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Chapter 119 Purity
The path of potion-making, if you really study it, can be a veritable money-devouring beast.

Let's wait until the guild's monster hunt comes along and make some money first.

Speaking of which, the matter of the robes is still unresolved...

night.

Night Flower Inn.

Zellir leaned his newly bought longsword against the headboard, lay back on the soft bed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, every part of Zellir's body ached.

A full day of intense sword training was taking a toll on Zellir, even with his body strengthened by the magic energy contract.

In particular, the repetitive forceful movements of pushing off the ground and thrusting made him feel a tingling sensation deep within the muscles of his arms and thighs.

Despite being physically exhausted, Zellir was unusually excited.

Having mastered swordsmanship, and with one's physical abilities continuously improving through the magic energy contract, this can be considered a life-saving measure.

After running out of mana or being caught in close combat by an extremely fast enemy, no one would expect that a mage could also draw a longsword and engage in melee combat with you, and be just as formidable as you.

This information gap can be fatal at critical moments.

Zellier got out of bed, picked up the book "An Introduction to Potions" given to him by his mentor Manlin, and began to read it.

Potions mastery requires not only practical experience but also a solid theoretical foundation.

The books are made of a special kind of papyrus paper, which has a soft touch and a light ink scent.

Zellier quickly turned to the chapter on essence extraction.

Therefore, the first essential aspect of extraction is separation.

The spellcaster must use magic to penetrate the target, like the finest sieve, precisely locking onto and enveloping the target's essence.

Then, it is forcibly separated from the complex matrix. This process demands extremely high levels of perceptual precision from the caster.

"However, simply completing the separation is far from enough to call it a successful extraction. We must introduce a more crucial concept—purity."

"【Purity】refers to the proportion of the core active ingredients in the extracted essence. A poor extraction may bring out a large number of unnecessary components, causing the essence to become cloudy."

This turbid essence is highly prone to causing conflicts during the subsequent fusion stage, resulting in a significant reduction in the potion's effectiveness or even complete failure in refining.

Conversely, a perfect extraction yields an essence as pure as crystal, free of any impurities—the foundation for crafting high-grade potions.

"So, how do we improve the purity of the extraction?"
The answer lies in the spellcaster's level of magical manipulation.

The level of magical manipulation is not only the cornerstone of constructing complex spell structures, but it can also provide tremendous assistance in potion-making.

During the extraction process, the caster must not only use magic to envelop the essence.

Furthermore, one must weave one's magic into a fine, invisible net to filter out all the minute impurities.

The higher the level of magical manipulation, the finer the mesh of this filter can be woven, and the higher the purity of the extracted essence.

Seeing this, Zellier understood a lot.

That's it
He recalled his three previous failed attempts.

The first and second times, the two essences annihilated each other as soon as they came into contact.

This is probably because their purity is too low.

The third attempt managed to mix the mixture, but it still failed after being placed in the water.

Perhaps it's because the essence isn't pure enough to blend perfectly in the water.

Separating the essence is just the simplest step; the key lies in the purity of the essence.

Thinking about it this way, intelligence is very important for potion-making.

The higher one's intelligence, the higher one's level of magical manipulation, and the higher the purity of the essence extracted when performing extraction techniques.
They're all complementary things, Zelier thought to himself. After briefly reviewing the basic theory of essence separation, Zelier opened another thick book, "Illustrated Guide to Common Magical Plants."

Buying potion ingredients from stalls all the time is too expensive. I need to become more familiar with magical plants so I can collect them when I come across them and save money.

The book records many common magical plants that can be collected, including their growing locations, physical characteristics, and specific effects.

Its importance to potion makers is no less than the importance of the Adventurers' Guild General Monster Compendium to adventurers.

Besides the ones Zellir had seen before, he also remembered many common magical plants that he might encounter.

For example, there are larkspur, stone moss, memory spores, and some other kinds with strange and unusual names.

These magical plants, blooming in a hundred different ways, can combine with each other to create many magical potions with novel effects.

In short, the scope of Potions is in no way inferior to that of traditional magical disciplines.

"It's truly profound and extensive."

Zellier closed the heavy illustrated guide and rubbed his sore eyes.

I wonder how long it will take to learn so that I can concoct potions with the same ease and skill as Instructor Manlin.

Blackstone Town.

Sword training ground.

The afternoon sun was scorching, baking the soft sand covering the training ground until it felt warm and cozy.

Zellier and Gray faced off several meters apart on the field.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, their feet moving slowly around an invisible center.

The dust particles stirred up floated and sank in the beam of light. With every breath and every step, they searched for the fleeting flaw in the opponent's rhythm.

Beside the high wall, in the shadow cast by the weapons rack.

Marcus and Vales were also there, arms crossed, watching the trial with amusement.

"call"

Zellier exhaled slowly.

He twisted his wrist slightly, and the wooden sword drew a smooth arc in the air.

A clean backhand twirl followed by a forehand twirl, the swirling wooden sword raised high overhead before slowly falling to the middle, its tip pointing directly at Gray's brow.

The setup is complete.

He had wanted to use Geralt's opening move for a long time.

These days, Zell has been busy, devoting almost all his free time to sword training, constantly learning from Gray.

After the thrusting technique, he had a general understanding of several basic slashing techniques and footwork. After several practical exercises, he could be considered to have mastered them quite well.

It's at least a significant improvement compared to before.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Gray raised an eyebrow.

The man opposite Zeril was steady and focused, already showing the demeanor of a swordsman.

He also abandoned his last trace of arrogance, and his posture, which had been one hand on his hip, slightly lowered.

The wooden sword appears to be casually held in front of him, but the man himself is like a venomous snake poised to strike, his languid demeanor concealing a deadly edge.

The next second, they both moved at the same time.

The sand was suddenly kicked aside, and the two figures crossed paths in an instant!
(End of this chapter)