Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Back at his residence, Ian calmed himself down and looked at the rows of spells on the panel, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Name: Ian Marcus

Age: 17

[Realm Level: Advanced Wizard Apprentice (7.5%)]

[Talent: Moderate Light Affinity]

[Skills: Intermediate Star Moon Meditation, Energy Shield, Invisibility, Arcane Mark, Bloodline Purification, Scorching Ray, Vigilant Eye, Crystal Energy Barrier, Repulsion, Wizard's Hand, Lesser Frost Ray, Cleanse, Light, Ignition.]

[Potionology: Focus Potion, Rock Bear Potion, Awakening Potion, Clarity Potion, Mental Restoration Potion, Mind-Boosting Potion, Basic Healing Potion, Basic Antidote Potion, Stamina Potion, Basic Potion Identification.]

He turned to the next page; [Energy Shield], [Invisibility], and [Arcane Mark] were three newly learned level zero advanced sorcery spells.

Only the [Invisibility Technique] is at the beginner level; the others are either just starting out or haven't even been practiced yet.

He needs to plan his time better and not waste it on useless skills later on.

Three of them are required for advanced sorcerers, but they cannot take up too much time. As for the two low-level sorcerers that he had previously broken through, he decided not to continue practicing them.

For intermediate and advanced knowledge of potion-making, we still need to find a way to obtain it from the "Silver Ring".

The recent focus is on breaking the limit of [Secondary Frost Ray] again. After breaking the limit once, the proficiency increases extremely slowly, and can only be improved slowly over time.

In terms of potions, due to the lack of [Concentration Potion], he could only rely on the upgraded [Clarity Potion] to assist him during meditation, and the effect was truly touching.

He could only wait for the merchants from the "Silver Ring" to arrive before making a decision. If he couldn't collect the main materials, he would leave without hesitation.

……

The next morning, just after Ian finished refining a batch of basic potions, two people, one big and one small, came to visit.

The older one is Talia, and she is holding a little girl's hand.

Talia stood outside Ian's tent, looking somewhat flustered, a stark contrast to her usual capable and decisive demeanor during hunts.

The little girl beside her was about eight or nine years old, dressed in a clean linen dress, with brown hair tied into two small braids, and a pair of light green eyes, curiously looking at the tent flap.

"Mr. Ian," Talia cleared her throat, her voice much softer than usual.

"Excuse me for bothering you, I am Talia, and this is my daughter Dora."

Ian put down the mortar and pestle, used a cleansing spell to remove the medicine stains from his hands, and lifted the curtain to step out.

His gaze swept over Talia and finally landed on the little girl.

Although her spiritual energy fluctuations were weak, they were exceptionally pure, with a subtle, naturally flowing rhythm.

"Please come in." Ian stepped aside to make way. "The tent is simple, please excuse us."

Talia led Dora into the tent. The interior was not large, but it was neatly organized.

The medicine-making tools were neatly arranged on a wooden shelf on one side, and the medicinal herb storage area in the corner exuded a mixed fragrance of herbs and trees.

Ian brought out two simple wooden stools and then used his wizard's hand to clear out a small square table that would serve as a worktable.

"Sit down." Ian himself sat down on the edge of the bed covered with animal hides.

"Talia, your visit today must be more than just small talk."

Talia took a deep breath and pulled Dora in front of her.

"Mr. Ian has a keen eye. To be honest, three months ago, the messengers of the 'Silver Ring' passed through the Gloomwood and conducted routine tests on the aptitude of children of the appropriate age. Dora... was found to have a moderate affinity for natural attributes."

As she spoke, a complex light flashed in her eyes—pride, worry, and above all, deep anxiety.

"The messenger said that Dora's qualifications have a high chance of being accepted into the outer academy of the Silver Ring, but the next formal recruitment of apprentices will not be until next spring, which is more than half a year away."

Talia held her daughter's hand tightly, looking earnestly at Ian.

"The envoy suggested that it would be best to start with basic enlightenment and lay a foundation in meditation, so that one can adapt more quickly after entering the academy and strive for better resource allocation."

During her years in the Gloomwood, she met many wizarding apprentices, but most of them were self-taught and stumbled in their own practice, let alone teaching others.

Talia paused, organizing her thoughts: "You are the most composed and knowledgeable senior apprentice I have ever met."

Your potion-making is so precise, and your sorcery is so fluid; you must have some kind of systematic inheritance.

That's why I've come here, swallowing my pride, hoping to ask you to enlighten Dora and teach her some basic knowledge of wizarding practices. As for the payment..."

Ian raised his hand to stop her from speaking, his gaze falling on Dora.

The little girl was looking up at him, her eyes clear and bright, without the usual timidity a child would show when facing a stranger. Instead, she possessed a natural, keen perception.

"Dora," Ian asked softly, "what do you think a wizard is like?"

Dora blinked, her voice clear and crisp:

"My mother said that wizards are people who can understand the secrets of the world. They use their mental power to weave magic and use knowledge to change reality."

With a very basic understanding, Ian nodded slightly and then looked at Talia.

"Your daughter has good talent, a naturally active spirit, and a high affinity with the elements of nature."

But Talia, you must understand that early childhood education determines how far a wizard can go in the future. If the basics are taught incorrectly, the cost of correcting them later will be extremely high.

Talia's face paled: "Sir, you mean..."

"What I mean is," Ian said slowly, "I'm still an apprentice myself, so I won't teach specific meditation methods or guide specific witchcraft practices."

"Thank you!" Talia nodded quickly.

"My knowledge is limited, and what I'm about to say is just the most basic common sense."

Ian looked at Talia, "In exchange, I need you to keep an eye out for clues about certain medicinal herbs every time you go hunting in the 'Dead Silence Mountains' for the next three months."

Talia answered without hesitation: "Deal! I'll do everything in my power to make it happen."

Ian then smiled slightly and waved to Dora.

"Come, sit closer. Today I'm going to talk about the most fundamental cornerstone of wizarding practice—starting with meditation."

Dora obediently sat on the small stool opposite Ian, her back straight and her expression focused.

"The foundation of all a wizard's power lies in spiritual power," Ian said, his voice steady and clear.

"And the way to temper, strengthen, and control one's mental power is through meditation."

He extended his right index finger, and a faint light shone at the fingertip. It was not witchcraft, but a pure manifestation of spiritual power.

Imagine your consciousness as a lake, and your mental energy as the water in that lake.

The essence of meditation is a systematic method that teaches you how to draw energy from the universe, transform it into spiritual power, and infuse it into this lake, making the lake deeper and wider.

Dora nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"But simply 'filling in water' is not enough."

The light spot at Ian's fingertip began to change, splitting into three smaller light spots arranged in an equilateral triangle.

"Lake water needs a container to hold it, and a structure to stabilize it. That's the function of the Will Rune."

The three points of light began to rotate slowly, connected by delicate filaments, forming a stable triangular structure.