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

Chapter 120 Special Materials
Jemin wasn't just wandering around; he was "absorbing qi."

Within the cultivation system, there is a unique method that allows one to gather "worldly essence".

Of course, this is a more Taoist way of speaking. According to Jieming's understanding, it is actually a method that can condense special concepts.

This aura originates from the joys and sorrows, birth, aging, sickness and death, and the seven emotions and six desires of the mortal world; it is a concrete manifestation of all things in the human world.

Although it cannot directly amplify cultivation or transform all things like spiritual power, it is still a pretty good "all-purpose material".

Normally, it can be used to hone a cultivator's mental state, making them more resilient and able to overcome inner demons. It can also be used to refine magical artifacts, making them more spiritual. It is also an essential raw material for setting up most illusion arrays.

In certain special circumstances, special methods can be used to reverse their properties, thereby constructing a golden body, repairing the soul, and refining magical treasures or elixirs.

When Jemin was at Norren Academy, he could hardly collect any useful worldly aura.

After all, the wizards there were all research fanatics, each immersed in experiments and meditation, with a monotonous lifestyle and weak mental fluctuations.

Even within the entire Noren 13 plane, there is no suitable place to collect the aura of the mortal world. After all, all the Noren planes have been transformed by wizards into highly ordered "culture dishes," losing the primitive and complex "characteristics" of the mortal world.

But once he arrived in Golden Harbor, Jemin was like a rat that had fallen into a rice granary.

He walked through the bustling streets, feeling the joys and sorrows, loves and hates of the ordinary people he passed by.

That rich and complex concept silently flowed into his body, was absorbed by the special runes in his dantian, and was eventually refined into wisps of seemingly dazzling worldly aura.

He doesn't even need to talk much to people; he can draw upon a vast amount of worldly power simply by feeling the pulse of their lives.

However, most of the time, Jieming's attention was not on the mortal aura he had refined, but rather on the special talisman in his dantian that could refine mortal aura.

"It's amazing. It's just a simple talisman, yet it can autonomously collect and create concepts out of thin air..." Jemin "looked" at the wisp of mortal aura that had been extracted from his dantian and couldn't help but touch his chin with curiosity.

Although after so many years of research, Jemin himself knew that techniques like extracting concepts from nothing were still beyond his reach, he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Incomprehensible. The fact that they can function in completely different planes or even worlds suggests that these things inherently contain fixed rules similar to those of a level six wizard...an exaggerated level of technology."

The step forward subtly changed, the trajectory of the body shifted, and the body precisely dodged the two arms that were trying to reach for the money bag.

After glancing at the two terrified, thin children, Jemin paused for a moment, then took out two copper coins and tossed them to them.

Turning around, he continued to ponder his own thoughts as he walked forward: "It seems that the technical complexity of this special method in the world of cultivation is much higher than that of most offensive spells."

"Fortunately, since most spells in the cultivation system require drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they are not very effective in the wizarding world. I mainly cultivated these special methods before, so I can focus my attention on this aspect in the future," Jemin thought to himself.

After all, his current abilities in both combat and survival are already sufficient.

If you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, it's wishful thinking to try to escape using a cultivator's magic that can't mobilize spiritual power. It's better to focus your attention on these special methods.

Looking up at the sky, Jemin turned and swayed as he walked towards the Adventurers' Guild.

In addition to collecting worldly scents, Jemin also plans to issue a quest at the "Drunken Dolphin" tavern—to collect Dew of a Hundred Flowers.

This stuff is easy to collect; it's just dew that condenses on flower petals in the morning. The only key point is to have as many different kinds of flowers as possible.

This dew, a blend of various flower essences, can be refined using a special method to create "Hundred Flower Dew," which carries related concepts.

This stuff can be used to assist in alchemy and nourish the soul, so it's quite a good material.

The Norren Academy grows nothing but magic potions. It's not that you can't collect them, but the "price" is outrageous. Collecting a small amount for experiments is fine, but collecting on a large scale would be a complete rip-off.

Collecting these things himself would be too much trouble, but fortunately he now has a stable place to live in Golden Harbor, so he can finally collect them on a large scale.

The reward for the task posted by Jemin is extremely generous: one gold coin for every small cup (about two hundred milliliters) of Hundred Flowers Dew.

This was undoubtedly an astronomical price among the generally impoverished adventurer community, and even the orc bartender, who had never shown any change in expression, couldn't resist.

"Jack, are you crazy? A gold coin for a small cup of dew?!" The orc bartender's thick eyebrows furrowed into a knot as he listened to Jemin's request, his eyes filled with unbelievable greed. "Are you planning to pluck every flower in Goldenport until it's bald?!"

Jemin simply tossed over a gold coin as a deposit, which spun crisply a few times on the wooden table.

"You just need to issue the tasks; you don't need to worry about the rest." His tone was cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The orc bartender immediately composed himself, rubbed his hands together to stuff the gold coins into his pocket, and scurried off to post the quest.

The news caused an uproar among adventurers throughout Golden Harbor.

A few days later, it was the day that Jieming would inspect the Hundred Flowers Dew for the first time.

A long line formed outside the tavern, with adventurers, commoners, and even some who looked like farmers from the outskirts of the city dressed in all sorts of clothes, each carrying bottles and jars of various sizes, filled with what they believed to be "Hundred Flower Dew".

Jemin sat by the window on the second floor, while the orc bartender called out the numbers.

The first one to step forward was a lean thief who smiled obsequiously and handed over a sealed bottle.

Jemin took the bottle, his eyes calm.

A necklace silently appeared in his hand, its gemstones emitting a barely perceptible glow, like a sophisticated magical detection tool.

Actually, this is just a cover-up; what truly matters is the method by which Jieming operates.

He simply shook the bottle, and the liquid inside instantly turned cloudy, emitting a faint earthy smell. "This was dug out of a mud pit, wasn't it?" Jemin's voice was completely flat.

The thief's smile froze, his eyes flickered, and he was about to argue when Jemin casually tossed the bottle back to him.

"next."

The next few were similar, with various dilutions, mixing in ordinary water, and even some directly using river water as a substitute.

Jemin could instantly identify it by simply waving his "magical tool" lightly.

"Hmph! What are you pretending for!" Several burly men who looked like farmers began to show hostility.

They painstakingly collected a large jar of "dew," only to have it exposed by the young man at a glance, which naturally made them resentful.

One of the farmers, a muscular man with a fierce face, stepped forward and said in a gruff voice, "Kid, don't think you can get away with not paying just because you're playing tricks! We've worked so hard..."

As he spoke, a large hand quietly reached for Jemin's collar, attempting to use force to cheat.

Jemin glanced at him expressionlessly, remaining motionless. Just as the other man's hand was about to touch him, Jemin kicked out with lightning speed, accurately striking the farmer's shinbone.

Click!

With a chilling cracking sound, the farmer's massive body stiffened instantly, followed by a heart-wrenching scream as he clutched his calves and rolled on the ground, his face covered in cold sweat from the pain.

The remaining farmers' faces turned deathly pale instantly. Their previous arrogance vanished in an instant, and they shrank back, not daring to even breathe loudly, no longer daring to speak loudly.

The tavern fell silent once more, everyone having witnessed Jemin's merciless attack.

Only a few adventurers who had witnessed Jack's ruthlessness remained calm and even had a sense of pride in their own knowledge and arrogance.

Jemin had thought he probably wouldn't receive any useful materials this time, but the subsequent inspection gave him an unexpected surprise.

"Sir, this is the dew from a hundred flowers I collected in my garden."

A servant, dressed in clothes that had turned white from washing but were still clean and tidy, respectfully handed over a small wooden bottle filled with crystal-clear dew.

Compared to the large and small jars of dew that others have, this small bottle of dew is really not much.

Jemin took the necklace, and as it flashed, his eyes lit up.

He discovered that the dew was of extremely high quality, and the various floral scents it contained proved its purity.

“Three gold coins,” Jemin said calmly, handing him three gold coins.

The servant's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight, and he thanked him repeatedly.

Immediately afterwards, several more servants dressed similarly arrived.

The floral dews they presented, though varying in quantity, all met Jemin's requirements without exception.

Jemin narrowed his eyes. He could roughly understand that these were servants of minor nobles who were originally wealthy but whose income had been drastically reduced due to the urgency of the war.

In order to maintain the prestige of their families, nobles were willing to take on such high-paying tasks.

Moreover, they had their own gardens, making it easier to collect the produce. Coupled with their "self-esteem" as nobles, they were actually more honest than those greedy farmers.

Finally, a ragged little orphan who looked only seven or eight years old timidly squeezed to the front of the line, holding a worn-out pottery bottle covered in mud in his hands.

The bottle contained only a thin layer of extremely clear floral dew.

The little orphan looked anxious, as if he was afraid that Jemin would discard his "dew" like he had treated others.

Jemin took the bottle, and under the light of the necklace, the bottle of floral dew also emitted a pure glow.

He gave the little orphan a silver coin and a few extra copper coins: "Well done."

The little orphan stared blankly at the silver coin in his hand, his eyes instantly filled with glistening tears, and then, as if waking up from a daze, he clutched the coin and ran away.

Watching all this, Jemin couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

In his education, "simplicity" and "farmer" were almost synonymous.

He originally thought that the poor people would give him a pleasant surprise, since they needed the money more.

But to our surprise, they turned out to be extremely cunning and tried every means to adulterate the product.

On the contrary, those who have a certain degree of respectability seem more genuine.

"Moral standards have nothing to do with background or profession; they are only related to the person himself..."

Having understood this, Jemin felt that his soul seemed to have become a little more clear.

For him, these various aspects of life were undoubtedly a unique kind of tempering.

(End of this chapter)