Spellcasting Gods

Meanwhile, back at his villa on Long Island, Zhang Cheng didn't rest either. He went straight into his newly built alchemy laboratory and began carefully preparing his first longevity potion.

To ensure a high success rate, he did not attempt to directly challenge the most difficult twenty-five-year formula, but instead chose the fifteen-year formula, which was slightly more challenging but still within his technical capabilities.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Elizabeth heard a slight noise coming from the basement and quickly ran over to check.

"It's nothing, I'm mixing a potion," Zhang Cheng explained without turning his head.

"Potion? Can I watch?" The girl's face showed interest.

Having awakened her witch bloodline, she has been frantically studying all sorts of magic-related knowledge lately, practically wanting to smash her head open and stuff in everything she doesn't know yet.

If someone had this kind of drive while in school, getting into Harvard, Stanford, or MIT would be a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, studying natural sciences is extremely tedious and demands very high intelligence, so few people can persevere. It's also unlike magic, where every effort yields incredible rewards.

Glancing at the excitement and anticipation in his girlfriend's eyes, Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "Of course! But please be sure to keep quiet. Also, before we really begin, you must know that brewing potions is a very precise operation. It requires not only a clever mind, but also a great deal of knowledge and experience. It's not like you imagine, where you just throw some strange things into a big pot, stew them together, and then chant a few spells to make it work."

"I understand! Trust me, I'll be a good boy and a good student." Elizabeth patted her chest confidently, completely unaware of how alluring her two little bunnies were trembling at that moment.

"Very good! Let's begin now!"

After saying that, Zhang Cheng deleted the beautiful image frozen in his mind, lit the alcohol lamp with extremely skilled movements, placed a small bottle of solution containing magical energy on it to heat it, and then quickly chopped up several herbs to induce the effect.

When the solution started bubbling, he quickly threw the herbs in.

boom!

A pale purple flame shot out from the test tube!

Fortunately, it only lasted for less than two seconds before the flames turned into a cloud of purple smoke!

Sensing the level of magic contained within the mist, Zhang Cheng immediately threw in the most important element of the longevity potion—a small piece of purified life essence—and raised his hands to begin chanting a spell loudly.

In fact, the so-called essence of life is a special substance extracted from the bodies of living beings, full of surging vitality.

However, in Azeroth, it is confined to the narrow scope of elemental and plant life in the natural world.

But in reality, even the essence of fire, the essence of air, the essence of water, and the essence of the dead are all types of life essences.

The spellcasters of Faerûn discovered a way to transform different life essences into one another long ago, so the type is not important to them; what matters is the quality, the amount and purity of the life force contained within.

Guided by the incantation, in just a few minutes, the essence of life was completely and evenly dispersed in the solution, presenting a captivating red color.

Without a doubt, a precious potion capable of extending lifespan by fifteen years was successfully concocted...

Chapter 0589 That Set of Clothes

"Uh...that's it?" Elizabeth blinked blankly and asked.

Clearly, she couldn't comprehend the dramatic transformation between matter and energy that had occurred in just a few minutes, nor could she see the bright crystals that formed after the essence of life was infused into the potion in another form.

Zhang Cheng carefully sealed his mouth, smiled and nodded: "That's right! So, tell me what you've learned?"

"No, I didn't learn anything. Oh well, this thing seems a bit too difficult for beginners. I'll just go back and start from the basics." The girl shrugged helplessly.

Since awakening her witch bloodline, she has only barely learned to use her mind to move objects weighing no more than 20 kilograms up and down. Occasionally, she can release a mental impact powerful enough to send an adult male flying in a short period of time. Apart from that, she has made no further progress.

"Don't worry, I believe you have a lot of talent, it's just that it hasn't shown up yet." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng reached out and gently stroked the magic patterns that appeared and disappeared on his girlfriend's cheek.

It is important to know that facial markings one is born with are a sign of being favored by magical energy, and also signify great power.

Looking back at the history of the underworld, it's easy to see that every witch who developed facial markings upon awakening her bloodline ultimately achieved accomplishments unimaginable to ordinary witches.

Moreover, he could sense that these facial markings contained a combination of magical symbols he had never seen before. Perhaps the source of the bloodline of the Desire Witch Catherine was a lesser demon king or a true demon king.

"Are you sure this isn't just a consolation?" Elizabeth tilted her head, seemingly a little unconvinced.

"Comfort? No, of course not, I promise. Oh, by the way, you've been resting at home for over half a month. You'd better find a high school to attend as soon as possible, otherwise the fake guardian information arranged by Polman might be exposed." Zhang Cheng carefully put away the longevity potion and reminded him with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Elizabeth immediately replied with a pained expression, "Don't worry, I've already found a school, and I can probably start school tomorrow."

"Oh? Which high school?" A hint of surprise appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

After all, in his memory, his girlfriend was a complete "academic failure." Not to mention science and engineering subjects like math, physics, and chemistry, she could barely pass English reading and writing. She had absolutely no interest in studying and had wasted most of her time doing odd jobs and earning money since she was thirteen.

“St. Jonas High School! The public high school I used to attend.” As Elizabeth said this, she looked up and watched her boyfriend’s reaction with a nervous expression.

After all, anyone who isn't a fool understands how polarized American education is. Expensive private high schools are the real places to cultivate top talents, implementing genuine elite education. In terms of both teaching staff and the strictness of management, they are no less than, and may even be stronger than, China's top high schools.

As for public high schools that supposedly implement "happy education," they are basically no different from training grounds for scumbags.

Excluding a few exceptional cases, most public high schools are located in poor neighborhoods, and one-fifth of the students have a thick criminal record even before graduation. The sale of illegal narcotics and firearms on campus and promiscuity are commonplace. Even teachers sometimes need to carry a gun for self-defense to feel a little safe.

In such an environment, let alone studying diligently, one would be considered a true "good kid" if they didn't end up in a gang after graduation.

Elizabeth was undoubtedly well aware of these things, which is why she appeared so guilty.

"Can you give me a reason?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows and questioned.

Although he didn't try to read the girl's memories, he could tell from her reactions that St. Jonas High School was definitely not a good school.

"Hmm... I have many friends over there, is that a good reason?" Elizabeth tentatively inquired.

"friend?"

“Yes! Friends! Almost all my friends from elementary school to middle school are there. Besides, I’m rich now and I plan to go back and show off. You know how vanity is for young girls…” Elizabeth winked playfully.

Zhang Cheng stared into his girlfriend's eyes for a full minute before finally nodding: "Alright, I won't interfere with your choices in principle. But there's one thing: don't easily reveal your identity as a witch, or you might have to say goodbye to all your old friends. The council isn't some kind of charity. Ordinary people who know about the underworld only have two choices: either integrate or become targets for erasure."

To be honest, he could understand the girl's desire to return to her familiar environment. He also understood that after experiencing the chaos of bloodline awakening, she still harbored a lingering fear deep down. Coupled with the inevitable competitive and boastful mentality that comes with youth, this choice was not surprising.

“OK! I know the rules! To express my gratitude, I’ve decided to wear that outfit tonight,” Elizabeth said, licking her lips and hinting in a seductive voice.

"Oh?! That set? Are you sure!" Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up slightly as he looked the girl up and down, his gaze revealing a strong sense of aggression.

"Haha! I knew you'd been waiting for this! Just wait, tonight your wish will come true..."

After saying that, Elizabeth gave him a meaningful look, then turned and skipped back upstairs to prepare.

Although the two had already tried many fun things together, the thought of the striking visual impact of that outfit still made her feel a little shy and embarrassed.

Watching his girlfriend disappear at the end of the stairs, Zhang Cheng smiled and muttered to himself, "Great! Looks like I'm in for a treat tonight! But before that, I need to send this thing out."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly!

Snapped!

moment!

A bird made entirely of magical energy appeared out of thin air, landed steadily on the table, and stared wide-eyed, awaiting its master's command.

"Go! Take this to a villa in Venice Beach, Los Angeles, with a black obelisk standing there."

"Haw!"

The magic bird let out a melodious call to indicate that it understood, then picked up the longevity potion, swallowed it, and took off flying straight westward.

Based on its flight speed, it should be delivered to Speaker Cosmo in about a week to two weeks.

However, if something unexpected happens in the middle, it's hard to say.

Zhang Cheng chose to use the magic bird because he was hoping that someone might intercept the longevity potion along the way.

For him, the benefit of losing the potion en route was far greater than the benefit of delivering it directly; it would be best if it caused a huge uproar in the underworld.

The more people are driven mad by the desire to prolong their lives, the more valuable he, the alchemist capable of concocting longevity potions, becomes…

Chapter 0590 American Version of Returning Home in Glory

The next morning, Elizabeth yawned and slowly climbed out of the soft bed. She looked in the mirror at the large hickeys and bruises on her body, as well as "that outfit" that was almost torn to shreds. A faint blush appeared on her face.

She never expected that her boyfriend, who usually gave people a rational and calm impression, would suddenly transform into a beast, giving her two whole hours of wildness and excitement, which still makes her feel hot all over when she thinks about it now.

Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to savor the moment. She bent down and kissed Zhang Cheng on the cheek before rushing into the bathroom to shower and change.

About fifteen minutes later, the girl picked up her schoolbag and a breakfast prepared by an invisible servant, got into the most beautiful sports car in the garage, started the engine, and sped away along the road.

For her, today not only meant a new day, but also the chance to meet with old friends and take the opportunity to teach her old enemies a lesson.

Don't assume that the idea of ​​"not returning home in wealth and honor is like wearing embroidered clothes at night" only exists in the East.

On the contrary, it is equally popular in the Western world.

In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, American nouveau riche were obsessed with the bloodline of the British aristocracy, either marrying their sons to a noblewoman or marrying their daughters to British men; the latter numbered more than two hundred.

The BBC even made a historical documentary called "Million Dollar Ladies" to tell their stories, including Winston Churchill's mother, Jenny Jerome, and Princess Diana's great-grandmother, Frances Walker...

Of course, behind this lies a complex web of relationships and exchanges involving money, power, and social status.

However, given Elizabeth's relatively simple way of thinking, she hasn't considered that much yet; it's simply a matter of the most primal human need deep in her subconscious—a desire to be recognized by more people.

Obviously, as a girl from a slum, it's impossible for her to gain the recognition and acceptance of children from wealthy families.

Because the two sides have huge differences in behavior, habits and values, and that strict hierarchy is not something that can be entered by suddenly becoming rich overnight.

Although the United States is outwardly a thoroughly capitalist country, the amount of wealth is not entirely equivalent to social status, and money alone does not represent wealth.

Often, a wealthy person's influence is not measured by their net worth, but by their control over a particular industry and the importance of that industry.

Take the U.S. steel industry as an example. Although the profits of the three major steel companies have been declining since the restructuring, and many subsidiaries have been laying off employees and going bankrupt, their market value is only about three billion dollars, which is less than that of a large Internet company.

However, the major shareholders of these companies still wield influence throughout all aspects of the country, leaving more than 90% of internet companies with a market value of over 100 million yuan far behind.

After all, steel is a pillar of a country and the foundation of military and materials technology. As long as US government officials don't collectively lose their minds, they will never allow their steel industry to collapse or go bankrupt.

Similarly, if a person only has money, he will never be accepted by the American high society, and may even encounter various difficulties, fraud, or even kidnapping and extortion.

In the eyes of capitalists, such people are just fattened pigs who deserve to be torn to pieces and devoured.

To some extent, Elizabeth, who possesses over thirty million, nearly forty million, is currently a very plump little lamb.

Since inheriting Catherine's estate, he has made over forty house calls or phone calls selling financial and investment schemes riddled with traps.

Fortunately, she had already witnessed the wickedness of human nature and preferred to keep her money in the bank rather than invest in things she was unfamiliar with.

With a cheerful mood, the girl parked her sports car right in front of the school gate, jumped out, and shouted at the young black man standing in front of a run-down repair shop across the street, "Jefferson! Watch my car for me! Remember, if a tire is missing when I come back, you'll be in big trouble."

"Shit! You...you're Elizabeth?!" The young black man, referred to as Jefferson, gaped in astonishment.

“That’s right! Buddy! I’m back! So, are you happy to see me?” Elizabeth tossed her cascading blonde hair.