After dealing with the guards, Fang Heng walked to the experiment table and began to prepare the potion.

Bzz…

Beside his feet, a light blue large-scale magic array flickered, and a huge fist stretched out from the magic array.

The fusion Tyrant forms slowly crawled out from the magic array. They stood up one by one and stood in a row behind Fang Heng.

Fang Heng sauntered to the front of the potion table, sorting the potion ingredients.

“Hint: you have met the potion making requirements. Skills available: ‘basic potionology’ level 1 and ‘basic potion making’ level 1. Acquired skill effect: increased success rate of potion making. ”

“Hint: you have met the prerequisites for making the warlord potion. This potion requires 33 Vitality. Current success rate of potion making: 35% . Estimated potion quality after completion is C to F. Do you wish to proceed with the potion making? ”

“The success rate has only increased by 8% … ” Fang Heng muttered under his breath as a long channeling bar appeared above his head.

“Hint: the production has failed. Some of the medicinal ingredients can not be used anymore. You have consumed an additional amount of Vitality. You have gained 12 basic potion making skill experience points. ”

Fang Heng could not help but curse in his heart. “Another failure! The probability’s definitely rigged! ”

However, after seeing the increased experienced points, Fang Heng loosened up a little, slightly surprised.

Previously, when he failed to make the potion, there were no experience points gained for the basic potionology skill.

On the contrary, the newly learned potion making skill was very good. Even if he failed, he would still gain some experience points.

In that case, he only needed to make a few more batches to level up his skill level and increase the success rate.

Gaining a little more confidence, Fang Heng continued to sort the medicinal ingredients with his head lowered.

Behind him, the zombies that had long been restless walked up unsteadily, using the sorted medicinal herbs to carry out the next step of the potion making process.

Channeling bar after channeling bar appeared above the heads of the zombie clones.

“Hint: your zombie has completed the production of the warlord potion (success rate: 35%) . Production failed! You have received 13 basic potion making experience points. ”

“Hint: your zombie has completed the production of the warlord potion (success rate: 35%) . Production successful! You have gained 22 basic potion making experience points, 1 basic potionology skill experience points, and the warlord potion (grade E) . ”

“Hint: your basic potion making skill level has been upgraded to level 2. ”

“Hint: your zombie has completed the production of the warlord potion (success rate: 37.2%) … ”

Within a few minutes, ten zombie clones had completed the creation of the warlord potion alongside a row of hints that appeared in Fang Heng’s game log.

He had finally succeeded in making three bottles of warlord potion!

Item: warlord potion.

Grade: E

Description: only effective on player (or NPC) who has taken the divine potion before. After using the warlord potion, within a short period of time, the player can recover HP, vitality, quickly recover energy, regenerate limbs, and so on and so forth.

Creator: Fang Heng

Fang Heng stuffed the three completed potions into his backpack and carefully checked the description in the game log.

The skill of basic potionology seemed to be more powerful than basic potion making. It would only increase experience points if the potion making was successful.

In contrast, even if the potion making failed, the skill of basic potion making would gain experience points.

As the skill level gradually increased, the production success rate would also increase.

“Aren’t things getting better… ” Fang Heng rubbed his hands excitedly.

Just as he was about to start the so-called industrial production, he suddenly realized that he was being spied on.

Fang Heng abrupty turned his head and looked at the warehouse door behind him.

The door was ajar.

It was late at night, and the abnormal activity caused by the zombie team made the potioneer NPCs not sleep well. Therefore, they secretly got out of bed after a discussion and carefully opened a gap in the door, wanting to see what was happening outside.

Then, they saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

“Hey, you guys, since you can’t sleep, why don’t you come and help me? ” Fang Heng said and waved at the crack in the door.

When the survivors realized that Fang Heng had discovered them, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

“Come, come, come. Come and talk to me. ”

Their faces were pale as they walked into the warehouse in fear. They looked at the row of Tyrants standing behind Fang Heng in fear.

“Don’t be nervous. Do me a favor. It’s very simple. I just need you to help sort the medicinal ingredients for making warlord potions with the available materials. ” Fang Heng smiled. “Do you understand? ”

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The potioneer survivors looked at each other and nodded.

“Very good! ”

Fang Heng was in high spirits. “I’ll make them f*cking 100 million potions! ”

He felt like he had returned to the days of grinding the game.

That night was another sleepless night!

…

In the real world, there were still many players who could not sleep like Fang Heng.

All the major game companies and game guilds in District 7 were in a mess.

Almost everyone was asking about the same thing.

Who was Fang Heng?

In the blink of an eye, he directly became eighth place on the main storyline leaderboard rankings!

That meant that Fang Heng had obtained at least 8,000 main storyline contribution points in a short period of time!

However, the various large guilds and game companies did not have any information related to Fang Heng.

“Fang Heng? Who is Fang Heng? ”

“Is he Fang Heng from District 8? ”

“It doesn’t seem like it. He’s probably someone with the same name and surname, right? ”

“Do a detailed investigation. I need to confirm his identity! ”

“Yes! ”

The various large guilds moved upon hearing the news.

The Federation also noticed the player who appeared on the leaderboard rankings in the first instance.

“Have you confirmed it? Is it Fang Heng from Server 8? ”

“The IT department has compared some of the audio and video data obtained from Cheng Ya and confirmed that there is 70% similarity. Moreover, considering that he also has the ability to control zombies… the possibility of them being the same person is more than 90% . ”

“How? Did he teleport to District 7? ”

…

“Hint: your basic potionology skill has upgraded to level 3. ”

“Hint: your basic potion making skill has upgraded to level 8. ”

“Huh? What? That’s it? ” At two o’clock in the morning, Fang Heng was stunned.

“Yes, Mr. Fang Heng. All the alternative ingredients that can be used together have been fully utilized. We currently lack a type of supplementary medicinal ingredient for the rest and can not make more warlord potions. We couldn’t find a suitable substitute in the warehouse… ” a potioneer survivor, Alelho, who was preparing the formula-required ingredients, explained to Fang Heng.

They had finally used up all the ingredients that can be used!

Alelho sighed in his heart.

They could finally rest.

Fang Heng had thoroughly exhausted the few potioneers who stayed up all night to continuously prepare the ingredients.

Seeing that the ingredients had finally been used up, they all sat down to rest.

They were too tired!

It was even more tiring to continuously prepare sets of medicinal ingredients than to directly make the potions.

“Spent all of them? That was fast… ” Fang Heng mumbled.

Hearing Fang Heng’s words, the potioneers who were resting on the ground really wanted to curse. Inwardly, they thought, “What? Are you still not satisfied? ”

They had been making potions for more than ten years but had never experienced such a ridiculous situation.

Fang Heng didn’t expect that the 100 zombies who had infinite Fatigue Tolerance would already consume most of the medicinal ingredients in the warehouse!

After his skill of basic potionology upgraded to level 3, no matter how successfully the warlord potion was made, it wouldn’t increase experience points. On the other hand, even after his skill of basic potion making reached level 8, he could still gain experience points for it.

It seemed that he was only two levels away from reaching the maximum level!

With the upgraded two skills related to potion making, the success rate of the warlord potion production increased by a large margin.

Currently, the success rate had reached 65.6% , double compared to before!

Fang Heng was enjoying himself when he suddenly realized that he could not continue without the raw materials. He immediately felt an indescribable grievance.