Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

Motu stretched out his paw and carefully picked up the monkey pot.

The item was lighter than he had expected; the walls of the pot were extremely thin, but its hardness was astonishing.

The runes on its surface are not carved on, but drawn with some kind of magical metallic pigment, which gleams with a slightly dim yet exquisite silver-gray luster under the light.

He probed the inside of the pot with a wisp of his spiritual energy, carefully sensing its contents.

A large amount of fruit residue that had not been completely decomposed remained at the bottom of the pot, and intermediate products left over from the fermentation process were clearly visible.

But the fermentation bacteria that should have been incredibly active were now completely lifeless.

Instead, a completely rancid and inactive magical residue is left behind.

The Monkey Pot's body is well-sealed, and the built-in micro temperature control array used to maintain a constant fermentation temperature is still operating weakly.

The root of the problem lies in the catalytic core.

Inside this gold-plated wine jug, there should be a catalytic matrix that can greatly accelerate and guide specific bacterial groups to carry out perfect biochemical reactions.

Now, this matrix has been completely depleted.

The formation of the matrix depends on an intricate alchemical paradigm formed by several subtle magical nodes on the surface of the pot.

These nodes are distributed in different positions on the body of the pot, with a complex and ingenious structure. Their principles and energy flow methods are completely beyond Motu's current knowledge system, which is mainly based on potion science.

This is the realm of alchemy.

His knowledge of potions ran into a wall here.

Motu gently placed the monkey pot back in its original place and looked at Green Tile, who was staring intently at Blue Dragon's movements, his face clearly saying, "Are you even capable?"

"With my current abilities, I can't repair this for the time being."

Green Tile's tail slammed onto the ground, and it rolled its eyes.

"You've looked at it for so long and that's the conclusion you've reached? What nonsense are you spouting?"

"However," Motu changed the subject, his voice becoming steady, "I'll be able to fix it soon."

Green Tile tilted its head to look at him, its emerald green vertical pupils full of suspicion.

Motu didn't explain much, but simply took out the dark brown piece of thunderwood with silver-white thunder patterns from under the scales on the side of his neck and placed it in front of the green tiles.

"I need your help."

He looked at the green tiles, his gaze honest.

"I need your blood to make something. Once I've successfully made that thing, I should have enough power to repair your monkey pot."

Motu was not lying.

The reward for successfully crafting the Dragonblood Wand is Alchemy Level 1.

Once that skill is mastered, repairing this alchemical wine jug with its clearly defined function and relatively basic structure should be a piece of cake.

"I remember this thing, it's thunderwood. So you and Una found this when you went to the Blackwood Market."

Green Tile stared at the dark brown piece of wood with silver veins in front of it, its emerald green vertical pupils blinking, then it suddenly understood.

"I thought you two had been stopped by those two guards at the market entrance again a few days ago, and had gotten into a fight before coming back looking disheveled."

It made me a little embarrassed to bring it up. Later, when I asked Una alone, the girl hesitated and wouldn't say anything.

She stretched out her paw and poked at the Lei Tongmu tree, then raised her head and scanned Mo Tu back and forth several times with a strange look in her eyes.

"I was wondering why you'd been giving me that strange look these past few days. Turns out you've gathered all the materials and are just agonizing over it."

Her dragon-like serrated teeth parted slightly, revealing a rather unkind, mischievous smile.

"I thought you were about to transition from a young dragon to an adult dragon, and that you were going into heat and starting to have feelings for me."

Motu looked at her expressionlessly.

At this moment, Green Tile breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and looked as if a weight had finally been lifted from his heart.

"Hey! You should have said so earlier! You wanted my blood, right?"

Last time I fought with that bastard in the gray leather jacket, he stabbed me in the chest with such a big hole, and blood was gushing all over the ground. Why didn't you bring a basin to catch some of it?

What a waste!

"The blueprint requires active, regenerated blood, which is different from ordinary dragon blood," Motu explained.

Green Tile rolled its eyes dramatically and flicked its tail impatiently.

"What do you mean by ordinary or not, active or not! My Green Tile's blood, no matter what it looks like when it flows out, is living, self-moving 'active' blood!"

As she was talking, she looked around as if trying to find a suitable tool for drawing blood, but all she could find were rocks and dirt.

She simply stopped searching and extended the tip of her right forepaw, gently tugging at the edge of the scar on her chest that hadn't fully healed and was still covered with a layer of fragile new scales.

"Sizzle."

She tore open a small piece of the newly formed, pink scales herself, revealing the lighter-colored, moist, and tender flesh underneath.

A few drops of brightly colored blood, seemingly brimming with vitality, immediately seeped from the wound.

However, these blood droplets did not flow down the skin like normal blood.

Like tiny beads of mercury with their own independent lives, they adhered to the edge of the wound, trembling slightly, and even slowly and autonomously converging towards the center of the wound.

Finally, they coagulated into a round, plump blood droplet, slightly larger than a soybean. The droplet trembled and hung precariously above the wound, refusing to fall.

It was as if an invisible force was supporting it, or perhaps it simply did not want to leave its mother.

Motu stared at the strangely beaded blood, his vertical pupils slightly contracting.

"Actively regenerating blood..."

He said his tone was starting to carry a hint of uncertainty.

"That's probably not what you meant, is it?"

Green Tile looked at him like he was an idiot: "Whether it's like that or not, you'll know once you try it."

Motu suddenly realized.

He stretched out his claw, dabbed a little blood on the green tile's almost healed wound, and brought it close to his eyes.

At the same time, consciousness sank into the mind.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the task status on the panel is changing.

[In progress: Collecting wand core materials (5/6)] It jumped a bit and became [6/6].

...That's really true!

Mo Tu was frustrated, never expecting that his basic knowledge would be so thoroughly outclassed by Green Tile Education.

After muttering a few complaints to himself, he decided to refrain from making any more sarcastic remarks about Green Tile in his mind in the future.

"I need your blood to make a weapon, and a significant amount."

After confirming that the blood met the requirements, Motu wiped the drop of blood from his claws on the edge of the animal skin bag, stood up, and formally proposed the terms of the exchange.

"In return, I will do my best to repair your monkey pot once the weapon is finished."

Upon hearing that the monkey pot could be repaired, the green tiles' emerald vertical pupils instantly lit up, as if two small flames had been ignited.

She hadn't had any alcohol for days since that thing broke down, and she was so hungry that she was even dreaming about eating fruit.

"Alright. You have to keep your word!"

She eagerly stretched out her right forearm, holding it horizontally in front of Motu; the muscles of her arm, covered in dark green scales, were smooth and powerful.

"Shall we draw it now?"

Motu pulled out a simple extractor from under the scales, consisting of a transparent glass tube and a metal needle. Upon hearing this, he paused slightly.

"Aren't you going to ask me how much I need?"

"Anyway, fighting every now and then will cause a lot of bleeding."

The green-tiled roof casually extended its arm forward again, its scales gleaming warmly in the sunlight.

"I'll give you a cut, consider it an advance payment."

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her eyes darted around, a sly glint in them.

"Oh, right! Once you finish making that magic wand, I need to borrow it for a couple of days!"

She confidently proposed additional conditions.

Motu looked at her with a hint of helplessness:

"That weapon was specially designed according to my attributes, and its core is lightning resonance. It won't be of much use to you."

Upon hearing this, Green Tile immediately assumed he was making excuses to avoid it, and promptly became displeased, raising her voice several notches:

"What do you mean by 'specialized'? You can use it, but I can't? Aren't we all dragon blood?"

"You're being so stingy! Don't forget, you're drawing my blood!"

Her three forked tails swung defiantly, making a crackling sound as she pulled her outstretched arm back abruptly.

Green Tile looked at Blue Dragon defiantly, grinning with its mouth full of sharp serrated teeth, striking a tough pose that said, "Don't even think about hitting me if you don't agree."

Motu felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and he gently pressed his brow with the tip of his claw.

"……good."

He finally relented, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Once the weapon is made, you can play with it for a couple of days."

Green Tile was finally satisfied, a smug look on his face saying "You know what's good for you," and he stretched out his right arm straight again, looking like he was going to his execution.

A sharp metal needle was carefully inserted into the relatively flexible gap between the scales on the forearm of the green tile.

The dark red dragon blood, seemingly imbued with some kind of life rhythm, began to slowly flow down the transparent glass tube into the collection container below.

This blood is indeed extraordinary.

It is not a static liquid; it exhibits a slightly luminous, active state within the container, as if countless tiny points of light are flowing and shimmering inside.

Its blood itself even slowly rotates, collides, and mixes with each other inside the container, like a miniature life form with independent consciousness.

Even after leaving its original body, it still maintains a vigorous "vitality".

Motu stared silently at the strange blood in the container.

Time slips away silently.

Even with Green Tile's relatively large size and vigorous vitality, her face turned noticeably paler after a considerable amount of blood was drawn from her in a short period of time.

His spirits seemed a bit low, no longer as lively as before.

When the collection container finally reaches the required level, Motu closes the valve and pulls out the needle.

He glanced at Green Tile and noticed her slightly out of breath and tired appearance. He subconsciously softened his movements when removing the needle and closing the container.

However, Motu didn't say anything in the end. He simply carefully sealed the container filled with active dragon blood and put it away.