Pesticide Fairy Way

I was originally a top student in the Agricultural College of the 21st century, but I once transformed into an abandoned disciple of the Medicine King Valley in the fantasy world. Master ordered me not to touch the alchemy furnace for the rest of my life, just because the elixir I refined had "no spiritual essence". But when they were besieged by monsters and their spiritual fields withered, they turned to me, a "good-for-nothing", for help. I carried the herbicide and smiled: "Ten spirit stones per bottle for insecticide, thirty spirit stones per acre for weeding, and life-saving pills... You have to pay extra." Later, a legend spread throughout the world of immortality-the woman who carried the strange magic weapon and talked about the "interval between effects of medicine" was the real elixir saint.