Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 113 Path and Connection
A section of "Radiant Dust Wood Root" emitting a faint glow is priced at fifteen gold coins.

A "Petrified Lizard Magic Core" the size of a pigeon egg is priced at forty-two gold coins.

Zellier shook his head.

The price is outrageous! If these materials are ruined during refining, the loss will be substantial.
Back at the Nightflower Inn, Zellir couldn't wait to set everything out on the table and begin his first attempt at potion making.

He first unfolded the parchment scroll that recorded the structure of the technique.

Just like when he was learning new magic before, Zellier slowly infused his mental energy into it.

Although the Artifact Evolution technique cannot analyze the structure of the spells required to refine potions, it is still very useful in understanding circuits.

With a sweep of his mental energy, Zelier's technique automatically imprinted the fusion circuit into his mind, the memory remaining remarkably clear.

He skimmed through it and sensed the difference between the structure of potions and the structure of magic.

The structure of a magical spell emphasizes a complete cycle, from the initial input of magical power to the final output.

The spell structure of potions is relatively simpler, focusing mainly on the fusion part in the middle.

With the theoretical phase complete, the most crucial step now is practice!

Zeril first poured some water into the copper basin, then raised the Nightingale Wand.

First try.

He placed the calming flower and the earth root grass in front of him and began to perform the extraction technique.

A soft green light shone, and the two ingredients visibly lost their vitality.

The petals of the calming flower quickly turned grayish-white and curled up, like a dried specimen.

The thick rhizomes of the ground stalk quickly shriveled up, losing all their moisture.

At the same time, two wisps of light were successfully separated, one a tranquil blue and the other a heavy yellowish-brown, which floated quietly in mid-air.

"Excellent, first step successful!"

Zellier was overjoyed and immediately began to guide the two clumps of essence, trying to gather them into the spring water in the copper basin.

However, the moment the blue light mist came into contact with the yellow light mist, a strong repulsive reaction suddenly occurred!

"puff!"

A muffled thud was heard, and the two spheres of essence annihilated each other in mid-air before they even had a chance to touch the water.

A foul-smelling wisp of smoke rose up, causing Zellier to sneeze several times.

He quickly opened the window to ventilate the room.

It failed.
Returning to the table, Zellier frowned and began to carefully review every detail of what had just happened.

"Was the fusion process done in the wrong order?"

"No... the order is correct, it should be a problem with the rhythm of guiding the magic..."

The essence of different kinds of plants will naturally repel each other, and it is by no means a simple matter to perfectly blend them together.

"Then, if we just be more careful from now on, that should be fine, right?"

Soon, Zellier began his second attempt.

This time, Zellir learned his lesson and became much more careful in guiding the fusion of the two essences.

Use the extraction technique again to draw out the essence from the calming flower and the earth root grass, then slowly wave the Nightingale to let them slowly blend together.

however.

"boom"

Just like before, the moment the two plant essences met, they exploded with blue smoke and then were completely destroyed.

"Damn it, I was so close..." Zellier scratched his head in frustration.

After reviewing the details again, Zellier began one last attempt.

Extraction technique, stripping away the essence!

This time, the fusion of Night-blooming Flower and Earth Root Grass essence did not fail.

The two different colors of essence intertwine to create a rather dreamlike visual effect.

However, perhaps because his mental focus was not yet strong enough, Zellir poured the essence of the mixture into the water a little too quickly.

Instead of blending gently with the essence as expected, the clear water surface churned violently as if boiling oil had been poured into it.

Dense, murky bubbles rose upwards with a "glug-glug" sound, as the plant essences that should have neutralized each other in the water clashed violently.

The soft green light was quickly eroded by an ominous gray-black, and the entire basin of water became viscous and murky.

"Is it going to explode?"

Zellier's heart tightened, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, simultaneously activating his misty veil. A moment later, with a soft "sizzle," the basin of water completely transformed into a basin of foul-smelling, swampy waste liquid.

Three chances, three sets of materials, all wasted.

Zellier dispersed the mist and walked dejectedly to the table.

Looking at the empty material bag and the failed product, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his heart bleeding.

Three whole gold coins gone, just like that, it's really heartbreaking.
Even if one masters the fusion technique at an extraordinary speed, there are still many precautions to take when refining potions.

Zelilier shook his head slightly.

The precision and complexity of this skill far exceeded his imagination.

Unfortunately, there were no shortcuts to take; the only option was to pave the way with medicinal herbs and try again and again.

My own savings are really starting to run out...

night.

Drunk Wild Boar Tavern.

It was still the same familiar hustle and bustle, with the air filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the rich scent of ale.

The members of Marcus's team sat around a wooden table.

"Monster hunting...? Is that even possible?" Vales wiped his scimitar and looked up curiously after hearing what Zellier had said.

"I vaguely remember someone mentioning it before..."

Gray munched on a crispy roasted pork rib while frowning and trying to recall.

"It seems there is indeed such a saying. Every autumn, those monks who usually stay at home have to come out and stretch their muscles."

"some."

Marcus knows more about this kind of information.

"Every year after the autumn harvest, the Mage Guild organizes a monster hunt. To put it bluntly, it's mainly to let those new mages see blood."

He took a big gulp of beer, the foam covering his stubble, and continued.

"In addition to members of the Mage Guild, the team will also recruit many experienced adventurers from the Adventurers' Association at high salaries to protect them and ensure their safety."

"Yes."

Zellier said, "My mentor has informed me that I won't be able to go on missions with you for the next period of time."

"it's a pity."

Vales looked regretful. "The team will be missing a powerful damage dealer soon."

Marcus felt the same way.

Without Zellir, they'll have to think twice before taking on lower-level two-star missions.

"By the way..."

Gray seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lighting up. "Since the Mage's Guild is recruiting adventurers to join us... what about the pay?"

"I can only imagine, it must be very generous."

Vales began in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Everyone knows that mages are the richest group in the entire continent of Candia. The reward for being a bodyguard for those precious young masters and ladies in their guild is naturally substantial."

"Besides the generous reward, it's said that all equipment damage during the mission is covered, and if you get injured, you can receive timely healing from a mage," Marcus added.

"Then why don't we participate in this monster hunt?" Gray's eyebrows shot up, and he immediately became excited.

"Forget it."

Marcus poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"This kind of job, which is considered a top-tier cushy job, is extremely competitive. The recruitment notices are basically not made public, so it's not up to outsiders like us who don't have connections."

As he spoke, Marcus's voice suddenly lowered.

Gray's expression grew increasingly excited.

Even Vales realized something.

All three of them turned their gazes toward Zellier without prior arrangement.

"What? Cough cough"

Zellier was eating his barbecue when he was simultaneously locked onto by three menacing gazes, which almost made him choke.

Zellier quickly grabbed the beer and took a big gulp.

(End of this chapter)