Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

The next morning, Ian was about to continue making potions when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"It's Simon!"

Upon opening the door and seeing who it was, Ian felt a slight chill.

He is currently far inferior to his opponent in strength, not only in terms of cultivation level but also in his mastery of witchcraft.

He only learned the "Wizard's Hand" skill on the panel to facilitate potion making; it had no combat power whatsoever.

"Brother Ian, is the potion ready yet? I have quite a few medicinal herbs here, would you like some?"

Simon, quite familiar with the place, barged in and began peddling his potions again.

"Brother Simon, I just bought them a while ago, and I still have a lot on hand."

Ian proceeded with caution. After his transmigration, he realized that this person appeared kind on the surface, but was actually extremely greedy and ruthless at heart.

"That's alright. I've already brought the medicinal herbs, and it's not convenient to take them back, so I'll sell them to you for 15 magic stones."

Simon tossed a cloth bag he was carrying onto the table and stared at Ian.

Judging from this, they're going to force me to sell it to Ian.

A dangerous aura gradually emanated from Simon.

Ian's hair stood on end, and his mind raced.

These herbs aren't even worth 5 magic stones, but arguing about it now is pointless.

"Brother Simon, I'll accept the herbs for now, but I don't have any magic stones right now. However, I'll return them to you as soon as they arrive from home, how about that?"

Ian's family regularly mails him 20 to 25 magic stones every two months for his studies.

This is considered an excellent condition for a junior apprentice.

"Oh?"

Simon froze, staring intently at Ian, thinking to himself, "They're out of magic stones already?"

However, Ian had never lacked magic stones before, so he didn't care much.

"Then I'll leave it here for now, but please prepare the magic stones as soon as possible."

After saying that, Simon went straight out the door.

"Anyway, this kid can't run away. We'll come back to collect the debt in a few days."

Ian stood by the window, watching Simon's retreating figure with a wistful look in his eyes.

After the other person walked away, he hurriedly went out and headed straight for a neighbor's house.

As soon as he reached the front of the yard, he shouted loudly.

"Brother Kenner, are you home?"

A moment later, the courtyard gate creaked open, and a burly man emerged—it was Kenna.

This person was tall with broad shoulders and long, golden hair casually draped over his shoulders.

The two deep nasolabial folds on his face give him a fierce look.

"What are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

Kenner's tone was unpleasant, but he still let Ian into the house.

"Brother Kenner, it's been a long time since I've seen you, so I came to visit."

"Bullshit! Didn't we have dinner together just over ten days ago? What's the matter? Speak quickly, I still need to cultivate."

Kenner glared at Ian, interrupting his rambling.

"Hehe, there's a small matter that I need your help with."

Based on his memory, Ian knew that Kenneth was a powerful knight who had entered the Shadowmoon Tower.

He is of good character, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and is considered an oddball among his peers.

"Just now, Simon forced me to buy some herbs. I managed to get away with it, but he'll come back again."

Ian had no other choice; his connections were extremely limited, so he could only turn to the kind-hearted Kenner for help.

"According to wizarding principles, I will pay you a reward: a 'Clarity Potion'."

A single "Awakening Potion" on the market costs 5 magic stones.

"Oh?" Kenner hadn't really cared about the matter, and he'd seen that Simon was already annoyed with him.

Hearing that Ian could give him a potion, he seemed to have guessed something and looked at Ian with surprise.

"Have you already grasped the basics of potions?"

Potions, alchemy, runes, enchanting, and other professions are the domain of geniuses.

He's not just a genius among ordinary people, he's a prodigy among wizard apprentices!

Kenner himself had very little talent in this area and was extremely envious.

He followed the path of bloodline modification, and his combat strength was indeed quite good.

In the wizarding world, what good is fighting if you can't earn resources?

Those geniuses who can acquire resources are even better fighters than him!

"I reckon it'll be soon. I don't know why, but I have some talent in potions, while I'm terrible at everything else."

Ian scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I agree. Just let me know if you need anything."

Kenner readily agreed, and Ian immediately felt a sense of relief.

The two chatted casually for a while before Ian said goodbye and left.

Kenner stood outside the door, pondering for a long time.

……

After returning home, Ian felt relieved and continued working on his potions.

On the third night, it was pitch black outside.

Ian's eyes were bloodshot as he busied himself at his worktable.

The three consecutive days of refining had exhausted his mental energy, but the gains were enormous.

Looking at his proficiency with the "Awakening Potion," which was just a little short of a breakthrough, Ian picked up another set of materials.

Mix the liquid extracted from menthol crystals with moonspot grass solution, heat gently and stir until a light blue clear liquid is formed.

Then carefully pour it into a glass, while sprinkling on the magic catalyst powder.

Infuse a small amount of magic to cause a reaction.

After a while, the liquid in the transparent glass tube began to stabilize, emitting a mesmerizing blue light.

At that moment, my mind was suddenly shaken, and a great deal of insight came to me.

Ian closed his eyes, processing the information that was flowing out.

[Awakening Potion: Beginner (1/100)]

Ian looked at the finished potion in his hand with excitement in his eyes.

"Finally, I succeeded! From now on, I can keep taking drugs and cultivating!"

Looking at the potion I had personally concocted, a sense of accomplishment filled my heart.

Only then did Ian realize he was extremely exhausted, and waves of hunger washed over him.

He quickly ate something, calmed himself down, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He picked up the freshly made potion and gulped it down.

As the medicine slid down my esophagus, its effects exploded in my mind.

Instantly, a refreshing coolness washed over my weary mind.

Ian recalled his previous practice of the "Star and Moon Meditation Method" and began to meditate.

He has an affinity for light and is somewhat blessed by meditation.

Beginners only need to draw three Will Runes to advance smoothly to the Junior Wizard Apprentice level.

If you want to advance to the next level, you need to outline nine Will Runes.

In a daze, Ian looked at the three crescent-shaped runes in the very center of his mind.

Upon closer inspection, the runes reveal a complex three-dimensional structure with inward-pointing sharp corners interlocking and rotating slowly.

On the three crescent-shaped runes, tiny specks of starlight twinkled.

Only by outlining the three most basic runes can the ethereal spiritual power have an anchor.

Afterwards, he continuously refined and enhanced his mental strength through meditation.

As for the physical enhancement after the magic enters the body, that's just an extra benefit.

Ian noticed that two slightly smaller runes had sprouted next to the central crescent-shaped rune.

The other two runes were completely empty.

[Star and Moon Low-Level Meditation Skill Proficiency +1]

[Star and Moon Low-Level Meditation Skill Proficiency +1]

……

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

His thoughts suddenly went blank, and at the same time, Ian felt a slight stinging pain in his temple.

As a junior wizarding apprentice, someone of average aptitude like him can meditate for a maximum of four hours a day.

If the time limit is exceeded, the body will not be able to withstand the erosion of magic, and mental strength will also be depleted.

He opened his eyes, gently rubbed his temples, and brought up the control panel.