Full-Time Magister: The Calamity of Fire, the Emperor's Flame Burns the Heavens

Chapter 18 reminds Han Ji that the Meditation Pill has been created!

"Uncle Zhang, have you managed to interrogate any of the Black Vatican's strongholds?" Hua Yu suddenly asked.

"No, that black-clad cultist refused to submit, so I simply sent him to the fairyland fabricated by their Black Church," Uncle Zhang said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.

Hua Yu felt a little regretful after hearing Uncle Zhang's words, but he would be staying in the ancient capital for a long time and would find the Black Church's stronghold sooner or later.

As for why they didn't seek help from the higher-ups in the ancient capital, it's because that woman, Salang, is too difficult to catch; if you're not careful, she'll slip away.

After all, as the wife of the previous Parthenon Saint Venté, she must have had some life-saving magical artifacts.

Given that woman's insane nature, if she discovers that her plan cannot be completed, she might bring about a catastrophe in the ancient capital ahead of schedule. By then, it will be too late to say anything.

Therefore, Hua Yu would not easily provoke that woman unless absolutely necessary.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll head back now. By the way, where are you staying now?"

"My master owns a property in the ancient capital, and that's where I live now."

Hua Yu nodded after hearing this and left.

Uncle Zhang watched Hua Yu leave, and then disappeared into the street without anyone noticing.

"Ah, finally I can take a vacation!" Uncle Zhang said comfortably as he returned to his residence and lay down on a recliner.

"You're living the good life, aren't you!" a gentle voice came from the side.

Uncle Zhang was not startled by the sudden noise. He calmly lay back in his chair and said, "I knew you would come, Han Ji."

Uncle Zhang seemed to have known all along that Han Ji would definitely come to check, after all, the sudden appearance of a super-level mage in the ancient capital would make any force want to come and investigate.

"It's been many years. You're still as dashing as ever." Han Ji casually found a chair and sat down.

"What brings you to the ancient capital this time? Is it that young man just transferred from the military region, Zhang Long?" Han Ji's sharp gaze was fixed on Uncle Zhang's calm face.

As the president of the Ancient Capital Bell Tower Magic Association, he had to find out the purpose of Zhang Long, this super-level mage, coming to the ancient capital.

"Since you already know, why did you come to ask?" Zhang Long stretched and sat up, his eyes as calm as still water as he looked at Han Ji beside him.

"To put my mind at ease, since I've taken this position, I have to be responsible for this city."

"But I really didn't expect that such a proud person would end up like this," Han Ji said, shaking his head with regret.

“He saved my life. If it weren’t for him, you probably wouldn’t be here to see me now.” Zhang Long’s words were filled with bitterness.

At this moment, the two were testing each other, chatting like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"Just a heads-up, the ancient capital isn't as peaceful as it seems on the surface. There are rats lurking in the shadows, ready to stir up a storm at any moment," Zhang Long warned.

After saying this, Zhang Long disappeared from Han Ji's sight.

He didn't want to have much conversation with his old friend; disappearing from his sight was the best outcome.

When Han Ji heard Zhang Long say this, he was filled with shock and disbelief. He decided to send people to thoroughly investigate the ancient capital when he returned.

He believed that Zhang Long wouldn't say that without reason; it must mean that the dark side of the ancient capital was about to surface.

If any major loss were to occur in the ancient capital, he would certainly be held accountable. Although he is not afraid to take responsibility, he still has to be responsible to the people of the ancient capital.

Han Ji quickly left Zhang Long's residence. He needed to return to the Clock Tower Magic Association as soon as possible to issue the mission.

——————On the other side, Hua Yu also returned to the military region.

In the afternoon, many military mages began their daily training. Hua Yu scanned the area but did not find any trace of Lin Yuan.

"Where is Lieutenant Lin?" Hua Yu asked the crowd.

"Report, Military Intelligence Bureau, Lieutenant Lin hurriedly entered the seclusion room and hasn't come out yet," a military strategist reported, revealing Lin Yuan's whereabouts.

Hua Yu nodded. Since Lin Yuan had already entered the secluded cultivation room, it meant that he had figured things out.

"It seems that my 13th Army will be adding another high-level mage." Hua Yu was very happy as he entered the training room.

He now plans to put his recently researched formula into practice. Theory is just theory; if it cannot be put into practice, it is just a piece of waste paper.

Hua Yu took out the Black Demon Cauldron and began to heat it. As the temperature of the Black Demon Cauldron gradually increased, it stabilized at a suitable temperature.

Hua Yu took out all sorts of herbs from his storage ring.

"Nourishing Grass, Snowy Lingzhi, Spirit-Nourishing Flower, and finally, Snowy Lingzhi Leaf."

One by one, the herbs were thrown into the Black Demon Cauldron by Hua Yu. In the raging fire, the herbs gradually dissolved, and drops of liquid containing pure medicinal power gradually merged together under Hua Yu's lifelike fire control technique.

Hua Yu then carefully placed it in the Black Demon Cauldron to nurture it. As time passed, a fragrant aroma of medicine emanated from the Black Demon Cauldron.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Hua Yu slapped his hands on the Black Demon Cauldron, and the lid of the Black Demon Cauldron instantly popped open, revealing a pitch-black pill in front of Hua Yu.

"Did we fail?" Hua Yu scratched his head and said with some regret.

Hua Yu rallied his forces and took out the medicinal herbs again. This time, Hua Yu refined the pills with meticulous care, beads of sweat slowly trickling down his forehead.

Hua Yu dared not be distracted in the slightest. He was about to face the moment of pill formation, and if he was distracted, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Immediately afterwards, the lid on the Black Demon Cauldron popped open again, and Hua Yu looked at the Black Demon Cauldron with a nervous expression.

A pill, entirely ice-blue with speckled patterns, appeared before Hua Yu's eyes.

"Finally, I succeeded." Hua Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a soft sigh of relief.

Without saying a word, Hua Yu stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Hua Yu closed his eyes, carefully sensing the medicinal power of the pill circulating within his body.

Hua Yu entered a meditative state, and when he opened his eyes again, several hours had passed.

"Not bad, not bad. The efficiency of meditation has increased by about 1.5 times, but the duration is relatively short, only about four or five hours."

Hua Yu was very satisfied with the pills he had refined this time.

Thus, a pill that could enhance meditation efficiency and make cultivation twice as effective was born.

"Hmm, since it can improve meditation efficiency, let's call it Meditation Pill!"

As someone who's terrible at naming things, I couldn't think of any good-sounding and suitable names for medicines, so I just picked a simple name.

It wasn't Hua Yu's 13th Army that was on duty tonight, so Hua Yu planned to refine a few more of this pill tonight.

(End of this chapter)