Chapter 2622 — Another Young Talent?

He genuinely wanted Wei Zhao and Xinxin to spend more time together. Wei Zhao might not know the first thing about alchemy, but his medical skill and theoretical knowledge were formidable indeed—especially the speed and efficacy with which he had treated Han Jingyi's injuries today, which had left the White Leader utterly awestruck.

Having Wei Zhao visit the house regularly was naturally his own wish as well, which was why he had said what he said—never imagining that Xinxin would take it the wrong way.

"All right, enough for now. See you in a bit!" The White Leader, failing to catch the negativity in Xinxin's tone, hung up as soon as he finished speaking.

Xinxin hung up and could not help but pout. She thought to herself: whatever young talent you are, I guarantee that after this meal you will never want to eat here again—and never dare come back! Hmph, hmph, hmph...

After finishing his call, Wei Zhao returned to the White Leader's office, where the White Leader had just finished his own call as well.

"Teacher Bai, is everything arranged on your end?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Yes, all arranged. Let's go together." With that, the White Leader rose, and the two of them left the office and headed for the university's faculty residential area.

The White Leader lived in a standalone professor's villa; his status was extraordinary, so he was naturally entitled to such a residence. As they walked, he explained, "This disciple of mine has not only advanced at a remarkable pace in alchemy, but she also has quite outstanding ability when it comes to identifying medicinal ingredients. The two of you could discuss and compare notes often—especially her skill at distinguishing herbs, which is no worse than yours!" The White Leader continued, "She is already a first-grade alchemist and is currently striving toward second grade."

"Oh? That impressive?" Wei Zhao was rather surprised. The White Leader had once been a prodigy alchemist; so long as his disciple's aptitude was up to standard and not too dull, becoming a first-grade alchemist was hardly remarkable. But identifying herbs—that was a gift!

Wei Zhao possessed that very gift, and even Old Man Wei was somewhat inferior to him in that regard, so hearing that there was someone comparable to himself naturally piqued his interest.

"Naturally. If not for your rather good relationship with Han Jingyi, I might even have introduced her to you as a girlfriend!" the White Leader said.

"Uh... I'll pass on that. You could introduce her to Bai Weituo or Bai Weikai..." Wei Zhao said.

"Bai Weituo has a girlfriend, and I didn't even know? Isn't her name He Meiyue?" the White Leader said. "And even if he didn't, I wouldn't introduce her to him. They're not the same kind of people; they wouldn't be happy together in the future. But you're different—you're both cultivators, and you both have a gift in this field. So Bai Weikai is out as well."

"Heh heh..." Wei Zhao chuckled and did not take the bait. His love life was complicated enough as it was; naturally he would not accept the White Leader's kind offer.

As they talked, the two arrived at the faculty residential area and stood before the White Leader's villa. Wei Zhao looked at the herbs growing in the White Leader's yard and could not help but feel surprised. It was already winter now; although the herbs were all inside homemade greenhouses, they were still quite difficult to cultivate. It seemed the White Leader had some real skill in growing herbs!

He might even be a cut above Old Man Wei—after all, West Star Mountain Village's location was spring-like all year round, which suited the herbs' growth. But this place was different; without some special methods, it would be very hard to keep the herbs alive.

"Taken a liking to my herbs?" the White Leader asked with a smile, seeing Wei Zhao examining the herbs in the yard.

"Yes, but they're all herbs for refining first-grade pills. For second-grade pills, there's only the Minor Rejuvenation Pill's ingredients..." Wei Zhao said.

"My disciple is currently a first-grade alchemist, so I've planted more of the herbs needed for first-grade pills. As for second-grade pills, she is only at the trial stage and cannot yet form a pill, so the type of pill doesn't matter. The herbs for the Minor Rejuvenation Pill are relatively easy to keep alive, have higher yields, and are simple to cultivate, so that's the only one I planted," the White Leader explained. "Once she truly becomes a second-grade alchemist, I'll cultivate more."

Wei Zhao nodded and said nothing further.

In the kitchen of the White Leader's home, a lovely figure was busily at work. Had Wei Zhao been there, he would certainly have been stunned—for this person was none other than the little nurse, Guan Xin!

Following the White Leader's instructions, Guan Xin had prepared eight dishes and a soup, all made with her "utmost care." Though she was hardly eager to meet some young talent, the man was, after all, someone her master esteemed, and since the White Leader had spoken, Guan Xin could hardly refuse. But to bring out her finest cooking to entertain the guest—that was out of the question!

This was because the White Leader had always been too kind and gentle with her. In an ordinary sect, when a master spoke, how would a disciple dare cut corners in carrying out his words? But Guan Xin was the White Leader's last disciple, and because her progress in alchemy was so rapid, the White Leader doted on her!

This was also why Guan Xin dared to make the food taste so awful. In her view, as long as her dishes looked presentable, that was enough. If the taste was bad, the guest might feel miserable eating it, but he would hardly say so—at most, he would simply never come back to eat again.

Still, this scene reminded Guan Xin of the time her grandfather had introduced a young talent to her at home! Back then, she had done the same—trying to cook a table of terrible dishes to "poison" that young talent to death!

In the end, it had turned into a huge farce: the young talent her grandfather had spoken of was none other than her own beloved, Wei Zhao! At the time, Guan Xin had been so mortified she could have died. She had finally gotten a chance to show off her cooking before her sweetheart—and then ruined it with her own hands!

Fortunately, Wei Zhao had not minded; otherwise, Guan Xin would have been truly embarrassed.

Ah, how time flew—it had already been several months since she had taken the White Leader as her master. She wondered how Wei Zhao was doing now. She had not heard from him in so long, and unbidden, Wei Zhao's figure—not tall, yet upright and vigorous—rose once more in Guan Xin's heart...

Thinking of Wei Zhao made it even more impossible for Guan Xin to give today's young talent any ideas. What if he really did take a fancy to her and started coming over often? Then, constrained by her master's face, she would be unable to drive this fellow disciple out—and that would be a real problem!

So Guan Xin went all out, pushing her culinary skills to their absolute limit. The dishes she cooked looked as beautiful as could be, but tasted as awful as could be—guaranteed that one bite would put you off for a hundred years!

As dish after dish—exquisitely prepared, perfect in color and aroma, but not in flavor—was carried to the table, the doorbell of the White Leader's villa rang.

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