Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

As Ian spoke, he organized the knowledge he had acquired.

"Therefore, the complete chain of a wizard's training is: to condense will runes through meditation, build the foundation of the spiritual sea, and enhance and refine spiritual power; then, with the rune system as support, to construct a wizardry model and release specific power. Each link is interconnected and indispensable."

The tent fell silent. Talia and Dora were both absorbed in the explanation they had just received, trying to digest this fundamental knowledge.

After a long while, Dora asked softly, "Mr. Ian, what... should I do now? Before entering the academy?"

Ian looked at her, his tone gentle yet firm.

"First, protect your curiosity and thirst for knowledge, which are the most precious qualities of a wizard."

Secondly, learn to read, do arithmetic, and learn basic herbalism from your mother. These seemingly ordinary skills will help you understand witchcraft models in the future.

Third, try sitting quietly, feeling your breath, feeling the vitality of the surrounding plants, and feeling the wind on your skin. Don't try to meditate intentionally; just be aware.

Once you formally acquire the meditation technique, these perceptions will become the nourishment for you to condense your first Will Rune.

He stood up, took a small packet of dried calming flowers from the wooden shelf, and handed it to Dora.

"Take one tablet and hold it under your tongue before bed each night to help calm your mind."

Remember, the path of a wizard is long and arduous, but every steady step forward brings you closer to the truth of the world.

Talia pulled her daughter to her feet and bowed respectfully to Ian:

"Mr. Ian, Talia will never forget your kindness today. I will do my best to find the medicinal clues you requested."

Ian nodded slightly and escorted the two to the tent entrance.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the shimmering woodland, casting a hazy glow that rippled across the stream.

Dora turned around, her light green eyes reflecting the light: "Mr. Ian, in the future... may I still come to ask you questions?"

"If you have any questions about the basic principles," Ian smiled, "you're welcome anytime."

Watching the mother and daughter walk away, Ian withdrew his gaze and turned back into the tent.

He sat back down at the workbench, picked up the grinding bowl, but did not start working immediately.

"Medium natural affinity... such a talent is considered above average in Shadowmoon Tower."

He recalled the look of relief and worry in his father's eyes when he was diagnosed with moderate light affinity years ago.

The Silver Ring...

Ian gathered his thoughts and turned his attention back to the potion-making process in front of him.

Regardless of external circumstances, one's own strength is fundamental.

Before the merchants arrive, he must get himself into top condition and improve his proficiency with [Secondary Frost Ray] as much as possible.

My gaze swept across the panel and checked the proficiency of [Secondary Frost Ray]: once exceeded the limit (779/800).

He knew that the next breakthrough might give it even more amazing qualities.

"I can't wait!"

As darkness fell outside the window, the rhythmic grinding of herbs by the Wizard's Hand echoed within the tent, mingling with the occasional bubbling of potions, blending into the ceaseless whispers of the land.

……

Twenty days passed quietly amidst the regular processes of medicine making, refining, and meditation.

That morning, Ian was processing a newly arrived batch of silverleaf.

The secret mark crystal left by Mira in his arms suddenly became slightly warm, transmitting a brief message: "The merchants have arrived, come quickly."

Ian paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He quickly gathered up the medicinal herbs he had, changed into the relatively clean gray robe, and checked his inventory:

Two types of limited-edition [Secondary Healing Potions], each containing 50 vials, and a standard [Clarity Potion], along with 10 high-grade magic stones and over 200 standard magic stones.

Most importantly, those 30-plus blood essences from top-tier demonic beasts were refined by him using the master-level "Bloodline Purification Technique".

There were also three black, over-limit version blood essences, and he roughly knew what kind of demonized ferocious beast they were.

Each one contains abundant and pure life energy, with faint attribute patterns flowing on its surface.

This is the core bargaining chip he plans to use in the trade.

After getting ready, Ian left the tent and walked briskly towards Misty Creek.

The closer you get to the middle of the stream, the more people there are. Many apprentices who are rarely seen usually appear on the road, their expressions ranging from expectant to nervous.

Clearly, news of the arrival of the "Silver Ring" merchants has spread.

When Ian arrived near the "Dreamweaver's Hut," he saw a crowd gathered in the open space in front of the wooden building, but they all kept a distance and dared not get too close.

In the center of the open space, three oddly shaped vehicles were parked.

The car body is made of a mixture of dark silver metal and dark wood, and its surface is engraved with intricate protective and agile runes.

The chariot was not pulled by horses, but by four magical beasts that resembled deer but were larger and had forked antlers like crystals on their heads.

They stood quietly, emanating a faint, icy aura.

Beside the vehicle stood seven or eight people, all dressed in pure white wizard robes, with silver ring patterns embroidered on the hem, shimmering faintly in the dim light of the Gloomwood.

Ian's gaze swept over the area, and a sudden doubt arose in his mind.

Shadowmoon Tower is also a white wizarding organization, but its wizarding robes are red. Why is it that the robes of the Silver Ring, also a white wizarding organization, are pure white and inlaid with silver?

He suppressed his momentary doubt and slowly stepped forward.

Mira was standing beside the group of people in white robes, her deep purple dress standing out against the pure white robes.

She saw Ian, nodded slightly, and then whispered a few words to a man beside her.

The man appeared to be in his forties, with a serious face and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Ian.

In an instant, Ian felt an invisible pressure envelop him. It was not a deliberate release of power, but rather the natural aura that came from being in a high position for a long time and possessing great strength.

The leader's strength far surpasses that of ordinary advanced apprentices, and he may even have already touched the threshold of becoming a formal wizard!

Ian felt a chill run down his spine. "Is this the true strength of the 'Silver Ring'? Even a random member is this powerful!"

"This is Mr. Amos, the leader of the 'Silver Ring' trade expedition."

Mira introduced him, her tone more formal than usual, "Mr. Amos, this is the potion master Ian that I mentioned to you."

Amos sized up Ian, his gaze falling on his slightly worn but neat gray robe and his calm, sharp eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice deep and penetrating: "Ms. Mira said the materials you need are very special."

"Yes." Ian bowed respectfully. "I need several main and auxiliary ingredients for the [Mind-Concentrating Potion]."

"A mind-control potion..." A glint of light flashed in Amos's eyes.

"This is one of the key cultivation potions for advanced apprentices. You, an advanced apprentice, are you really capable of refining it?"

Several white-robed apprentices nearby, upon hearing this, also cast scrutinizing glances, some of which revealed a hint of disdain.

To the apprentices of the "Silver Ring," it was already a stroke of luck for these wandering apprentices from remote areas to be able to gather all the materials, let alone successfully refine them.