Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon. As autumn approaches, the days are getting shorter and shorter.

Before it got dark, Dago quickly ate the dinner he had prepared.

He sat cross-legged on the small bed, practicing meditation to restore his mental energy.

Ten minutes later, he exited the mental space and waited for the soul entropy of the light sphere to dissipate.

He glanced expectantly at the only bottle of mental potion on the small wooden table, and decided to take it himself to enhance his mental strength.

Only with strength can one go to Moonlight Lake to pick Moonlight Flowers and refine more spiritual potions.

Let's talk about selling psychotropic drugs when that time comes.

Moreover, with the help of the system panel, the difficulty of him refining mental potions will be greatly reduced.

Filled with anticipation, Dago put on the deerskin boots that were placed by his bedside...

He walked over to the small wooden table and stared at the melting silvery-white liquid in the glass bottle.

"Why do I remember that psychotropic drugs are purple? This bottle should be fine, right?"

Dago felt a little uneasy.

But he gritted his teeth, twisted open the cork, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The icy liquid slid down my throat and into my stomach like a block of ancient ice.

Dago's brows furrowed sharply, his eyebrows twisting into a pretzel shape between his brows, as if he were using all his strength to cut off some sharp, stabbing pain.

He resumed his meditation practice and entered his mental space. The silvery-white substance, like the black substance before, also entered his mental space and appeared near the sphere of light.

The silvery-white substance was immediately poured into the sphere of light, and like adding fuel to the fire, the sphere of light shone brightly, and the accumulated soul entropy inside was instantly swept away.

Moreover, the diameter of the light sphere has increased dramatically from a dozen meters to a length of over thirty meters.

More of the mental mist was captured and instantly refined by the rotating sphere of light. The mental energy, like a stream, swirled around Dago's humanoid soul, diminishing with each rotation...

Until it turned into a drop of deep blue liquid and disappeared into the center of his eyebrows.

Dago's consciousness was naturally aware of everything clearly; his soul body inside the sphere of light was like an omniscient being.

He had been monitoring everything from all angles without any blind spots, but what he hadn't expected was that the silver-white psychoactive drug was so pure.

As the deep blue water droplets entered his soul, Dago felt his consciousness operate faster and he could see more clearly.

With a change of heart, he exited the mental space.

The system panel was brought up.

【《巫师通用冥想法》（入门811/1000）；《冰晶炮》（入门966/1000）；《共鸣术》（入门331/1000）；《探测术》（入门257/1000）；《魔药炼製》（入门1/100)】

In less than a month, he became a level three apprentice wizard.

The main reason is the progress in meditation techniques, which has greatly accelerated the growth of mental strength.

"Although it's a common skill in the wizarding world, I feel that if I continue to cultivate and improve, my meditation efficiency should be able to rival those of wizarding geniuses, right?"

Dago thought expectantly.

He has never slackened in his training of the Ice Crystal Cannon, which is currently his most lethal witchcraft.

Its casting speed has also increased again; now Dago only needs five seconds to cast an Ice Crystal Cannon.

The ice elemental affinity from "Resonance" has accumulated to my wrist, and the detection range of "Detection" is gradually increasing to thirty meters.

The increased power and faster casting speed of the magic naturally led to a surge in combat strength, which boosted Dago's confidence.

"Take Moonlight Lake and escape this life of poverty forever," Dago encouraged himself.

Running to the open space outside the shelter, a deep blue halo appeared around the pupils of Dago's eyes.

With his mental vision activated, he could now clearly see all the energy particles within a three-meter radius around him, and he raised his hand to make a gun-pointing gesture.

Within three seconds, an air blast the size of a fist condensed at the fingertip and exploded towards the tree, instantly snapping it in two several meters away...

Unfortunately, its power hasn't changed much...

However, with its current power, it can easily take down a Shadow Leopard with a single finger. With its current mental energy reserves, releasing twenty air bullets is no problem. If it were an ice crystal cannon, it would probably be four shots.

The rest of the time was devoted to cultivation. Under the moonlight, Dago began to enter a berserk spellcasting cultivation mode.

The next morning, Dago pushed open the wooden door of the shelter, wearing a gray apprentice robe, and leaned on his aching back to breathe in the fresh air in the open space.

He overexerted himself last night, so he warmed up and did a set of aerobics.

"This morning I'm going to the town's wizarding hall to get certified as a third-level apprentice in witchcraft, and I also need to go to the academy to tell Wizard Rosalind about the new method for making spirit potions."

Dago was planning his schedule for this morning.

After hastily preparing breakfast, Dago meditated and practiced in the open space for a while.

After about an hour or two, Dago dusted off the dust blown on his body by the air bomb explosion and set off for the town of Ainark.

A magnificent wizard's hall.

Dago emerged from inside, wearing a brand-new grey robe, his face still showing lingering curiosity and joy.

This is a level 3 apprentice robe inscribed with the [Cleanse] rune; you won't need to clean the robe yourself anymore.

It is a gift from the Wizarding Alliance to newly promoted Level 3 apprentice wizards.

He packed the old set into his backpack, which still contained the skin of a shadow leopard.

When we return to the shelter, we'll sew new Level 3 apprentice robes into them, which will also keep us warm as the weather gets cooler.

As Dago pondered this, he looked up and saw that the leaves on the trees lining both sides of the central street were beginning to turn slightly yellow.

Because of his practice of resonance techniques, Dago has become increasingly sensitive to changes in air temperature.

He tightened his backpack and walked towards the academy.

On the way from the academy down the central street, Dago kept seeing nobles and wealthy merchants who were dressed in fine clothes and whose demeanor and speech were clearly different from ordinary commoners.

Most of them were riding in beautifully decorated carriages laden with bags and bundles, heading out of town.

Dago even saw several wizards with cold expressions and imposing auras, as if they had invisible halos, hurrying past on the street.

The only one who could give him this feeling was a high-level third-tier apprentice wizard.

Such people usually stay in the academy and don't come out.

Although a little puzzled, Dago didn't take it too seriously, guessing that there might be some kind of group activity at the Aynor Wizarding Academy recently.

I heard that the college holds an internal competition every now and then, like a college-wide competition.

Many college wizards live in comfortable environments and don't have to risk their lives for a little bit of resources.

He has been so engrossed in the various studies of the wizarding world for so many years that he has even forgotten the spells and magic he has mastered.

Therefore, there are usually large competitions like this to motivate the wizards in the academy to take action.

Dago had long been looking forward to this academy competition; he was simply curious to watch.

As he was thinking about these things, Dago saw a large number of people gathered on both sides of the road leading to the academy gate, and more people were still flowing over.

Dago followed them toward the crowd.

When he finally squeezed into the densest part of the crowd, he found that everyone was bowing their heads, their hands clasped together, and speaking in hushed tones.

Dago stared intently, and his pupils immediately contracted rapidly.

A funeral procession of academy wizards moved slowly along the road leading to the academy gates. There was no mournful music, only the soft sound of leather shoes stepping on pebbles and the occasional rustling of clothes being blown by the wind.

The older wizards at the front each carried a walnut wood urn containing ashes; they walked slowly, and the urns in their arms were very light.

Their backs were ramrod straight, as if they were carrying not a handful of ashes, but the glory of the Academy of Wizards of Enark.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the road. They stood in a row in front of the principal, each holding an urn containing ashes.

The headmaster of the Aynak Wizarding Academy, wearing a bright white wizard's hat and sporting a long white beard.

With each gentle touch of an urn, he would recite their name and chant a loud incantation.

Finally, say gently and kindly, "You're home."

Until the penultimate urn, Dargo heard the name he least wanted to hear: Rosalind the Wizard.

A torrent of tears welled up in Dago's eyes, tears he couldn't stop.

As the wind blew by, Dago silently wiped the corner of his eye, then turned away from the crowd, looking utterly dejected.

Among the crowd on the periphery, someone let out a long sigh and said in a low, heavy voice.

"The black-robed wizards from the Darkcrystal Plateau have officially launched a war... the town of Ainark is no longer safe!"

Dago returned to the shelter, put away his belongings, took out the last piece of monster meat, and went to find old Marico.

"Old Marico, do you have any wine? I want to eat meat and drink wine today."

For the first time ever, Dago completely forgot about everything related to cultivation and danger.

All he wanted to do was drink heavily, and it was the first time he had ever drunk alcohol in this other world.

Old Marico noticed that Dago was in a bad mood, so he took the meat and started grilling it. Without saying anything, he took out two large bottles of wine from the treehouse and handed one to Dago.

Glug glug, Dago pulled out the cork and took a big gulp...

After coughing twice from the spiciness, he said to old Marico, "Tell me, how could such a good person just be gone like that?"

Old Marico remained silent, raising his bottle, letting the wine speak for itself.

Later, all Dago knew was that his head was throbbing. He staggered out of the unfamiliar bed, pushed open the wooden door, and went outside.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the night wind rustled through the woods, and the distant hooting of owls could be heard.

He was standing on the platform of old Marico's wooden house; one more step and he would fall.

Old Marico was sitting on the ground below the treehouse, slowly breaking off dry branches and tossing them into the flickering campfire in front of him, making soft, crackling sounds.

Dago patted his head like he used to pat the TV when he was a child, and felt much better.

He climbed down the vines that had spread to the platform.