Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 38 Showing Off

The rain was getting heavier.

The drizzle gradually turned into a downpour. A strong wind howled, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

On the training ground of the soldiers' academy, the cadets began their afternoon training as usual.

Training in the rain is commonplace for civilian combatants. Almost all teachings agree that harsh environments are more suitable for honing one's will.

Ordinary people with no resources can only catch up with the descendants of nobles by putting in ten or a hundred times more effort.

Aglaia was seeing double and her condition was getting worse. She had eaten a good lunch and her condition had improved somewhat. She thought she could get through the afternoon training, but unexpectedly, the weather was stormy and bad.

"Mentor! Aglaia has fainted..."

"Take him to the school clinic immediately."

Ai Qian remained indifferent, directing two female students to help carry the stretcher. She herself did not leave, standing in the wind and rain to continue supervising the training of the remaining people.

"Why is it her again? Didn't she just come yesterday?" Hua Yun frowned when she saw Aglaia's familiar face.

"I got injured yesterday while sparring with Gegran, and I passed out from being caught in the rain today," the dark-skinned, tough woman explained.

"She received my healing technique treatment yesterday. She is severely deficient in qi and blood. Please tell her teacher that she needs to recuperate for the next week."

"Yes, Ms. Huayun."

The Wizarding Division.

The boring lessons on mathematical rules passed by unnoticed.

Gargamel employs a structured teaching method: first lectures, then in-class tests, immediate grading of papers, and finally explanations of incorrect answers. The two-hour schedule is packed full, sometimes even running over by nearly thirty minutes.

With his mind preoccupied with refining magic potions, Tai'an didn't wait for the little girl after class. He said goodbye and rushed home as fast as he could, plunging into the laboratory.

He took out two baskets of white spirit flowers from his spatial ring and poured them all into the bronze cauldron.

"Clear water gushing forth! Clear water gushing forth! Clear water gushing forth!"

Tai'an summoned water repeatedly until the water level rose to about three-quarters full. The bronze cauldron had a volume dozens of times larger than the crucible in the Potions Department laboratory.

"Burning Flames!"

A flame ignited above his palm and was thrown into the prepared charcoal and firewood.

Sure enough, once the incantation was recited, casting the spell became much smoother and more fluid. The dry wood ignited, and thick smoke billowed up. Tai'an quickly summoned a gust of wind, giving the laboratory a thorough fresh air exchange.

As the black charcoal turned orange-red, everything proceeded smoothly.

"Musophie, is Xiao An home?"

"Young Master is refining medicine in the laboratory upstairs."

"He's so self-aware; all that pampering he did before wasn't for nothing..."

Taiya took out a beautifully packaged box of skincare products from her handbag. She had tried them at a specialty store with her girlfriends at noon today and thought they were pretty good, so she bought two extra as a gift for her younger brother's future wife.

Inside the bronze cauldron, the soup was boiling.

The boy snorted softly, then used his arms to grab the two handles of the bronze cauldron and carefully moved it to the side.

The dim yellow liquid was suspended in mid-air and then poured into medicine bottles one by one. The bottles were sealed to prevent the leakage of life energy. Next, the boiled white spirit flower waste in the cauldron was processed.

Taiya stood outside the laboratory, her delicate hand resting on the door frame, peeking out curiously.

The wooden rack holding the medicine bottles was neatly filled with a yellowish liquid.

Xiao An is really amazing! Taiya's eyes sparkled as she fantasized about the luxurious life she would lead in the future.

Perhaps, I could consider opening a store that specializes in selling magic potions…

The sky was getting dark.

Aglaia, who had been in a coma in the school hospital, suddenly woke up. The ward was empty and silent. Using the dim light from the window, she looked down at herself.

His swordsman's robes, which should have been soaked through, were completely dry, as if some kind spellcaster had helped him.

A day later, back to square one, she sighed dejectedly. She struggled to sit up, and after several attempts, finally managed to sit half-upright on the edge of the bed.

After a long period of stunned silence, footsteps finally echoed in the corridor.

School doctor Hua Yun carried a food box and placed it on the cabinet next to the hospital bed.

"You're awake? I've arranged a week off for you, so you can rest assured."

"Thank you, Ms. Huayun. How can I repay you?"

"Take good care of yourself and don't push yourself! You're very weak and still have a fever. If your condition continues to worsen, it could be life-threatening. If needed, I can ask someone to contact your family."

"No need, I can take care of myself."

"Alright! You can stay at the school hospital for a few days and see how it goes. I'm going off work now..."

Before leaving, Hua Yun gently stroked Aglaia's forehead.

The final step in crafting the potion of life has arrived. The colorless, transparent elixir and the pale blue elixir are mixed. The bubbles suspended in mid-air begin to slowly compress.

Tai'an has entered a state of spiritual enlightenment, comprehensively improving its quality in all aspects.

He wanted to test his own limits and verify the doubts in his mind.

Can a liquid become a solid if it is continuously compressed?

Can it be made into an elixir?

At first, things went relatively smoothly, with the bubbles shrinking to a quarter of their original size. However, the difficulty increased dramatically as time went on.

Tai'an broke out in a fine sweat, realizing he was nearing his limit.

The human immortal state cannot directly increase the total amount of spiritual power; it can only strengthen the physical body, greatly enhance the body's qi and blood, and accelerate the efficiency of qi and blood in nourishing the spirit.

The faster one's mental energy recovers, the faster one can cultivate. One can gradually increase the upper limit of mental energy by repeatedly depleting it.

Most meditation methods circulating in the world train one's mental energy by imagining complex patterns.

Without expending excess mental energy, the spellcaster may even find it difficult to fall asleep.

In the past, ancient spellcasters were unaware of the importance of meditation and suffered from insomnia.

Clumps of pale blue liquid separated from the giant bubbles and fell precisely into the medicine bottle.

Tai'an sealed the bottle caps tightly from left to right to prevent the leakage of vital energy.

He finally declared it a success and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Despite our best efforts, the potion of life we ​​made today is not as good as the potions created in Potions class.

The quality has only reached an excellent level, not a perfect one.

The retail price can differ by twenty or thirty times just from the difference in price level.

Tai'an felt deeply regretful.

It can be said that the value of a few bottles of perfect quality life potions cannot compare to the rows of excellent quality life potions displayed in front of you.

However, the advantage is that it won't attract too much attention.

High-quality life-saving potions are selling even better in the market.

Most urban middle-class families can hardly afford to consume one hundred Jinlong, but they can easily afford three to five Jinlong of excellent quality potions.

He kept a few bottles for himself, and Tai'an sent a telepathic message to Taiya to come up.

(End of this chapter)