Inside the Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo put down his pen and looked at the final derived equation on the tablet.
"Oh?
"Is it this one?"
Bai Mo blew at the cold wind coming into the hall, glanced at the equation again, and flipped back through his deduction.
"No problem.
"For crafting Nasal Soup, out of five plans, only one is suitable for me.
"Without the guidance of Ancient Immortals, relying solely on modern mathematics.
"Proved step by step, now... Can the second one work?"
Bai Mo grinned.
The brilliant blade of mathematics successfully cuts through the challenges of Immortal Technique!
"I... solved the problem!"
He turned back to continue examining his recipe.
"Some related herbs haven't matured, some are still in pre-processing. It'll take a few more days to craft the Nasal Soup."
In fact, if he considered it from his existing Alchemy Dao knowledge, he still couldn't understand why the second recipe was correct?
What he had was a mere mathematical deduction.
