The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

After completing the initial demonstration of the crystal orchid's form, instructor Grenie Wynne did not stop teaching: "Now, let's look at the beauty of sculpted foliage in different varieties of orchids."

Under Moran's astonished gaze, Grenivin began her fluid and graceful transformation.

First, it transformed into a graceful moon orchid, its silvery-white petals waxing and waning like the phases of the moon; then it became a passionate and unrestrained flame orchid, its crimson petals not withering but gracefully scattering like embers; finally, it even transformed into a weeping orchid, just like Moran.

When Moran saw the transformed hyacinth orchid of Mentor Greniewyn, she realized that the transformation that had amazed her earlier was still not perfect and had many flaws.

"Transformation is a never-ending process," Grenivine's voice came from the weeping orchids. "There is no perfect transformation, only a more perfect one!"

These words were deeply imprinted in Moran's mind.

After demonstrating the process of all the students' orchids withering and dying, Instructor Grenie Wong said, "Alright, now try it yourselves!"

He casually deactivated his transformation, reverting to human form to patrol and guide the trainees.

Moran calmed himself down and focused intently on recalling every detail of Grenie Wynne's demonstration.

She first adjusted the flow of magic in the root system, mimicking the rhythm of the weeping cymbidium in nature, which slowly reclaims nutrients. It's not a simple energy withdrawal, but a rhythmic retreat like the tide.

Next, she controlled the outermost petal, making the tip curl slightly in just the right arc, neither too stiff nor too loose.

Color variation is an art in itself. Moran abandoned the monotonous, ashen yellow and instead experimented with the orange-red gradient demonstrated by Grenfell.

She carefully controlled the animal transformation power, allowing the colors to spread slowly from the edges of the petals, like the sunset dyeing the clouds, while maintaining a touch of green at the base of the petals.

"Pay attention to the order in which the veins fade," Grenivne's voice suddenly came: "In a true weeping orchid, the main vein should start to change first, and the secondary veins should follow suit about half a day later."

Moran then realized that his mentor had been standing next to Sula at some point.

Like Sula, she didn't notice this and immediately adjusted the timing, rearranging the fading time of the leaf veins according to the unified, accelerated time ratio.

The main vein first turns silvery-gray, and after a while the fine secondary veins begin to gradually lose their luster.

This staggered fading process instantly makes the entire transformation appear more realistic and vivid.

When Grenivn inspected Moran's area, a hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes: "Not bad! Sula, you can take a look at the order and timing of Moran's leaf veins fading!"

But then he pointed out other shortcomings of Moran's, "Moran, don't actively cut off the withered flower stamens; let them fall naturally according to their degree of withering."

Moran immediately understood and stopped artificially controlling the few filaments that were about to fall off.

These delicate filaments now hang entirely on the calyx, swaying gently in the breeze that seeps through the classroom windows.

When the two most drooping threads finally drifted down in the wind, Gurney noticed her perfect performance: "That's right! Just like that!"

She discovered that this adventurer student had an extraordinary ability to grasp concepts; often, he only needed a single hint to accurately grasp the essentials and present them perfectly.

This talent made her want to share everything she knew: "Next, you can try to slow down the whole withering process. Imagine yourself as a weeping orchid experiencing the changing seasons, storing all your strength in your roots, waiting for the moment when you break through the soil and are reborn next year..." Moran seized this rare opportunity and focused intently on improving her transformation skills.

As Moran practiced more, he came to understand more and more what Grenivin meant by "never-ending".

Whenever she masters a transformation detail, she immediately discovers that there are still many more areas she needs to improve. The density variations of the texture on the back of the petals, the rhythm of the contraction and expansion of the stomata on the stem surface, and even the growth direction of the root tips as they explore the soil—these details, which are never mentioned in the skill book, are the key to making the transformation truly approach perfection.

She was so engrossed in the lesson that Moran was still somewhat reluctant to leave when get out of class ended.

"At the same time next week," Greniev nodded slightly to her before leaving, "remember to start from the seed and try to grow a weeping orchid. Nature is the best teacher!"

This seemingly simple requirement is actually a pre-class assignment for the next lesson.

Moran nodded knowingly, already looking forward to the next lesson.

Although I didn't receive any tasks or rewards in this lesson, the knowledge I gained far exceeded any task rewards.

As soon as Instructor Grenwen disappeared from the doorway of the tree hole classroom, the Dream Citizens, who had been quietly seated, immediately de-transformed and surrounded Moran.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes, gleaming with curiosity, stared at her, and a cacophony of voices rose and fell:
"My God! You're really an adventurer?"

"How did you do that fading technique?"

"How long did you practice root stretching to achieve this naturalness?"

Sula squeezed to the front, excitedly tugging at Moran's sleeve: "In just one class, your transformation skills have surpassed mine! That's amazing!"

"Teacher Grenivine is a good teacher," Moran said with a modest smile.

In fact, the memories of Earth were of great help. Although the memories of the growth of plants on Earth stored in the mental sea differed from those of plants in the dream world, they shared common ground in the laws of the essence of life.

Her ability to grasp the essence of Grenivine's teachings so quickly was largely due to this prior knowledge.

"They were all taught by the same teacher, how could they be so different!" A young Dreamer girl who looked a bit older than Sula sighed in frustration. Her transformed weeping orchid still couldn't master the rhythm of energy return when it withered.

Moran suddenly thought of something, her eyes lighting up: "Are there any other classes like Professor Grenwen's? Can I take one too?"

It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality!

After experiencing a real Transformers master's class, those skill books seem as rudimentary as flashcards for toddlers, only suitable as the most basic introductory materials.

“Of course there are!” Sura counted on her fingers. “There’s an aquatic plant transformation class in the tree hollow next door, taught by Instructor Dale, and it should still be in session right now; there’s also a fungus transformation class in the afternoon, taught by Grandpa Brandon, in his tree hollow; I remember you also learned how to transform into a night cat, and tomorrow there’s a feline transformation class on Grandma Reed’s roof…”

Other dreamers also added the lessons they knew.

"Perhaps you could go to the village chief. If you can prepare some Dream Coins as a gift, I think he'll kindly tell you what kind of apprenticeship gifts to prepare for each mentor, and even provide you with a class schedule!" Vichy suggested. (End of Chapter)