Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

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The top floor of the main tower was quiet and empty; Ian could even hear his own breathing.

The old man across the stone table had gray hair and deep wrinkles, but his back was ramrod straight, and the cuffs of his gray robe were washed white.

He looked up at Ian, his eyes bright.

"sit."

Ian pulled out a chair and sat down, behaving in a proper and conventional manner.

Morton didn't rush into conversation. He reached for the earthenware pot on the table and poured two cups of tea.

The tea was light brown, steaming, and had a faint, refreshing herbal aroma.

He pushed a glass towards Ian.

"Try it, I grew it myself."

Ian picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The tea was slightly bitter, but after swallowing it, it had a sweet aftertaste. A gentle warmth slid down my throat, easing the fatigue in my mind.

"Good tea." He wasn't just flattering him; the tea was indeed excellent.

Morton smiled, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out a little.

"I've heard about the underground palace where the dead sleep."

His voice was not loud and a little hoarse, but every word was clear.

"Blood Butcher, Samael, Theodore... all died at your hands."

Ian put down his teacup, didn't reply, and continued listening.

"You did a great job," Morton said, a hint of approval in his eyes.

"Those guys from Crimson and Wither have become increasingly arrogant over the years. It's time to teach them a lesson they won't forget."

So many level-one wizards died at once, and there were even several crystallized seeds. Anyone would be furious in that situation.

He paused, looking at Ian.

"You were promoted less than a year ago, right?"

"Yes, about nine months," Ian answered truthfully.

Morton nodded and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Nine months... and I can kill a peak-level liquefaction monster and even injure a level 2 monster head-on."

He chuckled. "Back in my day, I wasn't nearly as capable as you."

Ian didn't respond, leaving him no way to answer.

Morton didn't seem to care and continued talking to himself.

"I originally wanted to take you on as a student." He looked out the window, his gaze somewhat distant.

"But I've already taken one in, Elena, that girl who entered the tower in the same batch as you."

Ian paused for a moment, a feeling rising within him.

"No wonder she had a liquefied wizard by her side during the demon-hunting war, whose achievements even surpassed his."

That top-tier genius who entered the tower at the same time but never interacted with us, and from whom almost no information was transmitted?

"She has good talent and a stable temperament." Morton withdrew his gaze.

"But compared to you... I'm still a bit lacking."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed inwardly.

No matter how talented a wizard is, without the trials of life and death, he is no match for a genius like Ian, who forged his path through blood and fire.

"I keep my word. Now that I've taken Elena in, I won't take in a second one."

Ian nodded, showing no sign of disappointment.

"I see."

Morton looked into his calm eyes and suddenly smiled.

"You're quite open-minded."

"Practice still depends on yourself," Ian said. "This is one of the few lessons I've learned from my limited experience."

"Well said." Morton's eyes showed even greater approval. "However, there are some things I need to remind you of."

He put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.

"The Crimson and Withering factions have already issued bounties, though they're not making it public, it's still quite troublesome."

Ian's expression remained unchanged. "I know."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What's the use of being afraid?" Ian retorted. "If they dare to come, I dare to kill them."

Morton laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the empty room.

"Great! Confident enough! I like it!"

After he finished laughing, he looked south, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Ian, are you worried they'll target your family?" Morton asked.

Ian paused for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

Morton snorted and slammed his right hand on the table.

"Thump!"

Not only did the tea on the stone table ripple, but the space itself also trembled slightly.

"They dare!" His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"I was able to defeat the Crimson Lord back then, and now I can crush the withered Speaker so much he can't even lift his head!"

He stared at Ian. "The rule in the wizarding world is that grudges should end with wizards and should not involve mortals."

"If they dare to retaliate against your family..."

A cold glint flashed in Morton's eyes.

"I'll go to their headquarters again and see how powerful my new witchcraft is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Even the slightest leak of the aura of a level three archmage makes it difficult to breathe.

Ian took a deep breath, suppressing the suffocating feeling in his heart.

"Thank you, Tower Master." Ian's gratitude was much more sincere, finally relieving him of a worry.

Morton waved his hand, and the oppressive aura dissipated.

"No need to thank me. Since you are from Shadowmoon, it is only right for the tower to protect your family."

He paused, his tone softening somewhat.

"However, I also have something I need you to do."

"Please speak."

"Potions." Morton looked at him. "The Rock Bear Potion, and a Tier 1 Starshine Potion."

Ian's eyes flickered; it seemed the tower master had a very clear understanding of his situation.

"The Rock Bear Potion can quickly enhance an apprentice's strength, while the Starlight Potion can improve the meditation efficiency of a first-level wizard. This is of great benefit to Shadowmoon's overall strength."

After Morton finished speaking, he leaned back.

"I won't take your recipe for nothing; you can name your terms."

Ian pondered for a moment, weighing the options in his mind.

Now that his strength has reached the limit of level one, he can release the [Rock Bear Potion] and [Starlight Potion] that he had previously valued to earn resources.

"I can trade the recipe for the Rock Bear Potion to the Tower."

Ian looked at Morton, "But the [Starlight Potion]... I still need to improve it."

Morton pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Okay, what do you want?"

"I have a new bloodline potion and I'd like to exchange it for some Tier 1 magic potion ingredients."

Ian thought for a moment, then said, "It would be best if the tower could provide a stable supply of materials, and also... I would like to borrow some of the books in the Star Vault on an ongoing basis."

Morton looked at Ian's sullen expression and laughed.

"You little rascal, you know how to ask for a price."

He paused his finger on the table. "The main materials are fine. As for the books in the Star Library... the core inheritance needs to be reported, but you can look at the other knowledge as you like."

"Thank you, Tower Master." Ian was overjoyed; this trip had not been in vain.

"Don't thank me yet," Morton waved his hand. "I have one more request."

Ian looked up at Morton. "Go on."

"Without affecting your own cultivation, try to refine as many [Rock Bear Potions] and [Starlight Potions] as possible."

Morton's eyes were serious. "Shadowmoon needs these potions; it needs to quickly increase its strength."

Ian was silent for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement.

Since there's no set quantity of medicine, it's definitely a matter of personal preference.

"I'll try."

"Okay." Morton smiled with satisfaction. "Then you can go back now. I'll have Alivia handle the details with you."

Ian stood up, bowed, and turned to leave the top of the tower.

As they reached the door, Morton suddenly spoke.

"Ian."

Ian stopped and turned around.

"Get promoted as soon as possible. The outside world is much more exciting than you think," Morton said, looking at him.

"Just don't die."

Ian nodded, pushed open the door, and went out.

The door closed, leaving Morton alone in the room.

He picked up the now-cold tea, drank it all in one gulp, and looked out the window.

"This is a true genius..."

He muttered to himself, "He's already on par with the top bloodlines in the central region..."

He didn't finish speaking, but just shook his head. Compared to him, Elena was far too well protected.

"Find some time and let her go out and gain some experience a few times."

……

It was already dark when Ian came out of the main tower.

Illuminating crystals lit up both sides of the street, casting pale white light onto the stone pavement and creating long shadows.

Several apprentices hurried past carrying books, but stopped abruptly when they saw Ian.

A look of awe and curiosity flashed in his eyes as he lowered his head and quickly walked away.

Ian ignored him and walked straight to his small building.

Along the way, he could sense that more than one pair of eyes were watching him from the shadows.

There was curiosity, awe, flattery, and also... jealousy.

But he doesn't care.

Pushing open the door, I found Gaga sprawled on the sofa, belly up, fast asleep.

Hearing the door open, its ears twitched and its eyes opened.

"You're back?" It rolled over and jumped onto Ian's shoulder. "What does the Tower Master want with you?"

"I made some deals and got some benefits." Ian took off his outer robe and hung it on the hanger.

"A deal?" Ga Ga tilted his head. "What kind of deal?"

"I traded some materials and permissions for the recipe of [Rock Bear Potion]."

Ian walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water.

Gaga's eyes lit up. "Does that mean we're rich?"

Ian took a sip of water, watching as Gaga's little eyes began to sparkle. "No."

He put down his cup, took out the three flawless magic stones from his dimensional ring, and placed them on the table.

The fist-sized crystal shimmered with a milky white glow under the light, its energy fluctuations gentle yet surging.

Gaga leaned over and poked at it with its paw.

"This is magic crystal? It's so beautiful..."

"Hmm." Ian put away the magic stone. "Starting tomorrow, we'll have to get busy. You also have things to do."

"Huh, is there something else I need to do?"

"You'll need to feed the saplings regularly for me," Ian said. "I also need to brew potions; I don't have time."

Gaga shrank back, "I don't want to go, Lucy and the other three will all scold me..."

Lucy and the others knew that Ian valued them highly, and they began to stop being afraid of Gaga.

They bickered all day yesterday, and Gaga got so angry that it almost ate them, but Ian stopped it.

Seeing that she couldn't turn down the job, Gaga rolled her little eyes.

"Hmph, I am Ian's best partner, Lucy and the others are just food."

Ian ignored Gaga's little scheme and went into the room next to the bedroom.

The silver sapling still stands in the center of the array, its branches and leaves outstretched, its silver light soft.

Five fruits surrounded its feet, their silvery threads intertwined, as it slept soundly.

The sapling sensed Ian's arrival and its branches swayed gently, conveying a friendly message.

Ian nodded and took out some blood essence and potions, placing them aside.

The five little ones were drawn in by the smell of the medicine and woke up.

"Quick, quick, the Great Demon King is serving dinner! Oh no, Benben, don't push..."

They stretched out their tiny silver threads and dipped them into the potion to enjoy it.

Ian didn't disturb them and quietly left.

Silent all night.

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