Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

Half a year passed quickly. During this time, not much had changed at Everfrost Spire, except that attacks by Frostskin Dwarves and Frostbone Beasts became more frequent.

Prices of various war-related medicines, such as blood tonics and nutritional supplements, have skyrocketed.

At the very center of the Everfrost Spire stands the tallest building in the academy, the Mellonlos Wizard Tower. Its obsidian-built structure gleams with a cold, eerie blue under the moonlight, resembling an ice crystal spear thrust into the academy.

However, its base does not land directly on the ground, but is suspended on a floating platform pulled by twelve ice crystal chains, with twelve bronze griffin statues attached to the ends of the chains.

These bronze griffins are sculpted with lifelike detail, each feather appearing as if individually carved. Their beaks hold ice crystal chains, allowing the Wizard Tower to stand suspended here.

This is the wizard tower of Nord Mellonlos, the headmaster of the Everfrost Spire Academy. At this moment, outside Mellonlos's wizard tower, a snow eagle made of ice element is circling around the top of the tower.

Although it is an elemental creature, it possesses sharp eyes that are constantly fixed on the top of the tower, as if an assassin with a black crown might enter the wizard tower to assassinate the dean.

Inside one of the academy's wizard towers, each floor of which is inscribed with spatial runes, the interior is very spacious and has all kinds of facilities such as alchemy rooms and libraries.

At the top of this tower, a wizard dressed in white robes is peering at the Mellonlos Wizarding Tower through a snow eagle. He is none other than Finn Caleb, one of the only two vice-principals of the Everfrost Spire, known as the "Snow-Haired Sorcerer".

His body was surrounded by a dense aura of magic, and even his snow-white hair and beard emanated a cold aura. The tower itself was covered in a layer of frost under his influence.

Suddenly, the space in front of him distorted, and a huge eyeball appeared before him.

"Finn, how's the Dean?" Eyeball asked.

"He hasn't come out yet, but I've already sent Dulink's message in," Finn said.

"Damn it, that savage frost-skinned dwarf has a bitter monster."

As he spoke, he looked around and saw the white frost inside the tower, revealing a visible worry.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet?" Eyeball asked.

The voice just fell.

Finn ended the snow eagle's spying and began coughing violently.

"Cough cough! Cough—"

As Finn coughed, the magic around him became unstable, and some blood spurted from his mouth, freezing into blood-red ice crystals on the ground.

"I'll have Serafina concoct another bottle of Soul-Soothing Drops later..."

"...I have a guess...I'm afraid...it's a dragon," Finn said calmly.

His eyes revealed a shock that was clearly visible to the naked eye...

……

In the black market, Hughes continued to sell potions, still wearing the mask of the bird-beaked doctor.

After selling for a while, his reputation spread slightly in the black market, and everyone knew that there was a Mr. Birdbeak who had a large quantity of high-quality potions.

In the past six months, not only has his success rate in refining three kinds of potions increased significantly, but Hughes has also managed to refine the best quality of the three kinds of potions. He has also learned the recipe for another low-level magic potion from Serafina – the Blazing Ointment.

After six months of selling potions, Hughes bought several more bottles of Ouroboros Elixir to aid his meditation, but the effect was getting weaker with each use. His body must have developed a strong resistance to Ouroboros Elixir.

Drug resistance is not simply resistance to a single type of potion; it affects the effects of a large number of related mental potions.

However, Hughes's meditation process has already reached the 10th mental rune.

Hughes had a premonition that he should be able to complete the meditation on the 10th mental rune today and reach the level of a second-class wizard apprentice.

In fact, probably due to his practice of advanced meditation techniques, Hughes felt that his mental strength and magical power had reached the standard of a second-class wizard apprentice.

……

On the other side of the Ice Ridge Mountains lies the vast Lorendo Plain, a peaceful and tranquil place dotted with countries of all sizes, where fertile land and dense forests nourish its inhabitants.

But unlike the tranquil plains of Lorendo, a mountain range separated from it by only a large forest is always shrouded in dark clouds.

Because the mountains are often echoed with the howls of the dead and the shrieks of evil spirits, they are known as the Wailing Mountains.

A college sits atop the Howling Mountains, its buildings mostly constructed from a mixture of dark gray obsidian and white bone, with twisted skeletal patterns carved into the walls, resembling tombs in the dim light.

Several wizard towers stand atop the mountain, the tallest reaching into the clouds. The dark green magic fire atop the towers resembles an inextinguishable magic eye, casting flowing halos of light into the gray clouds.

The coughing scene can be seen from the cloud:

Souls of various races drifted across the clouds, their eyes vacant and their spirits wandering aimlessly.

Among them were many souls that evolved into evil spirits. Their originally scattered souls became more solid, and their eyes changed from dull to bloodthirsty and brutal.

This cloud layer is the breeding ground used by several necromancers in the academy to nurture the dead. The high concentration of necromancy energy has dyed the cloud layer gray, which is used to radiate necromancy energy to cultivate the dead.

And beneath this eerie cloud layer lies the necromancer's paradise—the Spirit Pivot Workshop of the Higher Wizarding Academy!

In the meditation room of a wizard's tower, a pale-faced wizard apprentice is meditating.

The runes on the walls and floor of the meditation room slowly glowed, attracting magic and necromantic energy into the room and creating an environment with a high concentration of magic.

The boy recklessly channeled the surrounding necromantic energy into himself, as if trying to transform himself into a lich.

Outside the meditation room, a withered old man stared intently at a crystal ball, which depicted the scene of a boy absorbing magic.

"It's almost done," the old man murmured. His voice was very hoarse, as if it were being rubbed on rough parchment, but in contrast, there was a strong necromantic magic emanating from him.

The old wizard chanted a spell, and a dark green rune circle appeared in the meditation room. A soul emerged from the rune circle, and upon closer inspection, one could also see the Spirit Pivot Workshop robe on its body.

The apprentice's soul looked around blankly. Suddenly, a tearing sensation came. Before he could scream, his soul was torn into pieces, and the scattered energy particles spread into the meditation room.

When the old wizard chanted the spell, his mouth showed unnatural wrinkles, and if you looked closely, you could even see unnatural joints around his skin.

In his hand, a small stone lay quietly in his thin, dry palm.