Chapter 99: The Little Medicine God

The entire virtual world was in an uproar!

The waves and repercussions caused by this seemingly mundane arena match far exceeded Song Yue’s expectations. Although his opponent had been strong, he hadn't taken it to heart at all. Wasn’t mecha combat supposed to be like that?

It couldn’t all be as pathetic as Ling the Simpleton, could it?

If it weren't for the fact that he kept seeing news about this battle everywhere, which made him feel curious enough to check the match records, Song Yue wouldn't even have known his opponent's name.

The opponent’s name was even more arrogant than his own—"No One Can Defeat Me."

"With a name like that, wouldn't it be embarrassing if they actually got defeated? If this were known in reality, it would practically be a social death. What a shameful name!"

Song Yue commented earnestly as he browsed through the news related to the battle. Clearly, he didn’t realize that his own name, "Martial Arts Great Saint Monarch," was equally pretentious.

"‘No One Can Defeat Me’ has been defeated by a player in basic white-tier gear!"

"Big news! Can you believe ‘No One Can Defeat Me’ was taken out by his own missiles?"

"Major event! ‘No One Can Defeat Me’ has finally been defeated. I just watched the replay—it was a human tragedy!"

"A debate on which is more important: equipment or actual combat skill..."

"To all my friends who superstitiously believe equipment is everything, come watch the replay of this match and see how a beginner mecha in white-tier gear defeats a high-level mecha armed to the teeth!"

Song Yue was somewhat surprised by the impact of this battle. It wasn't until he followed a thread to a so-called "Mecha Warrior Leaderboard" that he began to understand. The ID "No One Can Defeat Me" was ranked in the top one hundred mecha warriors! He had inadvertently defeated a top-tier player with a massive fan base.

It was difficult to estimate exactly how many mecha enthusiasts were in the virtual world. At first, Song Yue thought there weren't many, but after leaving the newbie village, he realized that everyone who played mecha had long since moved on. That was why he had encountered that simpleton Ling Xiaohan fifty times in a row in the newbie arena.

Being ranked in the top one hundred meant one was considered a top-tier expert. The match that had just ended only had a few hundred spectators on-site, but the number of concurrent online viewers had exceeded ten million! No wonder the entire virtual world was buzzing as soon as the fight ended.

Ling Xiaohan saw it, too. She replayed the recording of the match over and over, feeling that "Martial Arts Great Saint Monarch's" fighting style looked very familiar. Suddenly, she didn't feel like fighting anymore. She had been making rapid progress lately and felt she was already quite formidable. Since she had been spending all her time in the virtual world, her points had been skyrocketing, and she had redeemed high-level mechas and equipment, all in the hopes of getting her revenge.

But now, she suddenly felt that sometimes, one should be more magnanimous. It was just a game, why take it so seriously? One had to learn to let go.

After watching the replay one more time, Ling Xiaohan decisively replied to Song Yue with a message: "I’ve decided to let you off for now!"

Song Yue chuckled when he saw the message and prepared to log off. Just then, a new friend request popped up. In fact, he had received at least a thousand friend requests in just this short while, and he had ignored them all. He didn't intend to play in the virtual world long-term; it was just a pastime for his leisure hours.

However, this request had a rather special name: "No One Can Defeat Me."

Song Yue casually clicked "Accept." After all, the guy had just "gifted" him a rather expensive weapon. One should always be friendly to such generous people. Song Yue had checked the price of that sword in the virtual world—it was very expensive! If listed for trade in Star Coins, it was worth at least five million.

Once the friend request was accepted, the other party quickly sent a message: "One month from now, dare to fight again?"

The opponent didn't mention the sword at all, which made Song Yue quite happy. He replied: "Next time, remember to bring more gear that can be dropped! I need your gifts!"

The other party: "..."

They were probably losing their mind.

After a long while, "No One Can Defeat Me" sent another message: "If I lose to you again, I'll gift you a W-21934 model mecha, fully equipped with a complete set of gear!"

What was that? Was it impressive? He’d check later!

Song Yue accepted immediately. On the other end, the name "No One Can Defeat Me" went grey; he had probably logged off. After looking up the mecha model, Song Yue discovered it was the highest-tier mecha currently available in the virtual world! Its performance was almost identical to the batch the Lin family had given him. In player-to-player trades, such a mecha was worth over a hundred million in Star Coins!

Song Yue couldn't help but click his tongue. In the vast universe, with its trillions of living beings, there were so many damn rich people! Even a virtual mecha could fetch such a sky-high price. This "No One Can Defeat Me" was clearly a tycoon to dare to offer such a wager. And it couldn't even be called a wager, because if Song Yue lost, he had nothing to lose.

Not bad, not bad! It seemed that whenever he was short on cash in the future, he could come to the virtual world to "shear some sheep," fight some matches, and farm some gear. If he encountered a wealthy, overbearing person like "No One Can Defeat Me," he could even score a big payday.

After stepping out of the virtual pod, Song Yue felt refreshed. He went to find Qian Qianxue and Wen Rou, planning to have dinner together that evening. Qian Qianxue was still busy processing various pieces of information and didn't have time to pay attention to him, so Song Yue went to Wen Rou’s alchemy room.

He didn't disturb her, instead using his highest-level clearance to open the door. As soon as he stepped inside, a wave of heat hit him.

This environment... Song Yue frowned slightly.

Wen Rou was intensely focused on using fire-control techniques on a giant alchemy furnace that was taller than she was. Song Yue stood in the back and watched. The raging flames inside the furnace transformed into the shape of a cat, then a lamb, then a tiger, then a dragon. Wen Rou seemed to be having a lot of fun!

Perhaps feeling that wasn't enough, she guided the flames with her mind until they gradually took on a human shape. No matter how Song Yue looked at it, it looked a bit like him. He had intended to call out to remind her, but now he didn't dare make a sound; if he ruined this batch of medicine, he would be the one to blame.

It wasn't until Wen Rou had her fill of fun and stopped the fire-control practice that she sensed someone behind her. She spun around, saw Song Yue, and patted her chest. "Brother, when did you get in? You scared me!"

"I came in when you were turning the flames into kittens, lambs, and tigers," Song Yue said with a smile.

Wen Rou blushed and said, "I was practicing!"

"Mm-hmm!" Song Yue nodded repeatedly. "Let’s go eat together tonight!"

"Okay, okay!" Wen Rou said happily.

Soon, the batch of pills was finished. Wen Rou took them out and placed them into small porcelain bottles she had prepared. Throughout the entire process, her cute little face was full of focus and seriousness. This was the first time Song Yue had seen Wen Rou in work mode—serious, focused, and full of confidence. It was completely different from how she usually was.

Especially considering this environment was truly terrible; the temperature was so high that even a cultivator would feel uncomfortable staying in it for a long time.

"Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?" Song Yue asked, looking at Wen Rou’s flushed face and hair dampened by sweat.

"I can't turn it on!" Wen Rou explained earnestly. "My current strength hasn't reached the point where I can do as I please. Once the air conditioning is on, it will affect the environment here..."

"So when you practiced alchemy before... it was always in this environment?" Song Yue felt a pang of heartache.

"Yes, I’m already used to it!" Wen Rou smiled, not feeling like it was a hardship at all.

Then, she handed all the finished pills to Song Yue. "Brother, these were refined for you!"

Song Yue put them away, and Wen Rou beamed with joy.

They had dinner at home. Song Yue had originally planned to take them out for a big meal, but Qian Qianxue and Wen Rou both insisted on staying home to eat seafood.

"Aren't you tired of it yet?" Song Yue couldn't help but ask.

Qian Qianxue shot him a faint look. "You've gotten arrogant!"

Wen Rou didn't speak, but her little eyes clearly expressed the same sentiment. Complaining that the seafood and game from the Confluence Layer were boring after eating them for a while? That was truly too arrogant!

Recently, Wen Rou and Qian Qianxue had been living at Song Yue’s place, so having dinner together was convenient. While the seafood and dragon-patterned leopard meat were delicious, eating them every day would indeed get old, so Song Yue went to the market to buy some other dishes.

At the same time, he secretly decided to find time to take a trip to the North Sea to hunt for other types of seafood. He didn't take the two girls to the market; although Brother Qian's social anxiety had improved a lot, she still didn't like appearing in crowded places. Moreover, the people in the local market had known Song Yue since he was a child. Even though he had been quite mischievous in his youth and everyone knew him as the neighborhood’s "king of kids" who was especially good at fighting, every time he went to the market with Sister Wang, many people couldn't help but tease him—half-jokingly—offering to introduce him to girlfriends and insisting on stuffing his basket with all sorts of goodies that he couldn't refuse. That was why Sister Wang liked to bring him along. If he were to brazenly bring two pretty girls to the market, he feared rumors would be flying everywhere in no time.

Song Yue didn't care, but the girls were thin-skinned; if they got scared off and stopped living there, that would be bad. After all, the life of the three of them living together was quite happy.

At dinner, Song Yue opened two bottles of juice for Wen Rou and Brother Qian as usual, while he took out a bottle of liquor, intending to have a little drink.

Qian Qianxue looked at him and said, "Give me a little bit, too!"

Song Yue looked at her, surprised. Qian Qianxue didn't look at him and said, "I have to practice sometime; I've grown up, too."

Song Yue chuckled and filled her glass until it was almost overflowing. Qian Qianxue couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

Wen Rou, thinking it over on the side, said weakly, "I want some too..."

"You don't," Qian Qianxue said, reaching out to pat her head. "You're still little."

Wen Rou: "..."

She felt she wasn't little anymore. She had already applied for graduation and become a member of the Abnormal Affairs Management Department; she was an adult! But she didn't dare to argue.

During the meal, Wen Rou suddenly said to Song Yue, "Brother, for the pills I refined today, take two every day and then circulate your cultivation technique; it should be very helpful for your improvement."

"Is that so? Then I'll take them on schedule!" Song Yue said happily.

"Also," Wen Rou hesitated, looking at Song Yue, "if I could get higher-level medicinal materials, I think I could refine even more advanced pills now. According to the records in the Alchemy Canon, as long as there are enough materials, I can refine Foundation Establishment pills, as well as pills for the Confluence and Golden Core levels. Some of those pills are incredibly powerful!"

Song Yue suddenly remembered what Old Wolf had said before, that Wen Rou’s alchemy ability wasn't weak, even in the Nine Passes world. He looked at Wen Rou and said, "Then make a list, and when I come across those materials, I’ll definitely dig them up for you!"

Wen Rou nodded. "In that case, I can refine more and better pills for you all!"

This child always thought of others and hoped to be useful. Even Qian Qianxue's gaze towards Wen Rou became exceptionally soft. After thinking for a moment, she picked up Wen Rou’s cup, drank the juice inside, and poured her a little bit of liquor.

"Come, little Alchemy God, in order to refine those high-level pills sooner, I’ll grant you permission to have a little today!" Qian Qianxue said.

Wen Rou looked at Qian Qianxue with a dazed, cute expression, then looked at the wine in the glass. She stood up, held the glass, and said earnestly, "I will definitely do it!"

With that, she downed it in one gulp.

Song Yue and Qian Qianxue were left speechless, their foreheads covered in black lines.

Five minutes later.

Looking at Wen Rou, whose face was flushed and who was fast asleep on the bed, Song Yue looked at Qian Qianxue, speechless. "You're really something!"

"How was I supposed to know she’d down the whole thing in one gulp?" Qian Qianxue looked innocent, then turned to Song Yue and said, "How about... the two of us have some more?"

It was over! Even Brother Qian was tipsy!