Almighty Alchemist

The practice of fighting qi was forced to stop.

Gong Hao could even feel the pulsation of fighting energy in his body. He believed that if he continued to exercise persistently, he would become an outstanding warrior sooner or later.

Unfortunately, Lancelot did not give him this chance. Perhaps as Lancelot said, he didn't intend to bring any trouble to Purgatory Island. A boy who only possesses a rudimentary samurai fighting spirit and has not even learned combat skills is much safer than a handyman with higher strength.

Although for a sky warrior, even if Gong Hao continues such overloaded training, it is impossible to surpass him in ten years, but he also knows that the destruction does not only come from his own strength.

Sometimes power is just a medium for exerting destructive ability, just like the magic power of a magician is just a medium for guiding the power of heaven and earth, but the consequences can be earth-shattering.

Lancelot felt that this kid was very smart, and he regretted his gaffe at the beginning, wondering if he had noticed anything. But it seems that this kid has no special performance except for working hard as always.

This reassured him a lot.

Indeed, Gong Hao is now fully immersed in his work, without Lancelot's permission, he can only use the traditional method to practice Dou Qi.

Ascension is really slow.

Under his careful care, the magic plants in the greenhouse looked full of vigor. Gong Hao basically has a complete grasp of the magic planting situation here, and even has a deep understanding of the work in other areas.

The only thing that gave him a headache was the blood orchid's seeds.

Gong Hao used no less than dozens of methods to cultivate it, but he just couldn't see it unearthed.

He had also specially observed the seeds to see if the little thing was dead, but in fact the seeds were still clean and intact, just like the embryos in the mother's body, but they refused to grow no matter what.

Mother?

Gong Hao suddenly felt something in his heart.

"Damn it!" Gong Hao slapped himself on the head hard, he realized that he had made a mistake, a mistake that everyone might make.

Magic plants are not ordinary plants, they are all spiritual beings, and some of them can even express their own feelings, such as the potted flowers brought by Lancelot.

They have intelligence, feelings, and desires. To a certain extent, they are closer to Warcraft in terms of ideology, except that they resemble plants in terms of survival. This is the main reason why they are identified as magic plants.

According to the traditional habit, Gong Hao cultivated this seed alone, probably just made a big mistake.

This kind of magic plant may not need to be cultivated at all, or in other words, it does not need to be superfluous by humans. They are spiritual creatures, just like monsters, they also have the concept of family and blood.

right! It must be so! Gong Hao became excited.

Holding the seeds, he quickly came to the bloody orchid, looked at the seemingly harmless petals, and said softly, "Hey, I think it's your child, right? I'll give it back to you now."

Bloody Lan Wufeng shook himself a few times.

It reacts!

Gong Hao carefully put the seed into the bloody orchid flower pot, guarding against this guy's attack. But it seems that the Bloody Orchid has no intention of attacking it.

The seed was lowered, and a vine emerged from the soil, curled around the seed, and dragged it into the dirt.

"It seems that you will take care of it, right? I'm sorry, I thought I could grow it, but I made a mistake. It is not your seed, but your child. It needs the care of the mother, not me, an outsider... Well, please, I will find you a larger space, a quieter space, and let you take care of your child slowly. I will not separate it from you until it grows up."

The petals of the bloody orchid drooped slightly.

A smile appeared on the boy's face: "Is this how you say thank you? Well, I accept it."

Ten days later, the seeds germinated.

Next to the adult bloody orchid planted, a small bloody orchid is struggling to break through the ground.

The cyan twigs herald the birth of a new life.

Despite these days of hard work, the way to finally succeed is to return to the original point, but Gong Hao feels that his hard work has not been in vain.

At least he learned to respect life.

The bloody orchid has high requirements on the environment, Gong Hao specially planted them in the flower garden, so that it can grow freely, but it also brings a higher degree of danger at the same time.

Once Fink came to see it and was bitten by Bloody Orchid.

"You should be careful, Fink, you have seen its power before." Gong Hao said while bandaging Fink's wound.

Fink was very aggrieved: "I saw that you were fine standing beside it, so I thought..."

"That's because I'm its friend."

"Friends? Be friends with a plant?"

"Any life, as long as you care for it, you can always be friends. Magic plants are not just plants, don't underestimate them."

"What about Warcraft? They are more spiritual, can you be friends with them?"

"That requires more time and long-term care. The more intelligent a creature is, the higher the requirement for friendship." Gong Hao replied lightly.

"Like humans?"

"Like humans."

Funk smiled: "It's nice to be friends with you."

After bandaging the wound, Gong Hao said to Fink: "I noticed that you have been a bit lazy in doing things recently. Do you think you can be unscrupulous after you get used to it here? I remember I told you to do things well and don't be lazy. I don't want you to be taken away by Andrew."

"That's not a terrible thing, is it?" Fink didn't care.

Gong Hao sighed, and he couldn't say a lot, so he could only say: "I just don't want to leave you. Fink, you see you are my best friend. We came out of Southwell Town together, came here together, and worked together. I don't want to be separated from you. Fink, sometimes I find that I am afraid of being alone, and I miss my parents when I sleep alone at night. But I have no choice... I only have you, Fink. So promise me, work hard, and not be taken away by Andrew? Just help me."

Fink stared blankly at Gong Hao: "Xiu Yi..."

Gong Hao looked at him with pitiful and helpless eyes, Fink nodded helplessly: "Okay, I promise, I will work hard and never leave you."

Gong Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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three days later.

When he came out of the library, Gong Hao was still buried in his book.

"Gler, can you help me? I'm a bit busy here." Someone called him from a distance.

Gong Hao looked up and saw that it was Biller in Area 42, a fourteen-year-old boy with green eyes.

He just came to Purgatory Island this month, and he is quite diligent in his work. He asked Gong Hao for help, which meant that he might really be overwhelmed with work.

"You know I never refuse to help a partner."

"Great, Mr. Andrew asked me to extract a liter of blood-sucking bee honey for him this morning. This matter is very difficult to handle, but I am in trouble here. Some snow rabbits are losing their temper. They are not happy. They are desperately bumping their heads against the cage. Someone needs to comfort them. And those blue-eyed foxes have diarrhea, and they need someone to take care of them. And I have to go to Thaker to ask for a bottle of insect repellent, so that I can keep those terrible blood-sucking bees away when I fetch honey I'll stay far away. I'm almost at my wits end!"

"Okay, then I'll take care of the rabbits and foxes for you. I'll tell those rabbits that if they don't restrain themselves, I'll throw them over to feed the fox."

Biller chuckled: "You are really there, Greer, thank you so much."

He said and ran away.

There are about 30 kinds of monsters and monsters in area 42. Gong Hao often works for the servants, so he is familiar with these monsters. He even gave each Warcraft a name.

"Hey, Maotou, why have you lost weight since I haven't been here for a few days, Biller must have abused you, right?"

"Okay, Benzene, you are a wind-dried chicken, not a dried chicken, there is no need to hang yourself on the cage all day long."

"Oh, and you, Iron Shell, you nasty big lizard, don't stick your tongue out at me, or I'll deduct your food...that's good."

Gong Hao pointed at those monsters and joked with them, while skillfully delivering food to these poor guys locked in cages.

After a while, Biller ran back with a small bottle in his hand.

Not far away is a double-layer iron cage covered with a magic net, and thousands of blood-sucking bees are flying up and down inside. They suck blood and pollen, while secreting a strange blood honey. This kind of blood honey can be used to make recovery potions, and it can also enhance the strength of mages who specialize in blood-type spells and help them recover their lost vitality. It is a very important material.

Opening the potion bottle, Biller applied insect repellant to his exposed skin. This potion can emit a strong pungent smell, which makes most monsters avoid it. What's interesting is that the main ingredient in making this potion also comes from magic insects.

Opening the first cage door, Biller walked in. After closing the cage door, he opened the second cage door. The magic cages are all double-layer cage doors, so there is no need to worry about the monsters and insects escaping when people enter.

The blood-sucking bees were indeed very sensitive to this insect-trapping water, and fled away after Biller came in.

But for some reason, they didn't escape far, but still hovered above the beehive.

Biller carefully opened the beehive, and there were countless blood-sucking bees crawling there. He carefully took out the clean bucket and prepared to fill it with blood honey.

Blood honey is the main food used by blood-sucking bees to feed the queen and young bees, and only worker bees suck blood. To some extent, the act of taking honey is actually snatching food from the mouth of vampire bees. The blood-sucking bees, who are demonic insects, always hate the act of stealing honey. At this moment, their wings are fluttering, making a buzzing sound, threatening death.

Gong Hao, who had just calmed down those snow rabbits who were in a bad mood, felt that the noise in his ears was getting louder. He looked back in astonishment, and saw more and more blood-sucking bees above Biller's head, like a big cloud of blood.

Gong Hao's face changed drastically, and he yelled at the cage: "Biler, come out quickly! Those blood-sucking bees are going to attack you?"

"What did you say?"

The strong noise made Biller unable to hear what Gong Hao was saying. He looked up with some annoyance, and was surprised to see the ever-enlarging red cloud above his head.

A large number of vampire bees circled into a stream of red blood and swooped down towards Biller.

"No!"

With Bieler's miserable scream, the bucket in his hand fell to the ground...