Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

At the entrance of the college.

Ian noticed many thin, gray-robed figures going in and out of the doorway, and a realization dawned on him.

"It's been two years already, and another batch of new students has entered the world of wizards."

Seeing the hope and youthful energy in the eyes of these apprentices, Ian could only offer his silent blessings.

"I wonder how many of this batch will be able to stay."

After entering, Ian went to the notice board in the teaching area and carefully read the information on it.

Having learned his lesson yesterday, he felt deeply that his knowledge of potions was shallow, so he returned here again.

The sign lists the Potions instructors who will be giving classes soon.

Edgar Peyton, Potions Instructor, Class Time: 10:00 AM, Classroom 5, Zone ✕✕✕... Fee: 3 Magic Stones

[Everett Sinclair, Potions Basics Instructor, Class Time: 9:00 AM... Beginners welcome... Fee: 1 Magic Stone]

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[Alivia Starwhisper, Senior Potions Instructor, Class Time: 8:00 AM, Classroom 1, Potions Section 2, Fee: 5 Magic Stones]

Ian paused, looking at the information at the bottom, and remembered what Malena had said on the day of his job interview.

"Alivia? Isn't that the real owner of my potions shop?!"

I checked the time and realized I still had time to get to class. I looked at the table next to the notice board and saw the class registration clerk sitting behind it.

"Hello, I'd like to enroll in Instructor Alyvia's course. Here is the tuition fee."

"Why didn't you register earlier? Usually, you have to register in advance. You're lucky, there just happened to be an empty seat today."

After paying the fees, Ian took a wooden sign that indicated the entrance and hurried to the teaching location.

After showing the wooden sign, I entered the classroom. The dozens of seats were already full, almost all of them senior apprentices wearing red robes.

Ian arrived a little late and had to sit on the side of the last row.

"Hello, I see you're also an intermediate apprentice. Why did you choose Instructor Elivia's course?"

A young, overweight man next to him turned around and greeted Ian.

"By the way, my name is Canon. What's your name?"

Ian noticed that the other person was also wearing a gray robe, making the two of them quite conspicuous in the area.

"Hello, my name is Ian. Is the mentor you mentioned earlier, Alyvia, different in some way?"

Canon seemed to have a somewhat extroverted personality, and he enthusiastically began to introduce himself.

"Instructor Elivia's courses are quite advanced. The apprentices who come here to listen to her lectures have already grasped the basics of potion-making. Didn't you see the notice board in the plaza?"

"So, have you mastered the basics?" Ian looked at Canon, who was also very young, probably around the same age as him.

"I recently managed to concoct a potion by sheer luck, which can be considered a barely passable beginner's skill."

Fat Canon looked somewhat proud, after all, a mid-level apprentice potion master was a rare sight even in the tower.

"I only managed to concoct a Lesser Healing Potion a few days ago by chance, and I felt that my knowledge was too shallow, so I came here to broaden my horizons."

The "Secondary Healing Potion" is not a true magical potion; it only has a slight effect on treating minor injuries. The original owner of this body knew how to make it before transmigrating.

"That means you have some talent. If you work hard, you might become a potion master."

The fat man offered words of comfort, and whatever he thought in his heart, his tone was at least encouraging.

As the two chatted, the sound of footsteps came from outside.

A woman dressed in a dark green robe gracefully entered the classroom and stood in the middle of the podium.

She put down her teaching tools and tapped the desk lightly with her fair knuckles.

"Quiet!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible wind, suppressing the apprentices' buzzing.

"I am Alyvia. Many of you are here for the first time to attend my class. I know you have paid a hefty tuition fee, and you are not here to learn the simple trick of throwing potions into a cauldron."

Ian noticed that two pointed ear tips were peeking out from the other person's light golden hair.

He dared not look any longer; a formal wizard's spiritual senses were extremely sharp, and he did not want to offend the other party.

"Remember this: the essence of potions is not in the potions themselves."

She bent down and picked up a leaf of stargrass. With a gentle twist, a pale blue light seeped through her fingers and fell onto the wall of the crucible, creating a fine layer of silver ripples.

"The preparation of potions is not a simple transformation of matter into matter."

She raised her hand and drew a pale blue magic rune in the air. The rune flickered in the air for a moment before disappearing into the starlight grass.

The leaves brightened instantly, then quickly subsided, returning to their original appearance.

"Its essence lies in energy resonance and directional conversion. In theory, all magic can be converted into each other."

A male student in a red robe in the front row suddenly raised his hand, his voice sounding somewhat nervous.

"Teacher, I tried mixing Starlight Grass with Crimson Fire Feather before... and the cauldron exploded, my eyebrows caught fire. Is that considered a kind of resonance?"

The audience erupted in laughter, but Alyvia didn't laugh; she simply nodded.

"That's a good question, but you're an idiot; that's just disordered resonance."

Alyssa turned around and wrote two words on the blackboard with charcoal: "Same frequency, harmonious; different frequency, mutually supportive."

"The energy of Starlight Grass is gentle, while the attribute of Crimson Fire Feather is fiery. Their frequencies naturally clash, like putting two wild beasts together. The result is self-evident."

She paused, her gaze falling on the apprentice who had just asked the question.

"Once you reach a higher level, you will have the ability to merge the two, and even water and fire energies can be converted into each other. This is the charm of directional conversion."

In the back row of the classroom, an apprentice wearing glasses stood up to ask a question.

"Teacher, what is the connection between potions and our meditation? I heard that drinking a concentration potion can double the efficiency of meditation. Is that true? And what is the principle behind it?"

"It's true, but it wasn't the potion that helped you."

Alyvia pulled out a deep blue potion from somewhere; it was the concentration potion that advanced apprentices craved.

"When you meditate, the mental energy in your mind is like scattered threads. The gentle magical energy in the potion is like a comb, which can effectively untangle the chaotic mental energy."

After she finished speaking, she placed the potion on the table, attracting the attention of many red-robed apprentices.

"Your initial learning direction is to continuously resonate with the magic in potions using your mental power, familiarize yourself with their frequencies, and then find methods to extract and transform them..."

The audience was completely silent, except for the scratching sound of pens on paper.

As Ian listened intently to Alyvia's slow and deliberate narration on stage, analyzing potion science from a higher perspective, he was completely captivated.

Many things that I didn't understand before suddenly became clear.

Although he hasn't figured out some things yet, it has pointed him in the right direction, so he's no longer like a headless fly.

The man next to me, Canon, was quite talented; he listened intently, occasionally lost in thought or taking notes.

Time flew by, and the course was coming to an end.

"Finally, I want to emphasize again that potion makers are not cooks. It's not about throwing ingredients into a cauldron and calling it a day. You need to listen to the voice of each potion, discover their characteristics, and then master them."

After speaking, Alyvia put away the concentration potion and walked out of the classroom.

The classroom erupted in a flurry of activity; some students were busy taking notes, while others huddled together to discuss the matter.

Just as Ian was about to get up and leave, he saw a somewhat familiar figure in a gray robe in the corner, discussing something with the apprentice next to him.

"Allen!"

A look of reminiscence crossed Ian's eyes. He and Allen came from the same kingdom, but the difference was that Allen possessed superior talent.

After enrolling, the two had almost no contact, and their brief friendship on the road to the tower faded away with the intense apprenticeship.