Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 18: Magical Potion Refreshing Potion
The dark foggy jungle was still shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning, but Ron had already arrived at the herbal medicine store early.

He stared at the mottled wooden door, his mind full of thoughts.

The miserable conditions of Locke and Emily kept appearing in his mind. Everything that happened in the past few days made him toss and turn, but it strengthened his determination to improve his strength.

He looked at the sky and found that it was half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

This caution has become his habit - he dare not gamble on the consequences of being late.

The bronze wind chimes in front of the door made crisp sounds in the breeze. Although the door was closed, he could vaguely catch the unique magical fluctuations of Mrs. Allen.

Ron took a deep breath and knocked gently on the door.

Soon, Mrs. Allen's unique hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in, little one."

The moment I opened the door, all kinds of strange smells hit me in the face.

After a few days of familiarization, Ron was able to identify the characteristics of most of the herbs.

He could distinguish the crispness of evening primrose, the spiciness of snaketooth grass, and some other unique but unnameable flavors.

"You came earlier than the agreed time."

Mrs. Allen stood behind the counter, a hint of approval flashing in her green eyes:
"It seems you are not a lazy person, that's good."

Ron imitated what his etiquette teacher had taught him and performed aristocratic etiquette: "It is my honor to be valued by you, Madam."

"Stop using these useless polite words."

The old witch waved her hand, her eyes becoming sharp as a hawk again: "Let me check your homework first."

Ron nodded and replied immediately:
"Yes, ma'am. I have reviewed the section on invigorating potions in the Basics of Potions three times and have even taken some notes."

As he spoke, he took out a thick notebook from his pocket.

It is densely packed with records of the properties and reaction patterns of various materials, and even some subtle observations are recorded in detail.

Mrs. Allen took the notebook and flipped through it casually, the light in her eyes gradually brightening:

"Interesting. You not only recorded the contents of the book, but also added your own understanding. This idea of ​​connecting spiritual perception with the characteristics of medicinal herbs is quite innovative."

She closed her notebook and stared at Ron with a sharp gaze. "Come with me. I have a lot to teach you today."

The old witch led Ron through the narrow corridor and came to the refining room deep in the shop.

Unlike last time, the workbench was already filled with various tools and materials, obviously carefully prepared.

A bronze crucible was placed on a special furnace, with a strange blue flame dancing underneath.

"First, I need to teach you how to make the most basic refreshing potion."

As Mrs. Allen spoke, she began to introduce the materials on the table:
"Although this potion is very common on the market, it is not easy to prepare a perfect finished product. The dosage and timing of adding each ingredient must be carefully considered."

Ron walked to the workbench and used his [Medicinal Herb Identification] ability to carefully observe the materials on the table.

The fresh leaves of moongrass were still covered with dew, and they shone with a silver luster under the blue light of the fire.

The stems of the carbonyl grass were emitting a pale blue smoke, a sign that the activity within them had not subsided;
There are also some ingredients that cannot be named but have unique aromas, all neatly placed in glass dishes.

"Each material has its own specific 'rhythm'."

Mrs. Allen's voice rang out, "A true potion master must not only understand the properties of the ingredients, but also master the resonance between them."

This sentence made Ron's heart move.

He recalled the insights he gained yesterday when practicing the "Coronal Breathing Method" - whether it was mental power, breathing methods, or these medicinal herbs, they all seemed to follow a certain specific law.

"You seem to have some insights?" Mrs. Allen keenly noticed the change in his expression.

"Yes." Ron nodded. "Just like the star grass yesterday, when I placed it in a specific way, I seemed to be able to sense a certain rhythm within it."

"That's right." The old witch smiled. "Every true potion master is pursuing the balance of this 'rhythm'."

She pointed to the materials on the workbench and said, "Now, let me see your understanding." Ron took a deep breath and began to mix the potion according to his understanding.

This time, he did not follow the method in the book completely, but tried to feel the characteristics of each material.

The silver light of the moon grass was very similar to the fluctuations of mental power. He tried to process these materials with a rhythm similar to that of meditation.

As the preparation progressed, Ron gradually entered a wonderful state.

Each material seems to have its own "sound", and all he has to do is make these "sounds" blend harmoniously together.

"Interesting." Mrs. Allen suddenly said, "Are you using the rhythm of your mental power to guide the fusion of the materials?"

Ron was slightly startled: "You mean..."

"Go on, don't answer me." The old witch interrupted him: "Let me see how far you can go."

Ron nodded and continued to focus on mixing.

When the last ingredient was added to the copper pot, the color of the medicine began to change - from turbid to clear, and finally to a light amber color.

And in his perception, the energy fluctuations in the entire pot of medicine reached a certain delicate balance.

"Sure enough." Mrs. Allen whispered to herself:
"You do have some talent in mental perception. This method of applying the rhythm of mental power to potion preparation is not something that just anyone can come up with."

She scooped up some of the liquid with a silver spoon. "It's still rough, but it's going in the right direction."

Just then, there was a sudden sound of footsteps coming from far away outside the store.

"It seems that a guest has arrived." Mrs. Allen put away her teaching tone:
"I'm going to go take care of the guests first. Please sort out the shelves later. While you work, think carefully about what I taught you today. In this world, every force has its own specific laws. The key lies in how to perceive and use them."

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly seemed to remember something and looked back at the liquid medicine in the crucible:
"Although this pot of liquid medicine is generally fine, it can only be considered inferior. You can pack it up and take it away. You can sell it or use it yourself. It's up to you."

Ron was delighted, as he had indeed gained something unexpected.

He nodded and thanked her, and after Mrs. Allen left, he began to put the medicine into several small bottles.

Before leaving the refining room, Ron looked back at the bronze crucible that was still steaming, thinking about something.

Ever since crossing into this world and completely merging with his original body's soul, his progress has been far beyond that of ordinary people.

The most crucial factor is certainly the various improvements brought about by the golden finger, but his unique [Dual Soul] talent is obviously also indispensable.

"Two souls, two ways of thinking," Ron whispered to himself, his fingers unconsciously tapping a certain rhythm on the table.

He recalled the description of [Dual Soul] on his panel: "Comprehension increases; when mental strength reaches a certain limit, dual casting can be performed."

At first, he only paid attention to the "double casting" ability in the second half, but ignored the seemingly ordinary "increase in understanding" in the front.

Now he finally understood what this "enhancement" meant.

It is precisely because he possesses two completely different souls that he can understand the extraordinary rules of this world from a completely new perspective.

"Rhythm." Ron closed his eyes slightly, feeling the flow of mental power in his body.

In his perception, spiritual power was no longer just a ball of vague energy, but a note with a certain melody, and every flow was like an exquisite piece of music.

This perception ability is the additional benefit brought by his [Dual Soul] characteristic.

The Earth soul's understanding and perception of music and art, and the world's native soul's instinctive sensitivity to supernatural powers.

The perfect fusion under the bridge of [Dual Soul] enables him to comprehend the "rhythm" of various powers faster than others.

Potions, meditation, breathing techniques, and even spell construction, on the surface, are completely different fields, but in his perception, they all follow similar rules, but the harmonization rhythm is different.

“Like a multi-instrumental musician who can switch easily between them…”

His [Dual Soul] gives him the ability to understand "rhythm" across fields, allowing him to draw inferences from one instance to another and find common ground between seemingly unrelated fields.

As for the multi-casting ability that may be awakened later, it seems... the time is not right yet.

(End of this chapter)