Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 235 Heading Towards the Endless Source of Demonic Power
The best place to plant a bunch of flowers is in a flower bed. The same goes for planting sea anemone mycelium; the original habitat of the Magic Sea Anemone is definitely the most suitable.

The underwater volcanic zone possesses abundant raw materials and a powerful heat source, and these unique conditions enable a surge in the production of magical energy materials.

The problem is that the environment of this place of origin is too harsh and unsuitable for harvesting.

Moreover, for the magic mycelium to expand its carpet size, it must require a large amount of nutrients, but organic matter in the deep-sea environment is quite scarce.

Lin Bo analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of both surface aquaculture and deep-sea aquaculture.

Surface aquaculture requires addressing water and soil issues, especially the composition of volcanic ash and lava. Since there are no active volcanoes in the Sail Islands, the only options are to import from volcanic regions of the Fertile Continent or purchase from online trading platforms.

Marine aquaculture needs to solve transportation problems, such as how to transport magical substances from waters 2,000 meters deep to the surface, and how to deliver food to the deep-sea aquaculture area.

Alternatively, they could rely on artificial intelligence to operate specialized collection submarines, continuously delivering goods back and forth.

Alternatively, build an offshore operating platform, extend a two-kilometer-long hollow pipeline into the deep sea, construct an elevator shaft for transporting goods, and then build deep-sea aquaculture tanks in the volcanic zone, resembling an underwater city, with mechanical guards to care for and harvest the magical mycelium.

To get rid of the biological harvesting method, Lin Bo would need to completely decipher the alchemical formula for marine magical substances and build an alchemical magical energy factory. But even then, the problem of raw material shortages would still remain.

Lin Bo's three proposed solutions each had their own advantages and disadvantages, and he didn't find it difficult to choose. He simply decided to use all three simultaneously, since they didn't conflict with each other.

The first step is to carry out surface farming to achieve self-production of magical energy. The location is chosen to be a water storage pool deep in the East Cliff Grottoes.

Lin Bo immediately took action, reciting the true name of the rock, and dug out a saltwater pool at the back of the grotto.

Volcanic nutrient soil purchased from the Duolianduoyi platform was poured in to form a thick layer of pond mud. Then, sea anemone mycelium was planted, electrodes were placed, wires were connected to the nuclear power unit, and finally seawater was introduced to fill the pond.

After working for half a day, we finally completed a breeding pond for magical bacteria.

Lin Bo watched with satisfaction as the pond bottom shimmered with a ghostly blue light, listening to the whispers of the magical energy. It was growing and expanding, slowly but steadily.

Sea anemones that mimic mycelium have a wider diet and are not as delicate as single-celled organisms. When the watchman puts wood and fertilizer in, they eat happily, the mycelium spreads, the number of sea anemones continues to increase, and the production efficiency continues to improve.

These materials were free; Lin Bo had already collected them during the [Botanical Garden] instance and had been stockpiling them in the cave warehouse.

He did a simple estimate of the maximum production capacity of this small aquaculture pond, which was only a few square meters in size. By analogy, the magical energy produced in one day was equivalent to the total amount of oil extracted from the entire body of an adult killer whale.

The polymorphic fungus that mimicked the sea anemone was even more productive than the original sea anemone. This may be due to the advantages of multicellular organisms, or it may be because the mushrooms are simply too powerful.

"(In magical language) Praise [the mushroom]." The mage smiled by the pond. The deep blue anemones in the water swayed happily and shyly.

Sea anemone mycelium periodically divides into fruiting bodies filled with magical substances, which float on the water's surface like tiny jellyfish the size of a finger. From a distance, they resemble a ghostly blue duckweed and can be easily scooped up with a dip net.

As evening approached, Lin Bo scooped up a net, brought it back to the lighthouse for testing, analysis of its properties, and assessment of its uses.

The magical energy stored in these mushrooms is far purer than that of whale oil; even refined whale oil doesn't contain as much magical energy as sea anemone mushrooms.

What's even more remarkable is that sea anemone extract doesn't have the flammable and explosive properties of whale oil. It's more stable and gentle, and can be easily and efficiently converted into electrical energy. The reaction residue is just some water, making it very clean and hygienic.

It can be said that, except for not being able to be directly inserted into gun barrels as gunpowder, sea anemone mushroom oil is a superior substitute in the field of industrial production.

To convert stable mushroom oil into a combustible substance, there's no need for complex refining. Simply feed it to the primary fungal carpet, recite the true name of whale oil, and whale oil mushrooms will grow, which are still dangerous and explosive.

Mushroom oil is used to cultivate delicious mushrooms, and the quality of the extracted monosodium glutamate is not diminished at all.

Used for concocting mental potions, this highly concentrated magical energy restorer has a better effect and does not require alcohol as a base. It also has very few side effects and does not require the addition of purified flesh and blood from the [Sea Spirit Altar].

Now, a 90-milliliter vial of mushroom oil can completely restore depleted magical power.

His self-made equipment, the Whalefire Ring, became even more ferocious and intense after absorbing mushroom oil, with electric arcs flowing like liquid. If the equipment had not been consecrated by the Philosopher's Stone, it probably wouldn't have been able to withstand such explosive temperature and energy.

The only downside is that the whale oil transformed from primary mycelium is too explosive and needs to be passivated before it can be used in the whale breath lantern and the alchemical fire ceremony.

Lin Bo instructed the seagulls to inform the merchants of the monastic order that they no longer needed to purchase whale flesh and blood.

He then summoned all the apprentices and inquired about their treatment of the visitors that day.

The astrologer replied that they only treat patients they are confident in treating, and although their skill level is limited and their abilities are not strong, they have not caused any patients to be misdiagnosed.

The Grand Master smiled and nodded in approval.

He took out seven bottles of mushroom oil solution and laid them out on the table, letting each of them take one, encouraging them, "Give it a try."

The astrologer immediately uncorked the bottle and drank it. The gentle yet abundant magical energy flowed into his blood vessels, and his irises glowed with a faint fluorescence, making him appear energetic and sharp-eyed.

The other six followed closely behind, and they too displayed extraordinary energy and vitality after taking the medication.

Seeing them looking at each other blankly, Lin Bo let them share their thoughts. "It's very comfortable. I can feel the magic whistling through my veins." The magician licked a little bit of potion from the corner of his lips, rinsed his mouth with saliva, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“Great Master, this doesn’t seem to be made from whale oil?” The barber sniffed the small glass bottle but didn’t smell the familiar animal odor.

Lin Bo nodded slightly and told his disciples that he had gone to the deep sea to explore the source of the demonic energy. From now on, the seagulls would regularly send a batch of demonic energy materials to the lighthouse, which they could use themselves.

After announcing this, the Grand Master invited them to stay for dinner to catch up on the lessons they had missed that day. Only when it was completely dark and the stars and moon were shining brightly did he allow his disciples to go home.

With a sufficient supply of magical energy, these recipients can frequently cast spells, incorporating magical miracles into their daily lives, and their productive capacity is greatly increased.

Their simple houses were reinforced by spells and no longer creaked in the sea breeze. To move large piles of wood and stones, they would recite a levitation spell. When they encountered a cliff, they would say a flying spell and float slowly up and down.

The disciples were thus further motivated.

They observed the words and habits of the great masters, taking them as a benchmark and precept, constantly reflecting on themselves, and striving for a simple and peaceful life.

Most of the seven looked like ordinary old people and never chanted incantations in front of others. Visitors and townspeople alike assumed they had come to learn medicine.

One day, a magician showed off his skills in town, using magic to fake a magic show and earning some copper coins as a reward. He then ran to the old street to buy fresh vegetables, meat, and flour to take back to the lighthouse, spending all the reward money.

The Grand Master remained silent on the matter. The other disciples did not follow suit.

In the following days, the magician continued to perform in town, delivering spectacular shows. The tips he earned from tourists each day were enough to fill the storage room on the first floor of the lighthouse with bread. He continued to buy groceries and saved the extra money to buy a few chickens, ducks, and a pair of lambs.

One day, he was too busy to show up, and hundreds of tourists flocked to the lighthouse specifically to see him. The magician reluctantly agreed to perform.

Many businessmen sought to collaborate with him and invited him to develop his business in Jinbei City or other major cities.

The magician agreed to the final performance, asking his classmates to cooperate in making a person disappear in front of everyone, and then vanishing without a trace.

Tourists who had gathered went to the lighthouse to inquire about the man, but never saw the magician again. People were amazed by this, and the locals said that the performer's skills were so superb that he had been taken away by the old man.

After that day, the lighthouse's seven apprentices lost one magician and gained a taciturn shepherd who spent his days raising a few chickens and ducks and herding a pair of lambs, living a contented life.

The radios produced by Hongdu became increasingly sophisticated and powerful. They began voice broadcasting experiments at the beginning of the second month of winter and were a great success. A week later, at the World's Fair, they showcased the first vacuum tube radio, capable of receiving radio signals and listening to distant radio broadcasts.

The world's first radio program was born as a result, a program hosted by the Mysterious Machine Workshop, which discussed the news, reported the weather, and played music.

Vacuum tube radios were an instant hit with the upper class in Hongdu and became a popular medium for information dissemination.

Interestingly, wireless equipment in other industrialized countries also made rapid progress. Within ten days, radio users in Hongdu began to receive broadcasts spoken in foreign languages.

Many large ships now consider installing radios essential, so that they can immediately send out messages for help in case of danger, instead of helplessly waiting to die on the vast ocean as they did in the past.

Many shipping companies have used this as a gimmick, advertising in newspapers that their passenger ships have radios and that experts estimate that safety has improved by 30% to 40%.

To the general public, this was a golden age of continuous technological advancement, a time when human rationality and science shone brightly, and many outstanding scholars emerged in various countries.

Foreign spies who were deeply involved in the mysterious mechanical workshops knew more than the general public and sincerely admired the members of the Royal Academy of Sciences of the Kening Empire.

This group seems to have an inexhaustible supply of inspiration. They come up with new theories and mechanical blueprints every few days; it's terrifying. They also strongly recommend that the organization assassinate Bensov, whose intelligence is unparalleled and who must not be allowed to live.

With the increase in radio broadcasts, especially in the rapidly growing Kening Empire, several popular programs have been developed.

People all over the world love to hear strange and unusual stories. These kinds of topics always keep listeners glued to the radio, even if they are so scared that they turn pale and hide under the covers to stick out an ear.

Among the various strange and unverified rumors, one thing is frequently mentioned: the frequent whale gatherings in a certain sea area west of the Sail Islands. Many passing ships have witnessed them and reported seeing unidentified silver flying objects darting across the water at high speed.

Such a strange event naturally sparked much speculation. Several ocean-going ships made a special detour to investigate.

Some people confirmed the claims, witnessing the strange phenomenon firsthand. Others claimed it was all a hoax, that the area was empty, the whales were simply mirages due to their migration patterns, and the UFOs were just a mirage.

The Lighthouse Master often listened to the radio at night.

He can easily prove that it really happened.

On the raging ocean, under the stars and moon, Lin Bo stood on a steel raft.

He held a stack of white paper in his hands, and gently tossed out one of them. The thin white paper dispelled the illusion and transformed into a large piece of steel weighing tens of tons.

The massive steel structure was slowly shaped by magic into a hollow, seamless tube, which then sank into the water with a thud, where it was spliced ​​onto a long pipe and secured with rivets.

All around, a group of whales lingered and gathered, occasionally surfacing to observe the humans on the raft by the moonlight. They emitted light and cheerful calls, their movements resembling whirlpools.

(End of this chapter)