Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 76 Constant Temperature Inscription

A smooth landing right at my doorstep.

Tai'an put down the two little girls he had been holding hostage.

Silver Moon was already used to it, and although it felt more exciting than before, she was in good condition.

Dorothy was so frightened that her legs went weak and she could barely stand. She clung tightly to Tyrion's shoulders, her lips trembling slightly and her heart pounding.

The Wizard Tower has fifteen floors and is over forty meters high. If Tai'an were to use the Featherfall Technique to leap upwards, he could reach a height of nearly one hundred meters.

"Xiao An, are you doing this on purpose? There was no need to jump so high!" Yin Yue seriously suspected that Tai An was deliberately messing with them.

"We've reached our destination, everyone go home now!"

Tai'an walked towards the dormitory without looking back and gently pushed open the iron gate.

Mussofi went out to buy supplies and hasn't returned, leaving only Aglaia as her spiritual anchor at home.

She should be resting upstairs.

Tai'an was undisturbed. He checked the bamboo basket next to the shoe cabinet by the door, picked up a calming flower petal between his index and middle fingers, brought it close to his nose, and smelled a fresh and pleasant fragrance.

"Is Xiao An preparing to make a magic potion?" Silver Moon walked behind her with her hands behind her back, swaying slightly.

"Hmm!" Tai'an hummed casually, then suddenly thought of a problem: the banquet would probably be very late, and he probably wouldn't be able to come back then.

If time allows, he'd like to go to an auction; public bidding sounds interesting. If he finds something good, he might as well buy it.

"Magic potions are actually very simple. If you don't understand, you can ask me." The silver-haired loli placed her small hand on her delicate collarbone.

Tai'an glanced at her indifferently and saw Dorothy pacing back and forth at the door, looking conflicted. "Come in and sit for a while! I might not be able to entertain you later."

Dorothy bent down to unbutton her grey wizard's robe and hung it on the shelf by the door. Underneath, she wore a black evening gown that made her skin appear even whiter. She paired it with white flats and light grey fitted trousers, creating a youthful and vibrant look.

Silvermoon followed suit, unbuttoning her wizard's robes. She wore a white shirt with a red tie and a blue and white plaid skirt, paired with white stockings that showcased her perfect leg lines. Her black round-toed leather shoes were a little awkward, so she took out a pair of sequined crystal sandals from her spatial ring and put them on.

"Would you like some juice?" the hostess of Silver Moon asked in a gesture and tone.

"Have some!" Dorothy walked over to the sofa and sat down.

Freshly squeezed green apple juice has a slightly sour and astringent taste.

Tai'an tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. He put down the glass, sensed that Greenfield's spiritual coordinates were approaching, and went outside to greet them.

"Actually, you don't need to come over. I'll come find you when the time comes."

"It's fine! A few kilometers of sprinting isn't even a warm-up for me."

The red-haired girl, looking travel-worn, entered the courtyard. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her pretty face and forehead, and she radiated heat, exuding an aura that stirred the opposite sex. She was still dressed in swordsman's attire, her white cloak, speckled with mud, billowing behind her with each swift step. She stopped at the doorway, untied her cloak, and hung it on a rack.

"Let's rest for a bit," Tai'an said, inviting someone to the living room.

Greenfield's gaze inexplicably swept over the two pretty little girls sitting on the sofa, and he sat quietly to the side with his knees on his hands.

Taian picked up the upside-down glass from the tray, poured most of it into a glass of apple juice, and handed it to Greenfield.

"What exactly happened at the banquet?"

Greenfield raised his long neck, finished his drink in one gulp, and put down his glass: "Sydney, the heir of the Solomon family, has always been close to my brother Iska, and he invited us siblings to the banquet."

Despite the unfamiliar name, Tai'an was certain that he had no grudges against the other party, nor any conflicts of interest with their families.

"I actually didn't want to go; the Solomon family doesn't have a good reputation."

To be more precise, the Solomon family has always been on the list of decadent nobles. In its early days of accumulating capital, the family did many bloody and dirty things, and most of the people who associated with them also had a negative reputation.

Even Isca, the heir of the Red Maple family, is seen by others as an uneducated, ill-mannered spoiled brat.

Therefore, Greenfield decided to bring her fiancé along to protect herself from unwanted advances from strangers of the opposite sex.

Tai'an nodded slightly, indicating that he roughly understood the situation: "What time does the banquet start?"

"Six o'clock, the ball is an hour and a half earlier," Greenfield replied.

"Let's go later!"

Tai'an turned on the live broadcast display on the wall. The banquet was just a formality; he didn't take it to heart, figuring that at most, if some clueless person came up to cause trouble, he could easily deal with them.

In contrast, he was more looking forward to finding some useful items at the auction.

After taking stock of my funds, I currently have 737 gold coins, plus a bottle of perfect quality life potion, which is still not very generous.

Tai'an took out the three-eyed crow's egg, placed it on the experimental table, and found a bamboo basket and a towel in the adjacent storage room.

Next, a constant-temperature inscription is engraved on the camphor tree paper, and the temperature needs to be controlled at thirty-eight degrees Celsius.

It is worth mentioning that constant-temperature ingots have a wide range of uses and are very popular among the public. Especially during the cold winter months, constant-temperature ingots are almost an essential item for people to keep warm.

Tai'an tried several times and finally succeeded in drawing the picture. The main difficulty was in temperature control.

He took out a thermometer to measure it, and the deviation was about 0.2 degrees.

37.8 degrees!

Tai'an carried the bamboo basket containing the three-eyed crow's eggs and placed it on the bedside table in his bedroom. He eagerly infused it with wisps of his soul energy, first establishing a connection similar to a mental coordinate. The process went very smoothly; his soul energy seemed inexhaustible, constantly generating from within his body.

An hour later.

Musophie and Gus returned together, taking turns pulling a cart with six bamboo baskets tied to it.

Tayya warmly opened the door and invited the two in: "You must be tired, please come in."

Tai'an also came downstairs.

"Xiao An, are you done with your work?" Taiya smiled radiantly and opened her arms wide.

"Hey, stop fooling around!" Tai'an nimbly dodged the hug. If he were to get his face washed, he would definitely turn red in the face. It would be very embarrassing and would affect the prestige of the head of the family.

"Young Master, are you coming back tonight?" Mussofi asked, watching the siblings chasing and playing.

"I'll probably have to spend the night outside..." Tai'an was prepared.

"Xiao An, why don't you stay at your sister's dorm? It'll save you some money..." Taiya hugged her younger brother from behind as she wished, calmly brainwashing him.

The dormitory for the monks is also a single room. Although it is not as extravagant as a detached villa, it is of the standard of a three-bedroom apartment with a living room and more complete living facilities.

"Isn't that a bad idea?" Tai'an hesitated. If her younger brother stayed overnight in his older sister's dormitory and caused an incestuous scandal, it would be difficult to handle.

"It's okay!" Taiya thought that Taian was not yet an adult and did not fall into the category of a man.

(End of this chapter)