Transcending the Magic Era: The Supreme Female Archmage

While waiting for Puyang Minghui to return, Chu Qiuchi was not idle. She picked up the bottle of mutation potion again and carefully smelled its aroma.

Suddenly, she raised an eyebrow, sensing a familiar scent. Uncertainly, she brought the bottle closer and sniffed gently; the familiar fragrance wafted back once more. A jolt ran through her; she finally recognized the aroma—Cloud Mist Grass.

She was intimately familiar with this magical herb, Cloud Breath Grass. She had once used it to create the Illusion Potion, and its unique fragrance was etched deeply into her mind. It was a refreshing yet slightly sweet scent—undoubtedly Cloud Breath Grass.

She closed her eyes, lost in thought, recalling the effects and uses of the Cloud Breath Grass. This potion itself didn't have a powerful effect, but when used in combination with other potions, it could harmonize the properties of the potions, allowing them to blend together better and thus enhance their efficacy.

However, she discovered a special use for this potion—when used in combination with the Illusion Flower, it can influence and change the fluctuations of magical power within the body.

By adjusting the frequency and intensity of the fluctuations, she could achieve the effects of confusion and interference. Her illusion potion was developed based on this principle.

Remembering what Long Yueze had said about the mixed auras of those people, it seems this is the effect of the Cloud Mist Grass and the Illusionary Demon Flower. However, if the fluctuations of magic power within my body are continuously stimulated and amplified, I wonder if it might trigger some kind of mutation?

She pondered for a moment, then shook her head and chuckled softly. It shouldn't be; after all, this was the result of years of research by an eighth-level alchemist—it wasn't something she could easily guess.

However, she was unaware that the truth was not far away. Just as she was lost in these thoughts, Puyang Minghui finally returned.

She quickly composed herself and looked up to ask, "Minghui, how did it go? Did you get anything out of them?"

Puyang Minghui nodded solemnly, "I found out. Grandpa's friend was named Huo Heng. He had an accident forty years ago. It is said that the reason for his accident was that he was missing a few super-grade magic potions while preparing to break through to the eighth level of alchemy. Someone told him that he had seen those magic potions in the Aris Forest, so he and his friend went to collect them, but unfortunately they were besieged by the Poisonous Wolf Clan. He never returned after that."

Upon hearing this, Chu Qiuchi frowned. "Huo Heng was preparing to break through to the eighth level at the time. The fact that he chose to personally go to the Aris Forest to collect medicinal herbs shows that his desire for top-grade magic potions had reached its peak."

"He hasn't come back? How can you be sure he's dead and not just missing?" Chu Yichen asked, puzzled.

Puyang Minghui lowered her head, thought for a moment, and replied, "Commander Jimo said that after my grandfather heard the news, the two of them went to the scene of the incident to investigate. They did find traces of a fight and also found Huo Heng's belongings. As you know, when we magicians die, our bodies dissipate into the world, and only the items in our spiritual space remain. It was because my grandfather and the others found these belongings that they concluded that Huo Heng had passed away."

Nalan Xingyao then asked, "What about the friend who went with him? Did he die too?"

“Uncertain!” Puyang Minghui shook his head, his expression somewhat complicated. “The commander of Jimo said that they did not find that friend’s belongings at the time, but that person has not appeared for many years.”

Chu Qiuchi's brow twitched, suddenly finding the situation even more perplexing: "This is interesting. Two people were ambushed together; one is dead, and the other has disappeared. What about the person who delivered the message about the potion to Huo Heng? Could he be dead too?"

Puyang Minghui shook his head, then nodded: "General Jimo said that after the incident, they went to find that person. He was still alive, and only said that he did not intentionally lead them there. However, not long after, we heard that he also had an accident and died."

"If it wasn't intentional, then it was deliberate!" Chu Yichen crossed his arms and sneered as he quietly replied.

Nalan Xingyao glanced at him, then looked at Puyang Minghui again: "Is the news about the magic potion true or false?"

“It’s true!” Puyang Minghui nodded again. “Because the news was true, Grandpa and the others didn’t investigate it further at the time and treated it as an accident.”

Chu Yichen looked at her thoughtfully, then turned to the others: "It does sound reasonable. However, I still think there might be something else going on behind this; it's too much of a coincidence."

"His death may not have been an accident," Ji Moyu said calmly.

"I don't know!" Puyang Minghui shrugged, his tone tinged with helplessness. "The commander of Jimo and the others didn't investigate the matter any further."

"Forty years ago?" Chu Qiuchi muttered to himself, "If he hadn't died, then it makes perfect sense from a timeline perspective!"

"Huh? Qiu Chi, what do you mean by a reasonable time?" Pu Yangminghui asked, somewhat puzzled.

Chu Qiuchi gathered his thoughts, a flash of realization crossing his eyes: "We discussed this while you were away. If the Holy Maiden's child drank the same mutated potion as this one, then the research time for this potion must have been over twenty years. Forty years ago, Huo Heng had an accident when he was breaking through to the eighth level of alchemy. If he hadn't died then, wouldn't this timeline fit perfectly?"

Puyang Minghui frowned in thought: "But he's dead!"

Ji Moyu replied casually, "Not necessarily."

Chu Qiuchi glanced at Ji Moyu, a smug smile curving her lips, feeling a little smug: You dog of a man, you know again!

"What kind of riddles are you playing?" Chu Yichen asked, confused and bewildered.

Just as Nalan Xingyao was about to explain, Chu Yichen immediately made a pause gesture: "Don't say it, I want to think for myself, otherwise it will make me look like I have a low IQ."

Puyang Minghui, who was also confused and accidentally injured, glared at him angrily.

Nalan Xingyao looked at the two of them with amusement.

Chu Qiuchi glanced at Chu Yichen and shook his head helplessly. He saw Chu Yichen scratching his ears and cheeks, frowning deeply, making eight hundred small movements every minute.

Noticing everyone's gaze, Chu Yichen immediately feigned seriousness: "Don't say anything, let me think about it myself."

Nalan Xingyao couldn't help but smile: "Well, you can think about it yourself. We're not in a hurry."

"Haha, if you can't figure it out, you can call for help from outside the venue. I won't laugh at you, hahahahaha..."

Chu Yichen looked at Chu Qiuchi, who was grinning with wide eyes, with a black line on his face. "Sis, next time before you say something like that, learn from Xingyao and manage your expression, thank you!"