One nine-star potion serving two, at the cost of losing a battle beast's rapid advancement to level nine. On paper, the trade-off seems balanced, but in reality, it's a huge bargain.
Ya Tian and Ya Ni were already extraordinary twin sisters. Together, their combined strength surpassed others of the same level.
Once both became nine-star evolved, their coordinated power would overwhelm all but the most formidable level nine lifeforms.
Of course, battles hinge on countless factorsâraw comparisons donât always dictate outcomesâbut this was the only metric available.
Another reason Ye Zhongming sacrificed the rare Red Soul Beast Pearl was his confidence in Cloud Peakâs battle beasts. He believed they could reach level nine through conventional means.
Even now, Yangos, Yellow Ball, and others showed signs of impending evolution, having peaked at level eight, stalled only by the level nine bottleneck.
And letâs not forget Lanyouâthe miraculous plant within Cloud Peakâs grounds. Its aid to battle beasts was immense!
Last time it bloomed, its petals alone greatly benefited level eight beasts. Once those petals withered and bore fruit, the effects, while perhaps not matching the Red Soul Beast Pearl, would come close.
"After this transformation, theyâll develop enhancements even I canât predictâdirection, magnitude, all uncertain. But the changes will be positive."
The machines hummed to a gradual stop. The twinsâ convulsions ceased, and female researchers carried them to silver liquid pods, submerging them in a pale blue, seawater-like fluid.
"Now we wait. The awakening will take at least four or five days. When they rise⊠theyâll essentially be one person. Sigh."
Even after completing what others would deem a groundbreaking experiment, Liu Zhenghong and Ye Zhongming felt only complexity.
Shaking off the mood, the group moved to another labâor rather, the Gene Life Production Facility.
Mature gene warriors were already being mass-produced here via assembly lines.
Passing through these, they reached an innermost metal door. Inside, Ye Zhongming and Mo Ye spotted Liu Zhenghongâs lab coatsâthis was evidently her private rest area.
"This is for Little Yeâs trip to the sky."
Ye Zhongming was puzzled. The small room seemed devoid of anything noteworthy.
"You said activating the entry pass might trigger unpredictable restrictionsâpossibly even barring spatial equipment." Liu Zhenghong opened a drawer, retrieving a crystal box and placing it before them. êĐÎÈ«đĂáč
"If that happens, your ability to handle danger would plummet. None of us wants you dead."
At first, the box appeared empty. Then Ye Zhongming noticed it.
"I call it âHealing Gelââa placeholder name."
Red Sister dipped a finger into the box, lifting a nearly transparent, gelatinous substance.
"Without spatial gear, your potions stay behind. Even with your regeneration, injuries could temporarily weaken you. Against the alien races and unknown foes? Unacceptable."
She instructed Ye Zhongming to cut his wrist, then applied the gel.
An icy sensation spread, like frost over skin.
"It absorbs into your body. When injured, you can direct it to heal any wound, except mental damage."
True to her words, the gel dissolved into Ye Zhongmingâs bloodstream, threading through his arm.
The sensation was unsettlingâforeign matter invading oneâs body carried inherent risks.
"Remember: itâs consumable. You control where and how much it heals. Once depleted, itâs gone."
Mo Yeâs eyes widened.
The gelâs simplicity belied its powerâa portable, omnidirectional medic (minus mental health). Controlled healing: slow for minor wounds, instant for crises.
With Park Xiuying unable to accompany Ye Zhongming skyward, this gel was a lifeline.
"Total healing capacityâŠ" Liu Zhenghong paused. "Based on your eight-star data, it could offset two lethal injuries. But youâre nine-star now. The updated analysis isnât complete, so I canât say for sure."
"Iâd estimate instant recovery from one critical wound."
Research on nine-star evolved was still nascent. Even Cloud Peakâs top-tier labs had limited insights. The gelâs efficacy on Ye Zhongming remained theoretical.
"This is already incredible!"
The King of Cloud Peak was thrilled.
Others lacked his firsthand dread of the Universal Races and their enslaved species. Ye Zhongming knew the skyâs dangersâthis near-instant heal was invaluable.
"I need sleep. Get out."
Liu Zhenghong shooed them off. Only she could dismiss two nine-star evolved so brusquely.
As they turned to leaveâ
"Oh, Little Ye." Her drowsy voice trailed after them.
"At current capacityâfactoring in maintenance, upkeep, and medical supportâweâll hit peak gene warrior production in a month."
Ye Zhongming looked back at her, now sprawled on the bed, eyes closed.
"Meaning: in 30 days, youâll have an army of 100,000 gene warriors."