Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

At 8:00 a.m. sharp, Alivia Starry Words entered the classroom on time.

She was still wearing a simple dark green robe, her light golden hair was tied up, revealing her pointed ears.

Ian noticed a subtle weariness between her brows, but her eyes were even more profound.

"It seems many people have heard about the Falling Star Plains."

Alyssa spoke, her voice cool and aloof, getting straight to the point.

"The war has indeed begun, and war requires a large number of potions, healing potions, antidotes, stamina potions... and potions that can quickly restore mental strength."

"We won't be discussing advanced theories today." She turned and wrote several complex runes on the blackboard.

"What I'm going to teach you is how to quickly and stably produce various strategic-grade potions in large quantities with limited resources. This will not only save your lives, but also be an important source of magic stones."

Ian focused his mind, took out paper and pen, and began to take notes.

Alyssa's explanation this time was extremely detailed and easy to understand.

Using "Secondary Healing Potions" as an example, she broke down the process step by step, simplified the steps, and combined the procedures, explaining how to find alternative potions...

She even personally demonstrated how to use her mental power to simultaneously guide the refining of three potions.

The audience was completely silent as they watched the various materials dance into the crucible, being extracted and condensed...

Their eyes widened in shock; they had never seen such amazing skill before!

So this is how potions can be made!

[Basic potion identification proficiency +1]

Ian's mind jolted, and he quickly lowered his head to silently process the information coming to him.

Alyvia paused slightly, glanced at Ian, and continued her demonstration.

At this moment, Ian could no longer hear any external sounds; this breakthrough in skill limits was far too unexpected.

Alyvia shared a wealth of unfamiliar potion knowledge, catching him off guard with his sudden advancement.

Gradually, it was discovered that his vision seemed to have undergone a different change.

No runes were generated in the void of his mind, and his mental energy was condensed once again.

After a while, the tremors gradually subsided, and he had finished digesting the knowledge.

With a slight thought, I sensed the newly appearing special effects.

[Basic Potion Identification: Limit Break 1 Time (0/800) (Limit Break Effect: 1. Insight)]

Insight is a visual perception of energy pathways.

It can penetrate the color and shape of the potion and directly "see" the distribution of magical density and the flow of energy within it.

After this skill was unlocked, Ian no longer relied on the external characteristics of potions to identify them, but instead directly observed their internal structure.

Regaining his composure, Ian looked up and continued listening to the lecture without changing his expression.

The two-hour class ended quickly.

As Alyvia packed her things to leave, Ian mustered his courage and quickly stepped forward.

"Instructor Alyvia, please wait a moment."

Alyvia stopped and looked at Ian with her pale golden eyes.

"Ian, is something wrong?"

"Yes, mentor," Ian said respectfully, "I would like to purchase four vials of 'Quiet Water.' Do you have any connections with this company?"

Alyvia raised an eyebrow slightly. "Quiet Water? Looks like you're making good progress with Rock Bear Potion."

In two months, Ian should have greatly enhanced the potion's effectiveness and be preparing to take it himself.

"Yes, we've had some luck," Ian admitted.

"I can sell it to you," Alyvia said directly.

"However, it's quite expensive, 500 magic stones per tube, no bargaining."

Although Ian already knew the price, it still hurt to spend 2000 magic stones at once.

This was more than half of his savings from the past two months.

"Sigh! With a bunch of penniless guys like Kenner, who knows when they'll ever be able to scrape together enough magic stones."

"I want four." Ian took out twenty high-grade magic stones the size of goose eggs from his cloth bag and handed them over.

Alyvia glanced at Ian with some surprise, seemingly not expecting him to be able to produce so many magic stones at once.

She took the magic stone, and a flash of green light appeared in her hand, revealing an exquisite wooden box.

Inside, seven bottles of "Quiet Water" were neatly arranged, their color as deep as ink, seemingly absorbing all the light from the surrounding area.

"The Tranquil Waters" can be used half an hour before taking the Bloodline Potion.

Alyvia took out the other three and handed the wooden box to Ian.

He also gave a subtle reminder: "You have a good talent for potions, but don't put the cart before the horse. Take care of yourself."

"Thank you for the reminder, mentor!" Ian solemnly accepted the wooden box, feeling grateful to Malena once again.

"Mentor, how is Malena doing lately?"

"She's fine." Alyvia turned and left, leaving behind a curt reply.

Ian had originally planned to consult about the "Balance of Water," but he didn't get a chance to speak.

He carefully put away the wooden box, his mind racing with calculations.

"Perhaps, we can use this channel..."

After finishing his business, he didn't linger at the tower. He bought some materials for other medicines and then headed to the station.

The return journey was much more crowded than the journey there; perhaps they had more valuables on them and would find it safer to choose a carriage.

Throughout the journey, the atmosphere in the carriage was equally oppressive, with very few people talking.

Most people's faces showed fatigue and vigilance.

Ian sat by the window, leaning back slightly and closing his eyes to rest.

He had just silently cast a warning eye, which was now floating on the roof of the car, following it all the way.

The range of the eyeballs has reached a radius of 300 meters, which will give us some time to prepare in case of an emergency.

The carriage had traveled about halfway when the number of pedestrians outside began to dwindle.

As they entered a relatively secluded forest road, Ian suddenly opened his eyes.

A sudden change has occurred!

Boom! Boom...

A dozen blazing fireballs and jet-black corrosive rays shot towards the carriage without warning.

Ian's Eye of Vigilance was just shattered by a streak of light.

"Enemy attack!" the coachman shouted, jumping off the carriage and disappearing into the woods.

"They're from the Crimson Royal Court!" Screams erupted from the carriage.

The carriage exploded, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Screams, cries of alarm, and screams erupted instantly.

Several apprentices near the window were unfortunately struck by the witchcraft and died on the spot.

Ian had already sensed the attack beforehand, and activated the Crystal Energy Shield almost instinctively.

A corrosive ray pierced through the oak planks and struck the shield, making a sizzling sound.

The shield flashed with intense light, and finally managed to block the attack with great difficulty.

Before his eyeballs shattered, he saw at least a dozen figures in deep red robes rush out of the woods.

The four people at the very front possessed exceptionally powerful auras, clearly indicating that they were advanced apprentices!

Their goal was clear: one of them would go after the coachman.

The remaining senior apprentices blocked the way in front and behind, while the rest of the people surrounded the carriage.

Judging from this posture, they clearly intend to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

"Run!" Ian released another eyeball and leaped off the wrecked carriage.

Guided by its eyes, it ran wildly in the opposite direction from most people.

His powerful physique once again proved advantageous; his figure moved as fast as a gray shadow, disappearing into the woods in a few flashes.

"Huh? Pretty quick reaction." The strongest person on the other side noticed Ian, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.

"An intermediate apprentice, not bad at all, might be able to make some money."

He abandoned his opponent and transformed into a dark red streak of light, chasing after Ian.

In his view, a dying prey was more interesting.