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

Chapter 87 Basic Meditation Potions

The next morning, back at camp.

As Motu pushed open the simple wooden door of the stone house and stepped out, he bumped into a familiar figure.

Green Tile was squatting under a wild fruit tree at the edge of the campsite, her nimble paws stuffing red and green wild fruits into the slender spout of her precious monkey pot.

Hearing the sound of the stone house behind her opening, she subconsciously looked up and glanced over.

With just that one glance, her entire dragon seemed to be petrified, instantly frozen in place!

The sharp serrations parted slightly, and the emerald green vertical pupils widened as if they had seen something incredible.

A green fruit, which she had been clutching tightly in her hand, slipped unconsciously through her fingers and rolled onto the muddy ground.

"----you----"

Her voice carried an almost bewildered tone, a mixture of shock and confusion, "—You broke through?"

Motu walked over to her, squatted down, and helped her pick up the fallen fruit.

It's greenish-blue, not fully ripe yet, with a thin layer of fuzz on its surface.

Blue Dragon handed the fruit back to Green Tile and calmly responded.

"Um."

"When did this happen?"

Green Tile remained frozen in place, her vertical pupils fixed on him, as if trying to see something extraordinary in his scales.

"Yesterday. In the Darkwater Swamp."

Green Tile mechanically took the fruit, casually stuffed it into the monkey pot, and slammed the wooden lid shut.

Then, as if suddenly snapping out of her daze, she turned around abruptly, her gaze like two large searchlights.

He examined Motuzai carefully from head to toe and from front to back several times!

Her gaze traveled down from Motu's forehead, which was covered with the luster of newborn bronze.

It swept over his broader, thicker shoulders and back, his strong, powerful limbs, and his long tail with three barbs growing from its end, before returning to his head.

Ultimately, it was firmly fixed on those newly formed, bronze-lustered scales on his shoulder blades.

This is completely different from the image of the "iron-boned" blue dragon in her memory!

"Your... broken wand, is it really that powerful?"

She tilted her head, her dragon-like serrated teeth opening and closing unconsciously, her tone filled with incredulous confusion, "You just finished tinkering with it a few days ago, went out for a stroll, and came back—promoted?"

Motu slightly parted his lips, revealing a faint yet genuine smile.

He couldn't explain the secret of Ixtal, nor did he want to weave a complicated lie to cover it up.

Sometimes, the simplest and most direct answers are the least likely to be explored or questioned.

"Thanks to your blood."

He said, his tone earnest and sincere, "Your blood is very powerful."

Green Tile paused for a moment.

Her vertical pupils blinked, her dragon-like serrated teeth closed and opened again, and her tail flicked twice behind her.

"Is my blood really that powerful?"

She lowered her head, looking confused, and examined a cluster of scales on her forearm.

That was the spot where the needle had pierced during the blood draw. Thanks to the green dragon's powerful regenerative abilities, the wound had already healed. "How come I didn't know?"

Seeing the confused and bewildered look on Green Tile's face, Motu smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

He stood up, shook himself slightly, and then strode toward the quartermaster station in the center of the camp.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Green Tile's voice came from behind.

"Quartership. I need to ask you something," Motu replied without turning his head.

"Bring me a bottle of wine!"

Green Tile immediately shouted, making the request as if by conditioned reflex.

"The quartermaster doesn't sell alcohol." The voice drifted from afar.

"Then what were you doing at the quartermaster's office?" Green Tile's curiosity was piqued, and she pressed for an answer.

Motu didn't answer again, but casually swayed his long tail, the end of which gleamed with a cold bronze light.

Just as its tail swung, the silver storage ring at the base of the tail's bony spike was caught by the rising morning light, reflecting a clear and dazzling metallic gleam!

The green dragon's keen dragon senses instantly locked onto that bright light!

Storage ring!

Green Tile's vertical pupils widened again, her mouth slightly open, as if countless questions were about to burst forth. However, Motu's figure had already turned the corner of a barracks and quickly disappeared from her sight.

The quartermaster's door was half open, and a dry smell mixed with leather and herbs wafted out.

Motu bent down, his massive body squeezing sideways into the doorway.

The old dragon quartermaster I'd met before was standing behind the counter, a monocle perched on his right eye, inspecting a batch of newly arrived crystal nuclei with a magnifying glass.

The crystal nuclei were piled on the tray, varying in size and color, gleaming differently under the cool white runic light.

He moved slowly, picking up each one to examine it against the light and then recording it in his notebook.

Motu quietly walked to the counter and gently placed the empty potion bottle in his paw onto the smooth wooden countertop.

With the bottom of the bottle facing up, the raised number "S-07-23" is clearly visible under the cool white light, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster.

The printed label on the bottle reads "Lesser Dragon's Blood Potion" in the common mainland Chinese language.

This thing is completely different from Matthew's homemade potion bottles, which have handwritten labels on them; it has a standardized, industrial feel.

"Do we sell this kind of potion internally?"

Upon hearing Motu's voice, the old dragon stopped what he was doing.

He slowly put down the magnifying glass and the crystal core in his hand, and raised his slightly cloudy vertical pupils.

He glanced at the blue dragon first, then turned his gaze to the glass bottle on the counter.

Extending her hand, covered with fine age spots, she picked up the empty bottle, first turning it over to carefully examine the number on the bottom, then turning it back to the front to scrutinize the label.

He then pulled out a uniquely shaped testing stone covered with tiny runes from under the counter and inserted it into the almost invisible trace of medicine remaining at the bottom of the bottle.

"Buzz—"

The testing stone light glowed slightly, emitting a dark and restrained red light, which lasted for a few breaths before quietly extinguishing.

"Secondary Dragon's Blood Potion"

The old dragonman's voice was hoarse but steady, as if he were reading out a list of supplies: "Efficacy: Slightly increases the concentration of dragon bloodline, with an average increase of about 0.6% to 1.2%. The specific effect depends on the individual's absorption efficiency and the initial concentration of bloodline."

Note: The effect of taking the same medicine consecutively will decrease with each use. It is only effective on the "Frost Embryo" subspecies that have not yet triggered the True Dragon Bloodline inheritance.

After saying this, he took back the stone tablets used for testing and then gently pushed the empty bottle back in front of Motu.

"Source: A product of a collaborative research and development project between the Dragon Nest Legion and the Holy Blood Tower, refined by the Holy Blood Tower's Bloodline Technology Optimization Department."

Production is currently low, and supplies are limited to specific channels within the legion; they are not distributed to external forces or individuals.

As he listened to the other party's methodical explanation, Mo Tu's heart stirred slightly.

He had only asked casually, just to see what would happen, but he never expected the other party to be so knowledgeable and to give such a detailed and official explanation.

"And the price?" he pressed.

"Five hundred military merits, one bottle," the old dragon man said succinctly.

Motu tapped the hard wooden countertop very lightly with the tip of its claws.

He quickly calculated his current military merit balance in his mind.

After exchanging for Dragonblood Wand materials, I had 70 points left. Adding the dozen or so points I accumulated from recent patrol missions and sporadic kills of threats like Blood Sand Eagles, my total is less than 100.

I can't even afford half a bottle.

"What about the recipe?" he asked, changing his approach.

Upon hearing this, the old dragon man raised his head and, through his brass monocle, gave Motu a deep look.

His murky vertical pupils narrowed slightly, a scrutinizing glint in them.

"Secondary Dragon's Blood Potion Formula".

He spoke slowly, each word crystal clear, "Exchange criteria: two thousand military merit points, plus a Potions qualification certificate of LV2 or above."

He paused, then added with a professional caution: "Level 2 potion mastery is a prerequisite for learning, understanding, and successfully crafting this recipe."

If you don't meet this standard, even if you are given the recipe, you won't understand it, let alone be able to refine it.

Motu remained silent for a moment.

Two thousand troops. ——————V2 Potions————

He didn't meet either of those conditions, and at the moment, the lower-grade dragon blood potion was still considered a high-level resource for him.

"Thanks." He put the empty bottle back into his storage ring.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly remembered the [Potion Apprentice] quest he had just accepted, so he stopped and turned back to ask, "Does our auxiliary defense team have any suitable Tier 1 potion recipe blueprints for exchange?"

The old dragon man lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then pulled out a slightly worn exchange catalog from under the counter and quickly flipped through a few pages.

"some."

He pointed to one of the lines: "Basic Meditation Potion Recipe. Effects: Slightly enhances meditation efficiency and stabilizes the mental strength of novice apprentices."

Exchange Price: Fifty Military Merits. No Potions Proficiency Required.

Motu immediately turned back.

"Change it to another one."

He used the remaining fifty points from his military merit balance to exchange for this basic meditation potion recipe.

The recipe was recorded on a thin, treated animal hide, with neat and clear handwriting and concise steps.

Mix black moss, moonshine grass, and black leaf grass in a fixed ratio and simmer over a constant magical flame for half a quarter of an hour.

These materials are all low-level magical plant species that are extremely common near the Darkwater River Basin, the kind that Una would casually collect during her daily patrols.

It is inexpensive, widely distributed in the wild, and easy to obtain.

Motu carefully put away the animal hide recipe, nodded to the old dragonman again, and turned to leave the quartermaster's office.

The intense sunlight instantly shone down, making his dark blue and bronze scales gleam.

He stood at the edge of the shadows at the entrance of the quartermaster's office, squinting slightly as he adjusted to the changing light.

In his mind, however, he was already quickly making plans.

Five hundred military merits per bottle —

Based on his current patrol and sporadic combat efficiency, he can accumulate about 150 to 200 military merits per month.

This means that he would need to go without food or drink and complete all his tasks for nearly three months to obtain a mere bottle of Lesser Dragon Blood Potion.

too slow.

It was far from meeting his needs, not to mention the exorbitant price of the formula for two thousand military merits.

It seems that in addition to trying to collect materials and start the task of refining those two hundred bottles of Tier 1 potions to improve my potion-making level, I also need to find other more efficient ways to earn extra military merit points.

Resources, strength, and channels —

Each one is indispensable.