Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Time flies, and half a year has passed in a flash.

The October sea breeze, carrying the slight chill of late autumn, caressed the coast of Heitu Island.

The island was no longer as quiet as it used to be; the purple ring snail farming area was bustling with activity.

Mature purple ring snails are caught by the islanders using specially made fishing nets and piled up on the beach, resembling a deep purple wave.

The sorting work proceeded in an orderly manner. The boys bent over to sift through the shells, removing empty shells, broken shells, and miscellaneous fish and pebbles mixed in. The women carefully placed the qualified purple ring snails into large wooden barrels filled with clean seawater, letting them stay for a day to expel the mud and sand from their bodies.

The following morning, the purple ring snails, which had been temporarily kept there, were moved to the processing area.

The islanders, holding small hammers, precisely cracked the tip of the snail shell, revealing the white snail meat at the bottom. Then, they gently pulled along the inner wall of the shell with their fingers, and the whole snail meat was extracted.

After cutting open the snail's head, a grayish-white or pale-white Soul Snail Stone would roll into the palm of the hand, be placed in a specially made cloth bag, and be delivered by a special person to the apothecary on the island.

"With these snails and small fish, we can make a pot of fresh fish soup for the children today!" A dark-skinned fisherman held a full basket of snails, his face beaming with satisfaction.

During the reign of the Thorns of Death school, the meat of the purple-ringed snail was the exclusive food of wizard apprentices.

The islanders, who are responsible for the entire production process, are not even allowed to take away the small fish and shrimp that are caught along the way.

Now, apart from the Soul Conch Stones that must be handed over, all the remaining snail meat and miscellaneous fish belong to them.

This tangible benefit boosted the islanders' enthusiasm for work, significantly improving their efficiency compared to the past. Consequently, the survival rate of Purple Ring Snails and the quality of Soul Snail Stone production also saw some improvement.

Meanwhile, the pharmacy on Black Soil Island was also bustling with activity.

The life energy that Luo Kunlun had given them not only repaired the pharmacists' worn-out bodies, but also rejuvenated them. Their faces, which had aged prematurely due to years of overwork, now had a healthy glow.

The workshop owner, Savis, imparted all his seven years of alchemy experience to others, and also organized several highly skilled "experts" to teach the other newly joined apprentices.

From the grinding ratio of medicinal materials to the precise control of the heat, from the temperature adjustment of the crucible to the purification techniques of the medicine, every detail is explained in great detail.

Unlike the brutal rule of "failure or death" during Talos's time, the atmosphere in the apothecary workshop today is relaxed yet rigorous.

Savis and his team patiently corrected the apprentices' mistakes, while also giving them opportunities for repeated experimentation. Over six months, the apothecary team doubled in size, and their potion-making techniques improved significantly.

At this moment, rows of crystal-clear medicine bottles are neatly arranged on the stone platform of the apothecary.

Since September, they have produced a total of 130 primary-grade Soul Snail Potions and 20 intermediate-grade Soul Snail Potions, exceeding the production quota set by Luo Kunlun by a full 10%.

The bottles contained either a low-grade potion with a faint milky-white glow or a light gold color, with the bottle openings radiating pure spiritual energy fluctuations.

The pharmacists in charge of the main alchemy looked at the results with barely suppressed excitement in their eyes.

They rubbed their slightly sore eyes, but their faces were full of smiles. This was not only a reward for their six months of hard work, but also meant that they could receive a generous reward, and even have the opportunity to exchange it for a method that would lead them to extraordinary status.

Savis picked up a medium-grade Soul Snail Potion, carefully examined its purity, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great, everyone has worked hard."

"As is customary, ironclad ships from other places will arrive in a while. Once the adults have sold these potions, that will be the time for us to receive our reward."

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Unlike the bustling Black Earth Island, things were different in Luokunlun.

A frenzied feast of devouring is unfolding beneath the deep sea.

Luo Kunlun's true dragon form lurked in the deep sea, thousands of meters below the surface. His gravitational field spread out like an invisible net, capturing all the extraordinary creatures that came and went.

Deep-sea giant crabs, electric rays, sword-kissed sharks... these extraordinary creatures that roam the ocean are powerless against Luo Kunlun, and are instantly torn apart and absorbed by him.

The reason he devoured so frantically was to make up for the loss of his bloodline level.

Six months ago, Luo Kunlun used his own advantages to condense a Soul Conch Stone of far superior quality to the one recorded by Talos.

It was a crystal like a white jade gemstone, radiating a pure, lustrous white luster.

The high-grade Soul Snail potion, made from this exclusive Soul Snail Stone, has terrifying effects.

One dose of this medicine boosted mental strength by twice as much as the mental potions found in the Saran Treasury.

But this is not the end.

Each grade of Soul Snail Potion has a different formula, and the higher the grade of the potion, the more precious the materials used.

This is why high-grade Soul Conch Stones are collected, because other materials are limited and not produced in large quantities.

However, this was not a problem for Lo Kunlun.

Those plants are rare, but Lokunlun can absorb and assimilate them, and then produce them himself.

Just like how Luo Kunlun created the Soul Conch Stone himself.

He absorbed various rare magical plants, synthesized the necessary auxiliary materials on his own, and optimized and upgraded the potion formula, eventually developing the Super Soul Snail Potion, and producing seven vials of the potion in one go.

The seven Super Soul Snail Potions enabled Luo Kunlun's mental power to successfully break through to the middle of the first ring, and the solidity of his mental body and the control precision of his gravity model both reached new heights.

However, the materials used to condense his exclusive Soul Conch Stone and prepare the appropriate Superior Elixir overdrawn his life potential, causing his bloodline level to decline.

Since his breakthrough in mental strength in July, Luo Kunlun has been lurking in the deep sea, relentlessly devouring extraordinary marine creatures.

Three months of intensive nourishment allowed his blood and energy to recover rapidly, finally making up for the previous losses.

At this moment, Lokunlun was devouring a giant deep-sea shark as large as a house.

The blood of this creature in the lower ring is rapidly being transformed into nutrients to nourish his bloodline.

"My bloodline level has finally been restored, and my mental strength has reached the middle stage of the first ring..." A hint of joy flashed in Luo Kunlun's eyes.

There's no other reason than that the feeling of a decline in bloodline level and the deterioration of bloodline is truly unpleasant.

Physical strength and function decrease, cell activity declines, and even mental and cognitive functions are affected.

"Let's do less of this kind of thing in the future. The high-grade Soul Snail potion is barely usable."

"Then we'll collect other materials and try to concoct different potions."

"By the way, judging by the time, the merchants who usually come to buy medicine should be arriving soon, so it's time to head back."

He stopped devouring, his body floated up, and he used gravity to propel himself into flight.

The distant islands are faintly visible; Lokunlun will be able to return soon.