Imperial Crown.

Chapter 641 Refining Divinely Bestowed Potions
Rumble

When everything returned to calm...

Patty, lying on the ground, finally raised her head, her red lips parted into an "O" shape, wide enough to swallow a perfectly cooked salted duck egg. Her beautiful eyes were filled with utter astonishment! As a dignified third-tier alchemist, she was shocked not only by Raven's power but also by the miracle before her eyes!
A Tier 3 magical plant has just been promoted to a Tier 5 magical plant?!
Considering Raven's past record of always escaping danger, could the master really be a legendary deity?

"A reincarnation of a deity...?"

Petty subtly stroked her lower abdomen, no wonder she had such difficulty conceiving. She'd heard that dragons, elves, Titans… such powerful races were inherently very difficult to conceive with. The offspring of gods all carried divine blood, making it impossible for ordinary people to unite with them.

At this moment, she seemed somewhat relieved. She also resolved a knot in her heart that had been there for many years.

Lingling, however, understood nothing, only vaguely sensing its owner's happiness, and immediately let out a lewd "Hehehehe" laugh. It was like Patrick Star drooling profusely. Its innocent laughter was completely devoid of any intelligence.

"tsk"

Gazing at the fifth-tier magical plant that had begun to faintly glow, Raven clicked his tongue in a mixture of satisfaction and heartache. Inside the Blood Ring, only one blood bead, transformed from the seventh-tier, nine-star Crouch, remained… The price paid was undeniably heavy.

Strictly speaking, since it's below the eighth tier, the magical plant before us cannot be called the World Tree, the Astral Bone Tree, or the Elven Sacred Tree... it can only be called the fifth-tier [Dewdrop Maple]. However, the Jade Root Peach is, after all, a direct descendant of the World Tree, and its effects and functions are similar. So calling it the World Tree doesn't seem to be a big problem.

slam-la-

Raven flicked his wrist, sending out hundreds of fourth-tier magic crystals that shattered and fell beneath the World Tree.

Thus, as time goes by, this magic field will naturally be upgraded to a fourth-tier magic field... or even a fifth-tier magic field.

The demonic plant has undergone a complete transformation, turning entirely blood red—hence its name, Dewdrop Maple. However, its overall size remains unchanged. Like the Demon Field, it requires the passage of time to truly grow into a colossal fifth-tier demonic plant.

If Raven is proficient in the "Law of Time," he might be able to "force growth" the seedlings.

“Patty,” “Go and bring the Wisdom Net from the Magic Well. It can be embedded in this tree.”

Raven pondered for a moment, but when he turned around, he was immediately shocked. "Huh???" "Why are you two kneeling on the ground?!" "Get up, get up!" Raven said, quickly reaching out to help Patty up. She was not young, and Raven had long considered her like family.

The Wisdom Magic Network is the core of the Skyhawk Platform, and Raven's advancement of this tree to the fifth tier was precisely to use it as a magic well. It would be sufficient to encompass the entire northwestern three provinces. Although it would cause some damage to the magic plant, this was unavoidable.

Even a powerful elven empress like Daiyunyi lives in a cave within the World Tree. Over time, this damage will naturally become negligible.

"oh oh"

Gazing at the fifth-tier magical plant emitting a faint light, Petty was momentarily lost in thought until Raven helped her up, at which point she nodded as if waking from a dream.

A short while later, Petty returned, carefully holding a watermelon-sized spherical object. This object was the Wisdom Magic Network! Its exterior was engraved with complex and obscure magical patterns, and within it, pulses of seven-colored light surged.

Raven dug a hole in the middle of the trunk of the magical plant in front of him, put the object in it, and reactivated it with magic.

After finishing all this, Raven pinched Patty's pert buttocks and said, "Go pick some magical plants. I'm going to brew some potions now."

"Hmm," Petty responded in a barely audible voice, and left with Lingling.

Raven stayed behind to continue testing the new Skyhawk platform.

In the continent of Middlesbrough, everything is based on magic. Live streaming is somewhat like a combination of a mirage and a recording stone. It involves both spatial leaps and temporal calibration. The underlying principles are extremely complex, but in short, it's possible to connect different locations using magic... and enchanted artifacts.

After confirming that there were no problems, Raven hummed a little tune, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the magic field. In an extremely pleasant mood, he began to perform ancestral enhancement on the other magic plants.

After working for several days, they finally flew to their riverside factory.

Why did the champion of the 7th [Raven Arena] only receive 3 million merit points, while the [Arts and Literature Tournament] offered 100 million? Naturally, it's because Raven was absolutely certain of winning. These days, what kind of event is it without some shady dealings? Besides, Raven wasn't unprepared. Let's not even mention the powerful, cello rendition of the Game of Thrones theme. Even if that didn't work, Raven had a backup plan—Kun Ge's "Jasmine."

A song like "Jasmine" would surely sweep the entire continent!

Although it's true that nobles sometimes look a bit clownish when they show their faces in public these days, increased fame is always a good thing.

Upon arriving at the riverside factory, Raven called Poirot over, their first plan being to improve the flavors of the chocolate and octopus-shaped pastries. He'd only prepared some drawings and written descriptions of the flavors before, but something always felt off. No wonder sales weren't great.

"Ah," "So that's where the problem lay."

Guided by Poirot, Raven toured the chocolate-making process and quickly discovered the crux of the matter. In this era, milk was available, so sugar was naturally available as well. It wasn't as backward as one might imagine. It was simply that class consciousness was deeply ingrained. The entire continent of Middlesbrough was similar to a more advanced version of India.

In India, what high technology doesn't exist? But that doesn't stop the caste system from existing.

The key to chocolate making lies in the fermentation, drying, and roasting of cocoa beans… and the “fermentation” step has stumped the locals of Middlesbrough. Indeed, if they could truly master the essence of “fermentation,” then steamed buns, white wine… would have appeared long ago.

Fermentation is further divided into anaerobic fermentation, aerobic fermentation, and post-fermentation treatment.

"The crux of the problem" "lies in" "the key issue"...

Raven shook his head.

Poirot: ...

"During aerobic fermentation, the temperature needs to be strictly controlled below 42 degrees Celsius," Raven said with a smile.

"So that's it."

Poirot nodded.

For the next few days, Raven stayed there, helping Poirot improve the product one by one.

Potato chips, chocolate, pudding, popcorn, rice crackers, cat ear noodles...

As for the cake, they already have it. Unless Raven can make a revolutionary improvement like Angel's Tears, it won't have much of an impact.

Raven invited a group of veteran employees from the factory to taste and compare the improved chocolate, and they all felt that the improved version tasted better.

"Haha," "Work hard," "Sales will definitely explode after the competition starts," "Let's try to earn a small goal first!"

Raven said confidently.

"What is a small goal, sir?" Poirot asked, not understanding.

“One hundred million!” Raven said calmly.

"One hundred million?!" Poirot was startled. "I thought it was one million!" A strange feeling immediately arose in Poirot's heart. He felt that Lord Raven was really putting on an act. One hundred million gold coins was a small goal?! What was the big goal then? One billion?! His words were completely detached from reality.

"Actually, I'm not really interested in money."

Raven seemed to see right through Poirot's thoughts, shaking his head with a sigh. Poirot fell silent. He pressed his plump lips down, trying his best to keep from laughing.

After staying there for a few days, Raven received a message from the communication stone. Petty said that the magical plants were ready.

Raven then took his leave, walked out of the riverside factory, and flew towards the castle.

There was a dedicated alchemist on the fifth floor of the castle. (Alchemists were also present.) When Raven entered the room, Patty, Bucky, Bucky's two apprentices, Lingling, Fiona… they had all been waiting there for quite some time.

Bucky was incredibly old. His back was hunched, making him look like a standing "human-shaped tortoise," leaning on a thin, long, gleaming black cane. His hair and beard were completely white, and his face was covered in brown age spots. He exuded a strong old-age aura. Although he had lived peacefully in Eagle City for the past ten years, and even broken through to the third-tier alchemist level thanks to Raven's help, he couldn't escape the erosion of time. If he had met Raven earlier and broken through to the fourth-tier alchemist level sooner, he might have even lived longer. Upon seeing Raven, Bucky smiled happily, "Lord Raven!!" "I am old and frail, very old..." "But you, sir, still have the same charm as before!"

Before he could finish speaking, tears streamed down his face. He threw himself into Raven's arms, unwilling to let go for a long time. Gone was the arrogance he had when Raven captured him and brought him to Eagle Territory.

"Time flows like a song," "Time is like water..."

Raven gently patted his back to comfort him. Actually, Raven had also intended to enhance Bucky's abilities by calling him over this time.

Bucky sobbed uncontrollably for a long time before finally letting go of Raven. He was overwhelmed with grief, as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

"Lingling, take these two people out for a moment."

Seeing Bucky's current state, he was too excited to learn much, so Raven had to change his plans and focus on strengthening Bucky first. He then had Lingling take the two apprentices away. Without a word, Raven took out three fourth-tier magic cores and used them to strengthen the physiques of Bucky, Fiona, Petty, and others.

Bucky was being enhanced for the first time, and the effects were the best. He immediately felt his body brimming with vitality; his back pain and leg soreness disappeared. Even his mind became clear. He threw down his cane and could even jump around a few times without staggering.

"Godfather Raven!" "Bucky swears by his heart that he will always be loyal to you!"

Bucky immediately knelt on the ground and began kowtowing repeatedly.

"Alright, alright," Raven said, waiting for him to finish his greeting before telling him to stand up. He then called for Lingling to come in, leaving Bucky's two apprentices outside the door. The only reason these two had come along was because of Bucky's mobility issues.

"Next," I will concoct three potions. "You must keep your eyes wide open and carefully observe every detail."

Lei Wensu said in a solemn voice.

All four nodded in agreement.

The difference between brewing potions and alchemy isn't that significant. Alchemy requires fire, a furnace, and spiritual plants. Brewing potions, on the other hand, requires fire, a magical cauldron, and magical plants.

Alchemy equipment is an enchanted creation that integrates functions such as controlling the temperature, grade, stability, and size of flames, as well as extraction, distillation, skinning, pressing, crushing, stirring, and so on.

However, none of this was a problem for Raven, who was now a fifth-tier mage with a mental strength of six tiers. The magical flames he exhaled were not only of the correct tier, but also more stable.

As mentioned before, alchemists, or so-called alchemists, are equivalent to alchemists in fantasy novels. They are extremely sensitive and compatible with all magical elements. Their only drawback is that they cannot cultivate magic. This awkward situation is caused by a problem with the "spiritual power" between their eyebrows. For example, a normal person who breaks through to the second-tier mage will generate two magical vortexes. However, they only have one throughout their lives, although it will gradually increase in size.

This explains why they are called "doctors" and are natural-born pharmacists—because they have an affinity for all elements. It's equivalent to the five elemental roots in the cultivation world! No! Even stronger than the five elemental roots! It's the five elemental roots plus all other elemental roots! Otherwise, a normal mage would be completely ignorant of magical elements they are not sensitive to. Secondly, it explains why they need alchemical equipment to assist in concocting potions—again, because their own mental strength is not strong enough.

Take Petty, for example. She's a water mage with an affinity for the Azure Wave element. She can't absorb or control large amounts of fire element. It's a very simple principle.

"Tier 3 Blazing Phoenix Flower...Tier 3 Tourmaline Moss...Tier 3 Night-Shining Lotus...Tier 3 Lion's Mane Soul Stone..."

These are the main ingredients for refining the divinely bestowed potion.

Raven took out the magic cauldron and began heating it with magical flames. Simply put, potion making involves four steps: processing the magical plant, controlling the heat, boiling the potion, and fusing and solidifying it.

The two steps of processing the magical plant and fusing and shaping it are the simplest. Both magic apprentices and novice magicians can learn them.

The most difficult part is controlling the heat and brewing the medicine. It requires extremely strong mental strength and concentration.

The heat level is categorized into four levels: grade, high heat, low heat, and medium heat. Different magical plants, different stages of potion refining... all require different heat levels.

Brewing potions requires controlling the order and quantity of different magical plants added to the pot. Simply put, it's like preparing a dish—how many grams of salt, how many grams of sugar, how many grams of MSG…

Although Raven hadn't concocted many potions, his magical skill was undeniable! It's like an adult who might not immediately recall the multiplication table, but if asked to memorize it, they wouldn't find it as difficult as they did as a child! Many people, as adults, find those perplexing school problems easily solved without a teacher. That's the same principle.

For a fifth-tier mage, crafting a third-tier potion, with the help of the Eye of Truth, is as simple as a math Olympiad professor creating a multiplication table. As long as one isn't too careless, there's basically no difficulty. A perfect score is the expected result.

Raven didn't need to handle the processing of the potion himself.

Bucky, Fiona, Patty... even Lingling started to learn and do it too.

After they finished, the magic cauldron was almost heated up. Raven began to add magical plants into it according to the recipe for the divinely bestowed potion. Speaking of which, the recipe for this divinely bestowed potion was given to him by the Elf Empress Daiyunyi. However, the level was too high, and Raven only planned to practice with a third-tier one for now. Mainly because he didn't have any fifth-tier magical plants...

Once I've mastered it, I can refine a fifth-tier divine potion for my daughter.

Raven's eyes gleamed with golden light as he meticulously followed the recipe step by step to refine the potion.

After working for about 3-4 hours, the first batch of potion was successfully brewed. The whole process was smooth and uneventful, though somewhat tedious and boring.

This batch should yield at least five bottles of Tier 5 Divine Gift Potions.

After finishing all this, Raven had the four of them start recording their thoughts and notes. He also sat cross-legged and rested for a while.

To reiterate—the matter is complex, but not difficult. We must be cautious and not take it lightly.

If he succeeds in refining the divine potion on his first try and makes Raven arrogant, then what awaits him is inevitable failure next time.

An hour later, everyone had finished recording their thoughts, and Raven reviewed them one by one like a teacher.

"Hmm," "Not bad," "All good"

Raven nodded approvingly, "Especially Lingling, she was exceptionally meticulous. She recorded more details than others." "It's just that her handwriting is fucking awful." "It's comparable to mine!"

Next, there are two other types of medicine.

One is a Tier 3 – the Frostbite Potion. The other is a Tier 3 – the Mother of the Battle Potion.

……

Three days later.

Raven and the others finally filed out of the alchemy room. Although they all looked visibly exhausted, their beaming expressions were impossible to hide.

……

(End of this chapter)