The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

Marcus Paramel, the highly respected master of pharmacology, was holding Ryan's hand, his eyes, clouded from years of handling high-purity magical energy and meticulous observation, filled with excitement.

He had just bought a magic repair potion from Ryan for twenty gold coins, and couldn't wait to take out a few drops of the liquid and put them on the lab table.

Sure enough, as soon as the results came out... he was as surprised and delighted as a child who had discovered a precious toy treasure.

"This is impossible..." Marcus hadn't even had dinner yet, his voice was a little hoarse as he carefully manipulated a mithril probe, piercing the azure liquid in the container once more.

On one side, on the adamantite plate engraved with hundreds of intricate runes, pure, ice-blue light slowly spread along the patterns, with almost no other colored ripples to be detected!

"Eighty-nine...ninety...ninety-one point eight!?" Marcus stared at the final reading displayed on the runeboard and excitedly tugged at his beard.

"The basic building blocks... what's with this arrangement?! It's so harmonious, it doesn't seem like it's been affected by any magic!"

Ultimately, the plants were transformed into special herbs by the influence of magic, and the magic was used to power the alchemy equipment...

There must be some leakage of magic power involved! This should affect the composition of the entire herb!

But the potion was clearly not the product of any alchemical array... nor was it made of magical equipment...

Marcus paced back and forth excitedly. This novel method... was enough to keep him up all night in his pursuit of "truth"!

Twenty gold coins! This money was absolutely well spent!

The old professor could no longer contain himself; he had to see the person who had concocted the potion immediately!

Behind such a groundbreaking achievement must stand an extraordinary master!

"Ryan! Yes, yes... Bring Ryan here!" Marcus rushed out of the laboratory, the hem of his noble purple-gold robe billowing in the dust!

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The following afternoon, the sun shone brightly, and the "Heisenberg Pharmacy" was still bustling with people. Compared to the frenzy of crowds when it opened, the crowd now seemed much more orderly.

Iseria maintained her sweet, business-like smile, skillfully fetching medicine and giving change, displaying a rather capable demeanor like a "boss lady," but her mind was preoccupied with the frothy pudding that Yunevo had treated her to.

"Welcome!"

Ryan walked into the store, stepping aside to make way for the imposing yet somewhat urgent figure behind him—Marcus Paramel, who had been up all night.

The still somewhat noisy environment suddenly quieted down. The uniforms worn by the professors of Tuss College... or rather, senior professors like Marcus, were an invisible form of oppression.

Many apprentices and commoners recognized him, some exclaiming in surprise, others stepping aside to make way, watching curiously from a distance.

"You've come to see me," Yunev patted Iselia's head, letting her sit back in his recliner to rest for a while.

"Mr. Ionevo Sol... I've heard so much about you," Marcus said with a smile, extending his hand to Ionevo and giving him a simple handshake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I wonder why you've come to see me..." Yunefu sighed inwardly and turned his questioning gaze to the old man in front of him.

"I... I've analyzed your magic potion... It has a purity of 91.8, but its structure and properties are exceptionally outstanding."

Marcus lowered his voice and spoke, his tone carrying the urgency of a scholar for knowledge, along with a hint of excitement.

"How...how did you do that? Rare materials? Lost ancient alchemy...?"

"It's just a combination of high-quality Ice Breath Grass, Dewdrop Flower, and some distilled purified water."

Yoniv's smile showed neither anger at being offended nor a trace of smugness; on the contrary, he remained calm and composed.

"As for the actual methods, they are nothing more than my basic understanding of the transformation of matter, but they are based on the work of predecessors and are not very sophisticated."

"Basic understanding? That's beneath you!?" Marcus stared, wide-eyed. "Young man! What kind of basic understanding could break through the known limits of purification?"

Yunevo paused, indeed... such knowledge was a compulsory course for everyone in his previous life, and over time he had developed this kind of habitual way of thinking...

Fortunately, I have never shown my true colors to outsiders, otherwise I would have looked pathetic.

"Do you believe... that everything is made up of even smaller 'magical dust'? Or... that in a single alchemical reaction, those 'elements' transform according to laws defined by established principles?"

Marcus was clearly bewildered by these cryptic words, but his strong sixth sense pointed to what he had been pursuing all his life... that vague, lifelong research.

"You've personally conducted quite a few experiments... so you must know about 'impurities,' right?" Yunevo rubbed his head; the switching between the common languages ​​of the two worlds was giving him a real headache.

"Of course, compared to 'active ingredients,' aren't 'impurities' just those unwanted byproducts?"

"According to my previous viewpoint... 'magical dust,' in other words, different particles make up the current substance."

"All I did was break down and synthesize those particles... using these instruments, with the aid of a few alchemical arrays."

He pointed to the exquisitely arranged display cases of alchemical instruments in the store, where several uniquely shaped condenser tubes and fractionation devices reflected a faint light.

"Energy is conserved in the process, and the total amount of matter is also conserved; only the forms change..."

Eunice sprinkled a small handful of coarse salt on the counter and fiddled with it casually.

"With the stimulation of external energy, the alchemical reaction becomes 'active' rather than 'forced,' and the particles each take what they need..."

"Taking magic potions as an example, their 'coldness' and 'cohesiveness' will not be redundant in any part of the potion, thereby affecting the magic flow."

Yonivore's descriptions are a strange yet self-consistent mix of his past life's scientific views and the context of modern magic and alchemy... It's just a matter of how much the old professor can understand.

He paused, then spoke solemnly.

"What we need to do is not create from nothing, but recombine and endow..."

Marcus boasts that he has devoted himself to pharmacy for more than 20 years, but he has never heard anyone explain alchemy in such a "fundamental" way!

It's not about blindly pursuing superb skills... but about a completely subversive perspective!

The idea was so audacious that it made him tremble... but it could explain the coexistence of turbidity and clarity in those potions!

"Could you... could you demonstrate it?" The old professor, who had been pondering for a long time, raised his head slightly, his breathing somewhat heavy.

"This is not a question! Faced with the vast ocean of knowledge, I am merely an apprentice seeking 'truth'..." His eyes were filled with a burning flame of thirst for knowledge.

"Could you personally demonstrate, using the most basic materials... an unprecedented skill that transforms the mundane into the miraculous?"