Mo Liusheng's expression shifted slightly. After a long silence, he asked, "How low is the success rate for a God-grade Alchemist?"
"Roughly... ten percent," Qiao Mu said faintly.
As soon as the words left her lips, Mo Liusheng's face grew even more grim.
He let out a long sigh, as if struck and somewhat disheartened.
Qiao Mu glanced at him. "You can wait for that exceptionally talented God-grade Alchemist to advance to a Saint-grade Alchemist, then hand the materials over to her for refinement."
"That way, even if there's still a chance of failure, the likelihood of success would be roughly sixty percent or more."
Mo Liusheng looked at her, his lips parted, but he ultimately let out a soft sigh.
Mo Lian squeezed her small hand. "In the Divine Continent, no Saint-grade Alchemist has appeared for nearly a thousand years."
Wait? Wait until when?
This God-grade Alchemist might never be able to advance to a Saint-grade Alchemist in her lifetime.
Qiao Mu raised her delicate eyebrows, glancing at the Great Emperor, whose eyes held a hint of melancholy. "Then you'll wait for me."
She suddenly said, "Wait for me to grow up, and I'll help Lian's mother refine the Soul-Return Elixir."
"Five years will be enough."
Mo Liusheng once again looked at her with that "oddity from another world" gaze for a moment, then silently got up. He turned and roared at Hu Dequan, who was standing stiffly like a statue, "Why are you just standing there? Take the Sacred Rice back to the palace!"
Crown Prince Mo twitched his lips and quickly said, "The access token for the Rare Herb Garden."
A flash of lightning shot past him. Mo Lian reached out and caught the herb garden token, slipping it into his little wife's hand.
Qiao Mu watched the Great Emperor's huffing departure, then blinked and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
He had left mid-sentence. Master Qiao Qiao tilted her head, pondered, and then asked her husband with a serious expression, "Does your father not believe me?"
She wasn't joking when she said she could reach the Saint-grade Alchemist realm in five years.
She was someone with a time flow twelve times faster than normal. She said "five years" to be considerate of the Great Emperor's feelings, deliberately making it sound longer.
She never expected that even at five years, the other party wouldn't believe her!
What a baffling person.
Mo Lian looked at his little wife's conflicted expression and almost burst out laughing.
He nodded. "It's fine. We'll just prove him wrong with facts in a couple of years."
Master Qiao Qiao thought about it and realized it was true, so she nodded. Then, she moved to his side and reached up to cup his cheek. "Don't be sad. I will cure your mother."
Mo Lian's eyes softened, overflowing with tenderness. He wrapped an arm around the little one's waist and lightly kissed her cheek. "I know."
"When your old man is happy, take me over to see her," Master Qiao Qiao said expressionlessly.
"Okay."
"Don't worry, a small Soul-Return Elixir won't stump your Master Qiao Qiao," the little one said with a serious expression on her perfectly composed face.
Mo Lian picked her up, smiling. "I know, I know. I know everything."
Many things didn't need to be explicitly stated; everything was understood through unspoken默契.
Master Qiao Qiao rubbed her small head against his face. "Come back early tomorrow at noon. I want to eat Osmanthus Sugar Lotus Root. You make it."
"Mm," Mo Lian nodded with a smile. "Wife, if there's anything else you want to eat, just tell your husband."
"Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness!" A rush of hurried footsteps came from outside.