I'm raising mosquitoes using science as an ordinary person.

Chapter 18 Old Farmer Han's Happy Mosquito Idea!

"Thankfully, I specially bred a more docile subspecies of blood mosquito; otherwise, cultivators who rashly bred source blood flying mosquitoes would likely have committed a great deal of sin..."

Inside the master bedroom of Blackwater Manor, Meng De looked at his wind-damaged door and the room full of lingering Blood Mosquitoes, and couldn't help but sigh.

Mengde did not hand over the original blood mosquitoes, but instead handed over the subspecies of blood mosquitoes. One of the reasons was that the original blood mosquitoes had a very high probability of biting their master!

If Meng De, as the 'developer' of the Source Blood Mosquito, were to successfully implement the 'Source Blood Mosquito Co-creation Gene Bank' project in Spirit Beast Mountain, and a large number of Qi Refining cultivators were devoured by the Source Blood Mosquitoes provided by Meng De, he would likely be unable to remain in Spirit Beast Mountain.

Spirit Beast Mountain: I suspect you are a spy sent by the Demonic Sect to destroy the foundation of my sect!

Conversely, Mengde provided a subspecies of blood mosquito, and he also thoughtfully degenerated the sharp mouthparts of the original blood mosquito, as well as its already agile and fully extended wings, making the blood mosquito a fat crawling mosquito.

If a cultivator were to give the blood mosquito wings and sharp mouthparts to evolve again, then if the blood mosquito were to devour its master again, it would have nothing to do with Mengde.

Although Mengde lacked virtue in the Five Elements, no, he lacked the element of earth, he didn't want to incur too much blood feud for no reason.

"To be honest, I'm really curious to know what methods others will choose to control and cultivate the Source Blood Mosquitoes." Meng De smiled as he looked at the Source Blood Mosquitoes hovering around him, not daring to overstep their bounds.

"The senior sister gave me only six Yellow Dragon Pills in total. I don't even have enough for myself, how can I give them to you?" Meng De opened the white jade medicine bottle and glanced at the Yellow Dragon Pills inside. They were pale yellow pills with a faint glow on their surface. Just by smelling them, Meng De felt that the magic power in his body seemed to flow a little more smoothly, which showed how slow Meng De's magic power circulation was.

Meng De tilted his head back, swallowed a Yellow Dragon Pill, and took out a low-grade spirit stone in his hand. He sat cross-legged, his spiritual energy pulsating around him, and wisps of breeze swirled around him. The magic power in his body began to circulate according to the meridian diagram provided by the "Spirit Control Technique".

The Yellow Dragon Pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a surge of pure spiritual energy slowly released within Meng De's body. Instantly, Meng De felt a peculiar swelling sensation filling his internal organs. The spiritual energy dissipated from the Yellow Dragon Pill was like molten iron, flowing through his internal organs and meridians, tearing and forging at the same time...

Unbeknownst to him, during this rather painful period of cultivation, Meng De lost track of time. When he opened his eyes again, three days had already passed.

boom!

Inside the Blackwater Manor training room, Meng De crushed the remnants of the exhausted spirit stone in his hand, instantly opened his eyes, a faint glint of light swirling in his deep eyes before slowly dissipating.

"...Qi Refinement Level 5... Mid-stage?" Meng De closed his eyes and sensed the magical power within his body that had grown several levels stronger, and couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

No wonder Old Farmer Han leveled up so quickly; the power of pills is much more comfortable than the power of spirit stones!

"The remaining five Yellow Dragon Pills should be enough for me to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining within a month..." Meng De thought that it might be because this was his first time taking Yellow Dragon Pills that the pills were so effective at improving his cultivation.

It's a pity that consuming too many cultivation pills can easily lead to drug resistance. The drug resistance of that old farmer Han in the original story... well... his blood was probably practically poisonous by now, wasn't it?

"But speaking of which..." Thinking of Old Farmer Han, Meng De suddenly remembered something.

"The source blood locks in the basic form of a species and allows for the unlimited exploration of its evolutionary potential... The Crimson Flame Mosquito was able to evolve solar energy, so there's no reason it couldn't eventually adapt to spiritual energy..."

"Once the Source Blood Mosquitoes begin to adapt to the spiritual energy, it means they have officially evolved from ordinary mosquitoes into spirit mosquitoes."

"Drug resistance, in theory, is the residue of spiritual energy from elixirs, much like carbon deposits in car exhaust—impurities left behind from the incomplete combustion and absorption of spiritual energy."

Mengde suddenly felt that he might be able to do more research in the field of "drug resistance".

After all, the true protagonist of this cultivation world is a walking human-shaped dregs of medicine.

Refining medicinal residue and honing magical power is an extremely time-consuming process, yet it's also a simple one... It's simple because once you break through a cultivation level, you can easily hone your magical power using the power of a higher level... That's the charm of elixirs... Let's leave the problem to the future...

Meng De looked at the Yellow Dragon Pill in his hand and then began to enter a state of seclusion for cultivation.

A month later, Meng De successfully broke through to the sixth level of Qi Refining and awoke from his seclusion. Looking at the remaining Yellow Dragon Pill in his hand, he couldn't help but have many insights.

"Five Yellow Dragon Pills, plus the hard work of the previous six months, finally broke through to the sixth level of Qi Refining..." Meng De raised his hand, his magic power flowing in his hand. Because the pills had a high proportion of increasing his cultivation level, Meng De could clearly feel that his magic power was somewhat stiff when it flowed through his meridians.

"So this is what the book calls... unstable magical power..." Meng De sensed the situation within his body. He didn't rush to refine his magical power, but instead focused on experiencing his current state.

Whoosh!

Fireball!

A fist-sized ball of crimson flame rose in Mengde's hand, and then he casually tossed it onto the stone in the training room. With a bang, a corner of the hard stone was shattered.

Then the dark room lit up again, and Mengde used the fireball spell once more, throwing it into a corner.

Meng De felt his mana rapidly diminishing. He quickly assessed his remaining mana and found he could cast four fireballs, but after casting three, his mana was just enough for one more...

puff...

The flame in Mengde's hand flared up for a fleeting moment, then vanished instantly due to insufficient magical power...

In the darkness, Mengde remained silent for a long time, carefully sensing the parched meridians within his body...

"So this is the 'illusory essence' in the 'illusory power' of magic..." Meng De said weakly.

Through practical experience, Meng De understood why the magical power enhanced by elixirs was superficial.

"The gentle, warm magical power is like fine sand, freely flowing through the meridians... while the undigested magical power from the pills is like pebbles in the sand... seemingly unchanged in terms of magical power volume, but... these pebbles of magical power are difficult to mobilize until they are ground up..."

Simply put, of the 10 units of mana cultivation increased by a single pill, 3 units of mana cultivation are difficult to utilize.

A cultivator who is addicted to medicine may possess more than three or four layers of magical power, but these are all fake and cannot be used.

"The Spirit Beast Mountain Library seems to have mentioned a technique that allows one to absorb the cultivation of others..."

"In other words..."

"If we could breed a type of mosquito that specifically absorbs that 'three parts poison' of the source blood..."

Perhaps for ordinary cultivators, every medicine has three parts poison, and even if it is poisonous, it is still part of their cultivation, and they will not give it up.

However, for a certain individual... a single pill, with 30% of its efficacy removed, can prevent the development of drug resistance...

The deadly allure is unimaginable!