Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

For die-hard fans of Seven Degrees Sunset Red, the latest chapter of "The Wizard: My Skills Can Break Through Infinitely" has been released!

In front of the Starlight Potions Shop.

As Ian instructed, Kenner took down the sign and replaced it with a wooden sign that read "Undergoing internal renovations, temporarily closed."

The store was now empty, and Wade and Monica stayed indoors all day, only going out to meditate.

Robert stood guard at the back door of the shop, clutching the gray stone Ian had given him, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the street outside.

Without external supply channels, the refining speed of [Starlight Potion] has slowed down.

The materials Hermann sent were only enough to maintain a minimum level of production.

Aside from keeping some for my own meditation, I also have to supply the potion department with orders booked up for five years into the future.

Ian didn't say anything, but divided the potion into three portions, one for himself and one for the mission.

He intended to use the other, larger portion to exchange for other things.

At the monthly wizard exchange meeting in the Tower, Ian surprisingly took the initiative to speak.

"I need the essence blood of a first-tier transcendent creature, any kind, the fresher the better. I can exchange it for [Starlight Potion]."

His voice wasn't loud, but as soon as he spoke, the previously noisy venue fell silent for a few seconds.

Dozens of eyes stared at them, some inquiring, some surprised, and some understanding.

The essence blood of a first-order transcendent being is not particularly rare, but it is troublesome to collect and even more troublesome to preserve.

Generally, only body-refining wizards or certain bloodline experiments would have a large demand for it.

It seems quite reasonable for a potion master to want this.

Blake, who was sitting next to him, was the first to react. He pushed back his chair, stood up, and put on a warm smile.

"Wizard Marcus, I happen to have a batch of 'Fire Lizards' blood essence on hand, hunted just last month, sealed with ice crystal runes, absolutely fresh! How about... you exchange it for a few [Starlight Potions]?"

"It depends on the quantity and purity," Ian said calmly.

"One standard dose of [Starlight Potion] can be exchanged for ten standard units of Tier 1 essence blood, or an equivalent amount of high-purity Tier 0 essence blood."

Blake's eyes lit up, and he quickly began to do mental calculations.

"I have about thirty portions of Fire Lizard essence blood, the purity should be fine... Three vials! Exchange them for three [Starlight Potions]!"

"Okay," Ian nodded. "Call me afterward."

With Blake leading the way, others couldn't sit still any longer.

"Wizard Marcus, I have twenty portions of the essence blood of the Ironback Mandrill!"

"I have fifteen portions of 'Frostwater Python' and five portions of 'Thunder-Striped Leopard'!"

"I! I have 'swamp crocodiles' here. They may not look as appealing, but they're absolutely fresh, just dragged out of the swamp!"

For a time, the latter half of the meeting almost turned into Ian's personal trading session.

Several second-level wizards watched with interest, not intervening, but their eyes held something else.

Ian's sudden closure of his potions shop has sparked some speculation within the Tower.

"Wizard Marcus, I've heard you've been having some trouble lately. How about I lend a hand? I'll pay you with a potion."

In the front row, an elderly liquefaction wizard spoke, and the atmosphere around him froze.

Ian looked up, his tone somewhat indifferent, "No need, I only need the essence blood."

He had never demonstrated some of his witchcraft to outsiders, let alone to someone he didn't know at all.

That's why he didn't even tell Alyvia; firstly, it was inherently dangerous, and secondly, he didn't want anyone to see his trump card.

Alyssa sat in the main seat, her fingertips lightly tapping the table.

His gaze fell on Ian's expressionless profile, as if deep in thought.

Strictly speaking, her relationship with Ian was only that of a superior and subordinate. Since Ian hadn't told her, she wouldn't ask.

Every wizard has their own secrets, and their actions are primarily driven by the exchange of benefits.

After the meeting, Ian was surrounded by five or six people and walked to a small conference room next door.

Each portion of essence blood was placed on the table, and thoughtfully sealed in ice crystal talismans or special crystal bottles.

Deep red, dark purple, blue-black...

Even through the container, one could feel the surging blood energy and violent aura.

Ian checked each one to confirm its freshness and purity, and then took out the corresponding number of [Starlight Potions] from his dimensional ring.

In the dimly lit conference room, the azure-blue medicine looked like tiny stars.

The flowing starlight from the potion made the breathing of several level-one wizards around them become heavier.

The transaction was completed, and both parties were very satisfied.

For Ian, essence blood is a cultivation resource; for others, the [Starlight Potion] is a hard currency that can truly enhance their strength.

It is much more precious than magic stones.

Holding the essence blood he had obtained, Ian returned to the alchemy room, closed the door, and activated the isolation array.

He processed this batch of semen first.

He picked up a sample of fire lizard blood essence, uncorked the ice crystal talisman, and the dark red, viscous liquid automatically floated up and fell into his palm.

[Bloodline Purification Technique] was activated, and a layer of dark red light appeared in the palm of his hand.

The faint light enveloped the essence and blood, like countless tiny teeth, beginning to gnaw, peel, and compress.

Sizzle... sizzle...

The essence and blood churned and boiled, with fine blood bubbles rising to the surface, which then quickly burst.

The impurities were extracted and condensed into a grayish-black powder that fell down in a rustling sound.

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It was crystal clear and golden-red, floating in Ian's palm, radiating a scorching heat.

"It's in good condition."

Ian poured the blood essence into a specially made jade bottle and continued processing the next batch.

Two hours later, all the semen and blood were processed.

There were more than twenty small jade bottles on the table, filled with blood essence of different colors: golden red, dark purple, dark blue... totaling more than two hundred pills.

These are all the "fuel" for cultivating the [Furnace Tempering Technique].

Ian reached for a golden-red fire lizard blood essence, preparing to pop it into his mouth and begin his body tempering training for the day.

"Ian, I'm home!"

A clear and urgent voice suddenly came from the windowsill.

Ian paused, turning his head to look.

A fist-sized "black ball" was rolling out of the shadows of the window frame.

Gaga's eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly at the jade bottle on the table.

Especially those red and black ones, the first-tier blood essence with the strongest aura.

It made a gurgling sound in its throat, but hesitated and didn't pounce.

They insisted on pretending that "I was just browsing."

Ian chuckled to himself, "This glutton."

He didn't say anything, but deliberately pinched the blood essence, twirled it between his fingertips, and then brought it to his lips as if to swallow it.

"Wait! Ian, wait a minute..." Gaga suddenly became anxious.

Like a small cannonball, it spun out from the windowsill, flapped its wings, and hovered in front of Ian, scratching at the air with its short claws, looking both anxious and aggrieved.

"Don't eat them all! That golden-red one looks like it has the most energy, it's definitely... definitely perfect for training my wing bones!"

This little thing, when it gets greedy, it can even come up with such a flimsy excuse.

Seeing its pleading look, Ian's tense emotions from long-term training also relaxed a bit.

"You want it that much?" he asked, deliberately keeping a straight face.

"Yes! I want it!" The little guy nodded vigorously.

My whole body was bobbing up and down, and I almost lost my balance and fell headfirst.

"Alright, the two golden-red ones are yours." Ian poured two pills out of the jade bottle and spread them in his palm.

Gaga's eyes instantly sparkled like two little stars. "Ian, you're so nice!" she exclaimed and pounced on him.

"Wait." Ian flicked his wrist and put the blood essence back.

Gaga froze in mid-air, a huge question mark appearing on its little head.

"Be careful lately, and don't wander off, okay?"

"I've got it, I've got it. I promise I won't run around."

The little guy quickly patted his chest and puffed out his chest to make a promise, his tone urgent.

Ian then handed over the two golden-red blood essence pills.

With lightning speed, GaGa reached out and caught it with its claws, then tossed it into its mouth and swallowed it whole.

Then, it smacked its lips contentedly, its little wings fluttered comfortably, and its feathers gleamed with an even deeper black sheen.

It flew to Ian's shoulder, nuzzled his cheek with its furry head, and contentedly retreated into the shadows, squinting as it digested.

Ian picked up another blood essence pill, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it with his head tilted back.

boom!

It felt like swallowing a red-hot iron block.

The blood essence exploded the moment it entered the abdomen, and a violent heat flowed through the blood vessels, rushing to the limbs and bones.

An abnormal red glow appears on the skin surface, and the muscles spasm and tense uncontrollably.

The bones made a cracking sound, as if they were about to break at any moment.

Ian grunted, veins bulging on his forehead.

The sweat beads were immediately evaporated into white vapor by the high temperature on the skin.

He gritted his teeth, sat cross-legged, and fully activated the [Furnace Tempering Technique].

Within his body, the raging heat was guided by an invisible force.

No longer charging recklessly, but like countless red-hot iron hammers, they began to rhythmically pound every inch of flesh, every fascia, and every bone.

Hammer! Temper!

Squeeze out impurities, crush weak fibers, and reshape a tougher, denser structure.

Pain is like a tide, one wave after another, without end.

But Ian was unusually clear-headed, even...excited.

He could clearly sense that his body was becoming stronger little by little under this inhuman torture.

The jade-like luster beneath her skin intensified, resembling a thin layer of glass armor.

When muscle fibers contract, the "thumping" sound becomes more frequent, and the force surges through the blood vessels.

The pale golden hue deep within the bones spread out, and the limit of pressure resistance was slowly but steadily increasing.

An hour later, the medicine wore off.

Ian was soaking wet, as if he had been pulled out of the water, but his eyes were bright.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, which smelled of blood, and moved his shoulders, his joints cracking softly.

[Forge Tempering Skill Proficiency +5]

On the panel, the number jumped from 355 to 360.

[Forge Tempering Technique: Beginner (360/800)]

He picked up the second blood essence and put it in his mouth.

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