Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 109: Ailan's Transformation into a Forest Nymph
Ron stared intently at the crucible in front of him, carefully controlling the temperature.

The refining of Yangyan Essence is much more rigorous than that of ordinary Qi and Blood potions. Not only are the materials special, but every step in the refining process needs to be precise to the millimeter.

"The dosage of red phosphorus grass powder is twice as much as that of ordinary Qi and blood potions, but it must be added in three doses, with twelve breaths between each dose..."

Ron muttered the key points of the recipe in a low voice, beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

Even with the professional skills and experience of a potion master, refining this advanced potion is still challenging.

The liquid in the crucible changes color as each ingredient is added, from the initial light yellow, to orange-red, and now to the dark red with a faint golden glow, just like molten metal.

"Ordinary Qi and Blood potions can only promote blood circulation and enhance muscle vitality, but Yangyan Essence is more than that..."

As he carefully stirred the liquid, he recalled Magnus's note next to the recipe:

"The uniqueness of Yangyan Essence lies in its ability to activate the 'yang energy' within the body, providing additional support for those practicing yang-attributed techniques. This is something that ordinary Qi and blood potions cannot achieve."

Ailan stood aside, the vines gently stretched out, and carefully handed over a small bottle filled with starfire stone marrow.

"Thank you, Ailan." Ron took the bottle and smiled gratefully.

He opened the bottle cap and let the shimmering crimson liquid inside drip slowly into the crucible. Each drop would make a slight "sizzling" sound the moment it came into contact with the liquid, and a small cloud of golden steam would emerge.

"Starstone powder is a material not used in ordinary Qi and blood potions. It can guide energy to transform into positive energy."

Ailan's vines spelled out a few words in the air: "Need to increase the heat?"

Ron carefully observed the state of the liquid medicine and shook his head slightly:

"No, the current temperature is just right. If it's too high, it will destroy the activity of the Sun Orchid, and if it's too low, it won't be able to completely fuse the Spark Stone Powder."

Although it was made completely according to Magnus's recipe, Ron still incorporated his own understanding into the details.

For example, the way to cut the rhizome of the sunflower orchid - he did not use the traditional horizontal cutting method, but used an oblique cutting method, which can better preserve the yang energy.

Another thing is that while adding the spark stone powder, he stirred the medicine liquid according to a specific method.

Although this was not written in the recipe, as a professional potion master proficient in potions, he understood that this slight change could make the distribution of yang energy more even.

"The last step..." Ron took a deep breath and picked up the volcanic lizard heart powder.

The moment the heart powder came into contact with the medicine, the liquid in the entire crucible suddenly boiled, making a heart-pounding "hissing" sound, and the golden light became even more dazzling.

Ron didn't panic, but maintained an even rhythm of configuration. His right hand continued to stir, while his left hand used specific gestures to guide the flow of energy. This was also his own improvement and was never written in the recipe.

After a few minutes, the boiling gradually subsided, and the medicine liquid gradually stabilized, eventually presenting an amazing flowing golden color, shining like liquid sunlight.

[Potion Master's special effects are triggered! ]

[Sun Flame Essence Refined Successfully! The Effect is Slightly Higher Than the Original Formula]

[Potion Refining Experience + 2]

"Success!" Ron looked at the bottle of perfect Yangyan Essence in front of him with joy, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He carefully poured the potion into several crystal bottles that had been prepared long ago. Each bottle emitted a faint golden light, as if it contained a small piece of sunshine.

"Ordinary Qi and Blood potions will lose their effectiveness after about ten days at most, but this Yangyan Essence can remain active for at least a month. However, you need to check their condition frequently when you have time."

Ron explained to Ailan beside him while putting labels on each bottle.

Then, he poured the remaining medicine residue into a specially made small basin:
"Ai Lan, these waste residues should contain a lot of nutrients for you. You can absorb them."

The tree spirit nodded slightly, and its roots stretched out towards the pile of medicinal residue that was emitting a faint golden light.

This is not the first time.

In the recent potion-making process, Ron discovered that Ailan seemed particularly fond of absorbing the remaining medicine residue, especially those containing plant essences or energy residues.

What surprised him even more was that after absorbing these medicinal residues, Ailan seemed to begin to undergo some subtle changes.

At first, the changes are subtle—the vines become darker in color, the branches grow tougher, the roots extend farther.

But gradually, changes began to become apparent.

The originally light green skin color became more lustrous, and the vines became more flexible and powerful.

Ailan's figure began to slowly transform into a human form. The trunk of the tree, which was originally just a rough outline, gradually formed a soft outline close to that of a woman.

Its branches are no longer simple plant tissues, but begin to form a texture similar to hair and dresses, with pieces of emerald green leaves intertwined together, like an exquisite green dress.

Ron looked at Ailan absorbing the medicinal residue, thoughtfully.

The vines glow slightly when they come into contact with the medicinal residue, as if they are undergoing some kind of energy conversion.

The magical fluctuations on his body were also much stronger than when he first arrived. It was no longer a weak and passive existence, but had become active and full of rhythm, like a silent song of life.

"Perhaps this is what Magnus meant by his words before he left?"

Ron recalled what the old potion master had said: "Treat it well, and it will give you more in return."

He recalled what he had read in the library about the origins of the Dryads' bloodline. According to legend, the Dryads' ancestors were the "Forest Nymphs" from the Age of Gods.

They are a kind of extraordinary creatures with divinity. They are called "fairies in the forest". Although their combat power is not high, they possess many incredible talents and abilities.

Forest nymphs can communicate with plants, sense the pulse of the earth, and even foresee the future related to nature.

In some ancient texts, forest nymphs are described as followers of the Earth Mother, responsible for maintaining the balance and vitality of the forest. If these legends are true, then perhaps the changes taking place in Ailan are a return to her ancestral form?
"Ai Lan, how...do you feel?" Ron asked tentatively.

Ailan raised her head, and her originally calm eyes seemed to have a hint of intelligence. The vines spelled out the letters in the air:
“It’s warm, like being bathed in sunshine.”

This answer was longer and more emotional than before.

Ron nodded slightly, becoming more certain of his guess.

Ailan is undergoing some kind of transformation, and the energy in the potion waste is the catalyst.

"If these potion waste can produce such an effect, then those more suitable bloodline stimulants..."

However, the other party's changes have been slower and slower recently. Perhaps the energy stimulation at this level of medicinal residue can no longer have much effect on him.

Come to think of it, if the blood concentration of the tree spirit itself was high enough to be easily stimulated, the slave trader would not let him find such a big loophole.

However, at least this transformation proves that the tree spirit has deep bloodline potential that can be tapped...

Ron's thoughts raced, and he began to form ideas in his mind.

Tomorrow, he plans to go to the teaching area to sign up for new courses.

After all, what a person can gain from working in isolation is always limited, and the systematic teaching provided by the school can help him master new knowledge faster.

"Alchemy Practice" and "Element Affinity" are the two courses that interest him most.

With this in mind, Ron refocused his attention on the task at hand.

There are still several customer orders of potions that need to be completed today, and time waits for no one.

………………

The next morning, Ron arrived at the school's teaching area early.

The buildings here are much more magnificent than the dormitory area. The towering stone towers and the suspended corridors connecting the buildings form a spectacular sight.

He took the course list he had compiled earlier and walked towards the registration office.

The center of the teaching area is an octagonal hall. Sunlight shines through the stained glass on the ceiling, forming colorful beams of light.

A huge three-dimensional star map is placed in the center of the hall, and around it are registration desks for various courses.

When Ron walked to the registration area, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure - Holt, a regular customer who had often come to the herbal medicine store when he was a candidate apprentice and was also one of the leaders of the law enforcement team.

At this time, the other party was standing in front of the registration desk for "Advanced Elementology" and handing over the magic stone fragments.

He was wearing the standard dark grey uniform of the law enforcement team, with a special badge representing authority pinned to his waist. He exuded a restrained yet powerful aura.

Noticing Ron's gaze, Holt turned his head, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and then a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and then turned into a look of recognition.

"Potion Master Ron," he took the initiative to come over, a polite smile on his face, his voice low and steady: "I heard that you recently became a professional potion master, it seems the news is true."

"Lord Holt," Ron responded politely, nodding slightly. "Long time no see."

Holt's gaze lingered on the potion master badge on Ron's chest for a moment, then scanned his overall magic fluctuations, as if making some kind of assessment.

"You shouldn't address me like that now."

Holt said softly, "You are already a professional potion master. As far as I know, Master Magnus personally assessed and passed your qualification. In the school system, we are now equal."

Ron was a little surprised by this direct change of attitude, but he soon realized that in a place like the Black Mist Jungle, strength and ability are the key to everything.

Holt is clearly an extremely rational and pragmatic man.

"Okay, I'd like to sign up for the courses 'Alchemy Practice' and 'Elemental Affinity'."

Ron changed his tone and got straight to the point: "Senior Holt, do you know anything about these courses?"

"Coincidentally, I just graduated from the 'Elemental Affinity' course."

Holt said this, taking Ron to the registration desk, his tone carrying a rare gentleness:

"If you want to broaden your knowledge, these two subjects are indeed good choices."

They came to the registration counter for "Alchemy Practice" and the apprentice in charge of registration looked up wearily.

"Name, authority level?" the apprentice asked mechanically.

"Ron Ralph, professional potion master." Ron handed over his badge.

The apprentice's attitude immediately became respectful:

"Potion Master Ron, according to the preferential regulations, the discounted tuition for 'Alchemy Practice' is thirty-five magic stone fragments for one month. Do you have any special requests?"

"No special requests, thank you." Ron replied, taking out the prepared magic stone fragments.

At this moment, Holt suddenly said, "Put him in Mr. Thompson's class."

The apprentice looked hesitantly at the law enforcement badge on Holt's chest, then nodded: "Instructor Thompson's class...Okay, I'll make that arrangement."

When they walked away, Ron looked at Holt in confusion: "Teacher Thompson?"

(End of this chapter)