Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Do you know why Venomous Fang's ingestion of the Bloodline Potion triggered the Rock Bear phantom?"

"Why?" Ian was also curious. Had his potion-making skills reached such a profound level?

Sterling chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his expression.

"The venomous fang doesn't use ordinary neutralizing potions, but my unique formula called [Dream Potion]."

"Dream Potion?" Ian asked, feigning a puzzled expression.

This wasn't entirely a disguise; he genuinely had never heard of such a potion.

"An ancient neutralizing potion, the formula of which comes from a dangerous ruin I once explored."

Sterling slowly said, "Its effects are far superior to those of [Tranquil Water]. It allows the user to immerse themselves in a dream where they are transformed into a magical beast, thereby completing bloodline fusion and soothing at the level of consciousness. Upon waking, there will be a brief memory residue, and the burden on the body is minimal."

Shock and longing flashed in Ian's eyes, the instinctive reaction of a potion master to an unknown high-level formula.

"Such a miraculous potion exists! I wonder what Sterling Wizard means by this...?"

Sterling leaned back slightly, a businesslike expression on his face.

"I'm willing to trade the formula with you, but what will you offer in exchange?"

I must remind you that this is a Tier 1 potion, worth 5000 magic stones. Its creation requires extremely high potion-making skills and powerful mental strength.

5000 magic stones!

Ian's eye twitched. This price was something that most advanced apprentices couldn't afford. He already knew Sterling's underlying meaning.

But from Sterling's explanation, it was clear that this [Dream Potion] was an excellent item, and he would definitely need it in the future.

He quickly assessed his possessions: 36 high-grade magic stones, several enhanced versions of the [Rock Bear Potion], and some limited-edition potions for his own use that he couldn't use yet.

Suddenly, he remembered that he also had a recipe for a neutralizing potion, but it was incomplete and he hadn't had time to ask Alyvia to complete it.

Or we could exchange this for Sterling's estimate; he wouldn't need two neutralizing potion formulas anyway.

"Sterling Wizard, I have one here..."

Just as he was about to take out the formula, a warning suddenly came from the depths of his being, as if he was about to miss something important!

Ian's heart skipped a beat. He lowered his eyes slightly and changed the subject: "...I have a formula here that I also want to trade. Could you please give me an estimate?"

He pulled out a piece of parchment, which contained the recipe for "Rockbear Potion".

Sterling's eyes lit up as he took the recipe and thought Ian was now being treated with more respect.

This young potion master seemed to be quite sensible, understanding the meaning he was subtly implying.

Now that his goal had been achieved, he was in high spirits and carefully examined the recipe in his hand.

After a while, he frowned slightly. "This recipe seems incomplete, but it's not bad. I'll give you 2000 magic stones."

Ian then took out another 30 high-grade magic stones and handed them over with some reluctance.

Sterling chuckled. "Kid, don't be ungrateful. If it weren't for the sake of Wizard Elivia, you wouldn't be qualified to trade with me. Besides, this Dream Potion is worth far more than just a few magic stones."

He was willing to trade with Ian mainly because the [Rock Bear Potion] could quickly and in large numbers train powerful subordinates and form his own power base.

This is a very important tactic during wartime.

Wizards are human too; they can't exist independently. If they had to do everything themselves, big or small, where would they find the time to cultivate?

Furthermore, such an important resource should naturally be secured and properly managed to prevent it from falling into the hands of hostile forces.

"The deal is done."

Sterling put away the parchment, opened the drawer, and took out an old scroll wrapped in dark leather.

"The scroll contains the recipe for 'Dream Potion' and some of my potion-making tips. Remember, don't try it casually; this potion is very dangerous to make."

Ian solemnly accepted the scroll. "I will heed your teachings, Wizard Sterling. May I ask the price of one [Dream Potion]?"

"800 magic stones." Sterling's face returned to calm.

As Ian left the central stone tower, he carried the priceless scroll in his arms, his heart filled with complex emotions.

He didn't really care about the magic stones, and the bloodline potion formula wasn't even his own. Sterling hadn't forbidden him from selling it to any third party, except the Crimson Court.

"Fortunately, the result wasn't bad. By paving the way through Sterling, my standing in this camp will be different."

With the help of the bloodline potion, he can accumulate contribution points quickly, at a speed far exceeding that of the past.

Perhaps before long, most of the contribution points from this camp will flow into his and Sterling's pockets.

Ian turned around and glanced in the direction of the Osborn family, his eyes slightly cold.

"Since you insist on investigating, I'll dig up your roots."

Once a large number of users of the bloodline potion appear in the camp, the Osborn family's pitiful strength will become insignificant.

Their so-called third-rate bloodline family is a joke.

At that time, those forces that had been offended would swarm in and divide up the Osborne family.

Back at his residence, Ian immediately cast several warning and protective spells, then carefully laid the leather scroll out on the table.

The scroll was made of some kind of animal hide, and it felt cool and supple to the touch. The edges were worn, showing signs of age.

The writing on it was not in Tua, but in a distorted, bizarre runic script that seemed to have a hypnotic effect.

Fortunately, Sterling's refining notes were available for reference, with annotations in Tuaag in neat handwriting.

The document details the processing of materials, the arrangement of the alchemy array, the rhythm of mental guidance, and various lessons learned from failures and warnings.

Ian took a deep breath, focused his mind, and began to read word by word.

This dream potion recipe: The first main ingredient is a concentrated brain fluid (3 drops) from a creature called Nightmare Beast.

It needs to be extracted from the brow bone marrow core of an adult Nightmare Beast using the moonlight condensation method. The finished product is silver-gray with swirling patterns.

The second main ingredient is a condensed tear of the Howling Banshee (one).

It needs to be formed from the first tear shed by a banshee when she is extremely sad. The crystal needs to contain a complete echo of a sorrowful soul. The finished product is light blue and has a slight stinging sensation when touched.

The third main ingredient is the powder from the heartwood of a slumbering ancient tree.

It requires the core of an ancient tree that is at least a thousand years old and naturally dormant; the scraped powder must remain active and exhibit a jade-colored luster.

……

Ian was increasingly surprised as he read on, and after finishing, he was completely stunned.

"This is a Tier 1 potion?!"

He had never heard of any of the main ingredients, and there were also a lot of strange and unusual auxiliary ingredients.

What Phantom Grass? Crystallized Vengeful Spirits? A drop of the user's own heart's blood...

The refining process is even more extravagant; before refining, a "triple soul-soothing alchemy array" must be set up to stabilize the dream energy...

Finally, when Ian saw the bright red, glaring instructions at the end of the reel, he completely gave up on the idea of ​​trying it.

"This is not something I can touch right now, let's wait until later."

I closed the scroll and rubbed my throbbing temples.

Even after reading it only once, he could sense the complexity and strangeness of the recipe.

This recipe is now just a burden; with his current level of potion-making skills, he is far from being able to refine it, nor can he collect the materials.

Although it emptied Ian's magic stone, on the bright side, it opened up the camp's potion business, which is now ready to open for business.

Once the first person orders the potion, a steady stream of contribution points will flow into his pocket, and he can't stop the flow.

As the camp's strength increases, he will become safer.

"I guess this is my contribution to the 'Forge' camp."

He knew that if he hadn't agreed to Sterling's deal, there could have been great danger.

Can he refuse to change it? If he dares to disagree, believe me, he won't be able to leave the central stone tower.

Did they really think that Alyvia, far away in the tower, could intimidate a formal wizard?

At their level, anyone with aspirations is a person of unwavering resolve.

His decision to help Venomous Fang wasn't ill-considered or a self-inflicted disaster, but rather a calculated move in line with the prevailing trend.

Only in this way can he fully utilize the advantages of a potion master and quickly accumulate resources.

He still has a whole bunch of various medicines hidden in his incubator, waiting to be used!