Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 5 The Necromancer Society, Qi Refining Level 2!

"Hongmeng, bring up my data!"

Lifespan: 70↑

Strength: 2.03↑

Spirit: 2.3↑

Mana: 1.1↑

Cultivation Technique: Ancient Tree Longevity Technique (Level 1, 1%+)
Cultivation Realm: First Level of Qi Refining

Wizard Rank: First-Level Wizard Apprentice

Ronan wasn't training, but an upward arrow still appeared after the values.

"It seems that having the natal longevity wood is equivalent to being able to cultivate even while idling."

"If I cultivate on my own, the speed at which my attributes improve will be even faster!"

Ronan put the small piece of his natal longevity wood back into his waist pouch.

According to the "Ancient Tree Longevity Technique", if the tree of one's destiny has grown fine roots, it can be planted in the soil.

In this way, one can absorb more spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

"The selection of soil and the acquisition of ripening agents need to be put on the agenda."

"I have AI that can study magical plant science and potion science on its own..."

"But wizarding knowledge is strictly controlled, unlike in my previous life, where I could obtain a lot of knowledge in libraries and online."

"I wonder if Paul has any connections..."

……

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Two weeks later, Ronan was sitting cross-legged on his bed cultivating when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who?"

Ronan finished his practice, opened his eyes, and asked a question.

"I am Paul!"

A man's voice came from outside the door.

"Squeak~"

Ronan got out of bed, walked through the living room, and opened the door.

Outside the door stood a man with brown curly hair, about the same age as him.

Tall and thin, with faint freckles on both cheeks.

This is Paul Wilson.

Ronan met him during the aptitude test at the Kingdom Wizarding Academy.

After the test, Ronan failed to be selected with a "C-level" qualification, while Paul entered the academy with a "A-level" qualification.

Paul was a fallen nobleman's son, whose family did not have enough money to support his wizarding practice.

So, the young man started making money through shady means.

"Hey, Ronan!"

After Paul greeted him, Ronan let him in and locked the door.

"Ronan, how's your training going? I heard you bought a piece of the Silmaril root," Paul asked as he entered the room.

"It's alright..." Ronan sighed.

In fact, with the assistance of his natal Wood of Longevity, his magical power was already quite strong.

But Paul couldn't sense it.

The ancient tree's longevity power is close to that of heaven and earth and nature; unless deliberately revealed, it is difficult for others to sense.

Unlike those high-level wizards, whose magical power, if not deliberately concealed, is as intense as the sun.

Even though Paul was only a first-level wizard apprentice, Ronan could still feel a sense of magical pressure emanating from him.

“It’s nothing.” Paul patted Ronan on the shoulder, then his expression turned slightly serious: “Has anyone else contacted you these past few days?”

“No, what happened?” Ronan asked.

"That's good." Paul breathed a sigh of relief and found a chair to sit down.
"Recently, an organization called the 'Necromancer' has emerged in the capital."

"They approached many people who failed the wizard aptitude test."

"The Necromancers claim that by joining them and practicing necromancy, one can gain power far greater than that of those who study at the academy."

"Perhaps they weren't lying."

"However, practicing necromancy will definitely come at an extremely heavy price." "Some necromancers, although they gain great power, will have their flesh and blood fall off, and they will become skeletons themselves."

"Ronan, I know you crave power, but you don't want to become a skeleton, do you?"

"If they come to you in the future, you must never agree to their request."

As he spoke, Paul's eyes swept across Ronan's room, then he opened the wine jug on the table and sniffed it:

"Why is there no fine wine, fruit, or pastries in your room?"

"But he doesn't look like a nobleman at all."

Suddenly, he looked at Ronan:

"You didn't spend money to buy witchcraft, did you? Why didn't you come to me?"

"Could it be that you think my sorcery book is too expensive? But you should know that the sorcery in the academy is far superior to that in the black market."

As Paul chattered on, Ronan sat down in his chair, picked up the wine jug, poured the pale purple wine into his glass, and took a big gulp.

“I didn’t buy any witchcraft, but I do need your help with something.” Ronan licked the wine from his lips and put down his glass.
"I want to study magic plant science and potion making. I wonder if you can help me find a teacher."

"Oh?"

Paul raised an eyebrow:
"Your wizarding aptitude is lacking, but studying botanicals and potion-making will certainly allow you to go further on the path of wizarding."

"However, when you encounter a step that requires casting spells, you have to find other wizards to cooperate with, which makes you a bit dependent on others."

"However, you can also come to me; I won't charge you too much."

Ronan waved his hand to stop Paul from continuing: "Okay, I understand. Do you have a teacher you can introduce to me?"

Paul picked at his ear: "I'll inquire at the academy to see which wizards want to earn some extra money. Once I find one, I'll contact you."

After glancing around the room again, Paul stood up. "Alright, Ronan, I'm off. If you'd like to buy me a glass of the new mead from Wild Deer Bar, I'd be happy to oblige."

“Next time,” Ronan said. “I’ll treat you when you find me a teacher for Potions and Apothecary Studies.”

Paul waved, opened the door himself, and went out.

Ronan's gaze shifted from the doorway back to him as he pondered to himself.

'The Necromancers... why don't they come looking for me? Do they think my aptitude is too low?'

'That necromancerism society is truly despicable...'

I was quite lucky that this organization didn't approach me.

But Ronan felt a little uneasy.

After taking another sip of the slightly sour, light wine, Ronan sat back on the bed and assumed a meditation posture.

The energy particles of the wizarding world, also known as the "spiritual energy of heaven and earth" in the cultivation techniques, gathered towards his body.

'A breakthrough is imminent.'

After cultivating for half a month, with the assistance of his "natal longevity wood", he will break through to the second level of Qi Refining.

About half an hour later, the vibrant green and life-giving longevity energy in Ronan's dantian suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of vitality burst forth from his dantian and flowed throughout his body.

He not only felt refreshed, but also gained some strength in his body.

He immediately summoned the Primordial Chaos and analyzed himself.

Lifespan: 75↑

Strength: 2.9↑

Spirit: 3.4↑

Mana: 2.2↑

Cultivation Technique: Ancient Tree Longevity Technique (Level 1, 51%+)
Cultivation Realm: Qi Refining Level 2

Wizard Rank: First-Level Wizard Apprentice

His cultivation level reached the second stage of Qi Refining.

His lifespan was extended by five years, and his strength, spirit, and magical power all increased.

He looked inward at his dantian and saw the magical power within it had grown considerably, pondering to himself.

'Now, my magical power isn't lacking; I should be able to cast low-level spells.'

'However, I'm more interested in seeing how powerful the spells are in the world of cultivation.'

'I wonder if Guan Fu has found out anything about magic in the world of cultivation?'

(End of this chapter)