I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 108 Self-created Magic Potions
Upon hearing the voice, Amy and Victor looked up in surprise at Jemin, who had been silent since they entered the room.

"Oh?" Viola was slightly surprised, but more like she was just playing with a child.

"You mean you have something that can move me? That's certainly something to look forward to, but... are you sure you know what level of wizard I am?"

"Regarding this question... Senior Viola, please forgive my intrusion." Jemin spoke first, his voice calm, "The level-five magical artifact you sold to Amy back then, although it was a powerful object that stored soul-searching magic, required an extremely high level of mental control from the user."

Most offensive and defensive magical artifacts release magical spells of roughly the same level as the artifact itself. Apart from being almost uncontrollable after release, the difference in effect is minimal.

However, some special types of witchcraft cannot be calculated in this way.

For example, most logistics-related and soul-related spells require continuous control from the caster to take effect. Therefore, even if the same spell is cast using a high-level spell artifact, the effect of the spell will vary depending on the level of the caster.

He paused, his gaze fixed on Viola's silver-gray eyes: "Like Amy's level-five magical artifact that stores soul search, although its magical level is level five, the manipulation power of ordinary apprentices and level one wizards can only make its effect equivalent to a level three soul search released by a level three wizard personally."

"However, the effect of this kind of witchcraft is usually sufficient once it reaches this level. Considering the timing of your sale and the special nature of this witchcraft artifact... I deduce that you sold this witchcraft artifact to gather the resources needed to advance to the third level of witchcraft."

Viola's silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

She never expected that this little guy, who looked like he had just been promoted to a formal wizard, would actually guess her level correctly.

She smiled gently, with a hint of nostalgia: "You're right, little one. I did indeed have to part with it to gather the resources needed to advance to level three. Becoming a level three wizard means being able to wield more powerful laws, and that's the real qualitative change. Compared to that, a supportive level five wizard artifact, though precious, is just an external possession."

Her words confirmed Jemin's deduction.

“Well then, little one,” Viola’s tone shifted, a hint of interest in her voice, “since you even know this, you should also understand that for a level three wizard, ordinary materials and points are hardly enough to impress me.”

"And unfortunately, I've made a fortune in this Elosia plane, so I'm not short of points for the time being."

Her gaze fell on Jemin again; clearly, she had developed a great interest in the apprentice.

Jemin nodded, not intimidated by Viola's words; after all, he dared to speak up because he was prepared.

Under the tense gazes of Amy and Victor, Jemin took out a crystal-clear test tube from his pocket.

The liquid in the test tube had a very peculiar color—slightly purplish, with an indescribable shimmer, as if it contained some kind of mysterious life force.

“Senior Viola,” Jemin’s voice was steady, with a hint of barely perceptible confidence, “this is a unique potion I developed myself. It does not belong to any known formula published by the academy.”

"Oh? Interesting..."

Viola's eyes flickered slightly as she took the test tube, uncapped it, and sniffed it from a distance.

She has lived for so long and has seen countless potions.

She thought that the potion produced by an apprentice who had just become a formal wizard wouldn't be anything special, but to her surprise, she couldn't smell anything useful from the test tube.

A hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes as she brought the object to her nose and smelled it.

However, there was still no gain, as if all that was in front of him was a tube of plain water.

Do not!
With the perception abilities of a wizard of her level, she could even distinguish different characteristics from water.

The absence of any odor or energy leakage indicates that this is a rare potion possessing "unity".

The so-called unity means that the potion is automatically divided into "individual" differences after it is made. When using it, the entire potion, which is divided into a whole "individual", must be taken for it to take effect.

This potion sounds more complicated to use than those potions that can be divided into smaller quantities at will, but this is a rare and desirable characteristic for potion masters.

This means that potions as a whole have reached a certain state of harmony, and in most cases, they can only be found in certain high-level potions.

Viola looked at the unfamiliar potion and, without hesitation, drank it all in one gulp.

As the potion entered her throat, Viola's body showed no change, but her silver-gray eyes suddenly lit up.

She felt an indescribable coolness instantly sweep over her mind.

Immediately afterwards, the coolness transformed into an invisible power, like a spring breeze sweeping across the earth, and she felt that her spiritual sea seemed to become more expansive at this moment!
Although this level of improvement is almost negligible for a level three wizard.

Even more astonishingly, she felt that the purity of her soul was also increasing!
These enhancements, though minor, made her more acute in perceiving the laws of the world, and her affinity for the elements seemed to have increased slightly as well.

For the first time, genuine shock appeared on Viola's face. She abruptly stood up, her silver-grey eyes filled with disbelief: "This... what kind of potion is this? Are you sure you made it yourself?"

“Yes, senior,” Jemin replied calmly. “I developed its formula entirely by myself, bit by bit.”

Viola took a deep breath to calm her shock.

She scrutinized Jemin closely, her eyes filled with inquiry.

She knew that this kind of magical potion, which could enhance one's spiritual sea and aptitude, would cause a sensation even if the improvement was small!

For wizards who pursue higher realms, even the slightest hope is an irresistible temptation.

After all, although wizards are no longer "restricted" by their aptitude after becoming official wizards, it does not mean that good aptitude will not provide assistance.

Higher aptitude means it's easier to comprehend the laws, smoother to mobilize magic, and a greater chance of reaching higher levels in the future!

However, the requirements for aptitude are very high. Even the most top-tier tenth-level talent can only help a wizard advance to the fifth level before losing its enhancement effect.

Viola sat down again, her gaze fixed intently on Jemin: "Fine, I'll take this deal. What do you want?"

Seeing her reaction, Jemin couldn't help but smirk slightly.

He knew that the offer he made was enough to sway any wizard.

He wasn't lying; this potion was indeed developed by himself. It was a unique potion he created based on his insights into alchemy and combined with the potion-making theories of the wizarding world.

The most crucial ingredient in this potion is the "Eastern Purple Qi," which only a cultivator like him can "absorb" in the early morning.

The reason why he dared to reveal something of this caliber was the result of careful consideration.

After so many years of observation and familiarization, Jemin has gained a deeper understanding of the ways in which wizard civilization operates.

Because of their extreme pursuit of knowledge, coupled with the pride that comes from a powerful civilization, wizards have developed another characteristic: an extreme worship of geniuses.

Simply put, once someone is confirmed to be a genius, whatever achievements they produce can be attributed to the reason that "he is a genius"!

"Although the geniuses native to those wizarding civilizations are indeed ridiculously outrageous..." Jemin couldn't help but mutter to himself.

What he's showing now is considered quite impressive in the Norn Workshop, but it's only "ordinary" in the entire Wizarding Civilization, let alone the Star Ring Federation.

“I need the latest intelligence, a detailed distribution of the native forces in the Erosian plane, and details about those bounties,” Jemin said. “At the same time, I also hope that you can help the three of us establish an intelligence network with other wizard teams in the camp. We can provide any assistance we can in exchange for the resources or intelligence we need.”

Viola's lips curled slightly, a sly glint in her silver-grey eyes: "No problem, I can tell you everything I know, as well as information I can obtain from other sources. As for the 'intelligence network,' that's not difficult either. As for the price..."

Viola shook the test tube that had just contained the potion: "Let's trade them all for this potion!"

“This stuff is very difficult to refine,” Jemin said without batting an eye.

“Of course, of course, I understand.” Viola licked her lips and leaned forward slightly.

"We'll discuss the various information and intelligence later, depending on their specific value. Let's talk about the referral fees for other wizards first, since they're not as easy to talk to as I am..."

"How much do you want?"

“I’ll act as your middleman and introduce you to other wizards. One person, 100 potions.”

Faced with Viola's outrageous demands, Jemin sneered: "Ha! Impossible! Five doses per person. While acting as the middleman, you have to make sure you do your best to help us make this happen!"

"That won't do! Alone..."

……

After some haggling, the two finally agreed on a deal: Viola would receive 25 vials of potion for every person she introduced, but Viola had to ensure that she would assist Jemin and his team in making this happen.

Watching Jemin and the others leave with satisfaction, Viola smiled and turned to contact several familiar wizards using her communicator.

“Mok…yes, I’ll be the middleman…payment? Hmm…how about two potions?”

(End of this chapter)