted to rush to the Snowy Mountain Perilous Land and give him a severe scolding. I’ve assigned him homework and mandated a monthly exam, so he can pick up the studies he’s neglected while carrying out his security duties!”
“This…”
In Su Mu’s mind, the image of Lu Da studying in the icy wilderness, biting on a pen, appeared.
Poor Senior Uncle Lu…