CHAPTER 249: CHAPTER 241: THE WONDROUS METHOD OF POTION MIXING

"Hey, Little Spark, it’s time to settle the score, huh? Why did you insist on giving the Thunder Fruit to the Angus Cattle?" Han Qiwu chuckled while holding Little Spark and heading into the house.

Although the outcome turned out fine, if he hadn’t handled things properly, that perfectly good Angus Cattle would have been a goner.

This little troublemaker definitely needs some discipline.

The startled Little Spark tried flying a few times.

After failing, it turned its head and looked despairingly at the house, as if it had seen the pair of leather shoes and the pitch-black space inside.

"Chirp chirp, chirp chirp."

While still in the courtyard, Little Spark struggled desperately, launching several streaks of lightning toward the nearby fields.

"You have the nerve to destroy the crops?" Han Qiwu stared at Little Spark in disbelief.

"Chirp!" Little Spark cried out while furiously shaking its head.

Fortunately, the system log came to its rescue at that moment.

[Your farm pet, Little Spark, performed light pest control on four spinach plots, slightly increasing the chance of high-quality crop yield on the affected fields.]

Han Qiwu glanced at the log, then lifted Little Spark. "How about revisiting an old haunt and reliving some memories?"

Upon hearing the words "reliving memories," Little Spark began frantically shaking its head.

"Since you don’t want to, then for the next week, why don’t you take care of the pest control in all the courtyard plots? Make amends for your actions—how about it?" Han Qiwu suggested.

Little Spark initially wanted to play dumb, but considering the consequences, it quickly nodded.

Exhaustion it is, then.

Who’s to blame but itself for causing trouble?

"Alright, your attitude’s acceptable. Let’s see how you perform next." Han Qiwu released Little Spark and then strolled to a nearby reclining chair to relax.

As he lifted his hand, Han Qiwu prepared to examine the red marks caused by earlier electric shocks, wondering whether going to a doctor was necessary, as the whole thing still felt unsettling.

However, as he looked closer, there wasn’t a single mark left on his hand.

"Strange, why’s it gone?"

Han Qiwu turned his hand back and forth, muttering to himself, before deciding to let it go.

No marks? Even better.

Glancing at the time, he pulled out the [Mushroom Potion Recipe] he had originally obtained from Jin Tu from the storage compartment.

The recipe, dried and complete, still carried a faint fishy scent—he couldn’t fathom what kind of blood Jin Tu had used to write it.

Carefully unfolding the recipe, Han Qiwu began to examine it.

[Dream-Realm Potion Recipe]

[Ingredients: Paralyzing mushroom ×3, Hallucinogenic mushroom ×2, Any type of snake venom ×1, Wild pepper ×2]

[Preparation Process: Step 1: Mix and crush all ingredients into a container. Step 2: Carry the container and run continuously for 3,000 meters. Step 3: Jump into water with the container and swim for 10 minutes.]

[Effect: When thrown or applied to a weapon, it can cause at least 15 seconds of paralysis and 35 seconds of hallucination to enemies. Note: The radiation range from throwing is determined by technique, with a minimum range of 5×5.]

[Note: The ritual is an essential part of the preparation process.]

[Strength Potion Recipe]

[Ingredients: Mushrooms with a strength-enhancing effect ×3, Spinach ×5]

[Preparation Process: Step 1: Mix and crush all ingredients into a container. Step 2: Jump in place 200 times with the container. Step 3: Shake the container 800 times.]

[Effect: Increases strength significantly for 5 minutes, Attack Power +50.]

[Note: Precise execution of the steps is crucial for crafting a perfect potion.]

After eagerly reviewing the two potion recipes, Han Qiwu froze.

What on earth is this???

Seriously???

Making potions is one thing, adding the ingredients is understandable, but why do the preparation steps involve running, swimming, jumping, and shaking?

Is this crafting potions or crafting me?

Though the note on the Dream-Realm Potion had given Han Qiwu an explanation, he still felt speechless.

He’d have to find Jin Tu later and ask about this.

Still, quirks aside, the effects of these two potions were undeniably impressive.

If he could successfully craft them, they would undoubtedly be killer weapons.

Storing away the recipes, Han Qiwu decided to start collecting the necessary materials for crafting later on. What to make would depend on what materials he could gather. While he currently lacked wild peppers and snake venom for the Dream-Realm Potion, he already had some ideas. Meanwhile, he had spinach growing at home for the Strength Potion—it was just a matter of waiting for harvest.

All things considered, acquiring two potion recipes was definitely great.

Feeling refreshed from his break, Han Qiwu stood up and walked toward the wasteland where Little Kui had undergone its mutation earlier.

Truth be told, thanks to Little Kui’s running during the mutation, this part of the land had already been tilled enough that he could plant directly.

Han Qiwu dragged a water hose over and prepared a paddy field.

Once done, he carefully retrieved an Ice Lotus from his storage compartment and placed it onto the paddy field.

At the moment of contact with the water, the Ice Lotus trembled slightly, its roots rapidly spreading throughout the field and completing the planting process. A stream of blue light emerged from the plant.

The blue light encompassed the surrounding 3×3 plots and quickly transformed them into the snowy environment Han Qiwu had seen in the Ice-Snow Mine.

"Impressive effect, huh?" Han Qiwu bent down to scoop up a handful of snow from the plot, molded it into a snowball, and playfully hurled it at the Little Prince by the fish pond.

"Thud."

The snowball struck the Little Prince’s bottom and then fell into the nearby fish pond.

Feeling the chill on its rear, the startled Little Prince quickly turned around to inspect its surroundings, scratching its head in puzzlement.

"Strange, what hit me?"

It glanced upward at Little Spark, who was diligently pest-controlling, and felt suspicious.

"Little Spark can fly. It must’ve been it."

Han Qiwu observed Little Prince’s expression and couldn’t help but laugh.

Later, I should organize a big snowball fight tournament.

No rewards for winning, but penalties for losing.

Setting aside those thoughts, Han Qiwu planted the remaining five Ice Lotus plants one by one.

Soon, a small patch of snowy landscape adorned the courtyard, with sparkling ice flowers intermixed with pristine snowflakes—just like a fairytale world.

Noticing this beautiful sight, Little Shui quickly trotted over to Han Qiwu with an adorable expression, asking if it could go in to play.

Han Qiwu patted Little Shui’s head and said, "It’s chilly in there. You can go play for a while now, but once I start planting, you won’t be able to anymore, okay?"

Little Shui nodded eagerly and reached out to touch the snowflakes.

Feeling the icy coldness of the snowflakes, it shivered all over, but its curiosity didn’t waver—it joyfully continued playing with the snow.

The Little Prince, following close behind, also saw the scene and quickly leaped into the snowy area.

With its thick skin, it wasn’t bothered by the cold, playing and rolling around as it munched on snow.

Not a care in the world about the risk of a stomachache.

"Take this!" Han Qiwu crafted another large snowball and struck the Little Prince once again.

"Roar!"

The Little Prince, finally aware of what had happened earlier, let out a cry and scooped up a handful of snow to throw back.

But its throw ended up showering itself in snow instead.

"Haha." Han Qiwu laughed and grabbed two more handfuls of snow from a nearby pile, quickly shaping them into snowballs.

Amid the snow haze, the Little Prince secretly observed its master’s actions. After discovering how to properly use the snow piles, the Little Prince began shaping its own snowball and hurled it at Han Qiwu.

"Learning quickly, huh?" Han Qiwu effortlessly dodged the snowball, countering with two hefty snow chunks.

In the snowy paradise, man and bear played to their hearts’ content.