Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Mr. Xing," Weber said with a hint of hesitation in his voice, "I may need to tell you something."

"What's wrong, Weber? Isn't today your day off? Is there anything else?" Xing Qingyu raised his head and looked at Weber standing at the door, his eyebrows and eyes smiling, and his tone was relaxed. "Don't think about working overtime during the holiday. Hurry up and find a date with Lanise!"

"Miss Lanis and I didn't..." Weber was choked by this sentence, his face flushed slightly, and he quickly waved his hand to deny it, "No, now is not the time to discuss this-"

"--Mr. Xing, the number of students who first chose your class seems to be far lower than expected..." Weber's tone was filled with a hint of worry, and his voice gradually lowered.

Xing Qingyu stopped what he was doing after hearing that. After a moment's thought, he shrugged nonchalantly and smiled, "Ah, it's okay. This is all within our expectations."

He patted the box containing teaching aids and spoke with confidence, "Open classes are the first step in publicity, but after all, I'm still a new teacher. Even if the course content is good, I still have to slowly build up word of mouth."

"Usually, new teachers start by teaching required courses in foundational subjects or as a teaching assistant to build experience and connections," Xing Qingfeng continued. "It's normal that I don't have many students enrolled in my own course."

"It's challenging precisely because the starting point is a little different." Xing Qingfeng smiled and waved his hand, his tone still relaxed. "Otherwise, it would be so boring."

"But..." Weber wanted to speak again, but Xing Qingqi raised his hand to stop him.

Xing Qingfeng glanced at the clock on the wall, estimated the time, and his smile brightened. "Fewer people means less. It'll make it easier to teach students in accordance with their aptitude! Besides, are you worried that I'll be hurt by this?"

He slammed the lesson plan onto the box, a look of almost mocking pride appearing on his face. "No matter what, the number of people attending the class will definitely not be less than when my teacher was there! As long as people show up, it's enough to get started."

Weber opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't find any words to refute. He could only sigh silently and watch Xing Qingfu confidently push open the office door.

Before leaving, Xing Qingqiu turned around and added, "Weber, enjoy your vacation and don't worry all day long."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared down the hallway, leaving Weber standing there, unsure whether to laugh or sigh. Silence returned to the office, save for the faint, almost inaudible sound of the pen on the desk rolling gently.

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Xing Qingfeng was walking in the corridor of El-Melloi's classroom.

The layout of the Clock Tower classrooms differed from that of a secular university. Each classroom was not simply a place for teaching, but rather a node within a vast system within a discipline. The Clock Tower boasted seventy classrooms for various disciplines, including five large classrooms managed by the entire faculty. Xing Qingjiu's previous open class was actually held in one of the large classrooms, though it was nominally El-Melloi's classroom.

The entirety of El-Melloi's classroom is actually far more complex than meets the eye. Beyond the outer teaching areas, the core lies within the research facilities and spiritual lands. For this reason, while nominally a classroom, from a magus's perspective, it's more aptly described as a city of seventy-five.

Except for all the basic subjects which are located in a building outside London, the other eleven subjects have been transformed into satellite cities and are distributed in various blocks of London.

Xing Qingfeng paced at the end of the corridor, already imagining the future of taking over this classroom. Although the current lack of students meant only one classroom was available, he remained undaunted and even felt a subtle excitement for the future. As the school's reputation grew, students would naturally flock to it. If the first batch of students could stay on as teaching assistants or even lecturers, Weber could oversee the entire teaching process, further expanding the school's operations.

"Tsk tsk, Master Niu," Xing Qingyu muttered to himself as he thought, a hint of ridicule in his voice, "In your life, there are two irreparable regrets: one is that you can't teach students and have no apprentices, and the other is that you lost a lot of money in the stock market... Oh, teacher, it seems I can help you make up for these two shortcomings-"

"——My students are your disciples, so let's start by spreading our students all over the world!"

He stopped and looked back at the old clock hanging on the wall of the corridor. The hour hand was pointing to the hour.

"The timing is just right." He raised the corner of his mouth and walked briskly towards the classroom door.

As the crisp bell for class echoed in the corridor, Xing Qingyu stood in front of the classroom door, took a deep breath, patted the lesson plan in his hand, put on a confident smile on his face, and then pushed open the door of the classroom.

However, he wasn't greeted by the lively classroom atmosphere he'd expected, but instead by a hollow silence. The long tables and chairs were neatly arranged. Morning light streamed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor, casting distinct lines of light and shadow. A few people sat scattered throughout the vast classroom.

Xing Qingyu stood at the door for a moment, then glanced around and quickly counted the number of people.

——Exactly equal to the number of Newton’s students, four people, three boys and one girl.

This number made him subconsciously stunned. He stepped out the door, lowered his head and carefully glanced at the classroom doorplate. After confirming that it was correct, he turned back and looked around the empty corridor - the entire floor was silent, and he was the only one moving around.

"I'm not in the wrong place..." Xing Qingqiu muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt in his heart, but he quickly regained his composure. He walked back to the classroom, his footsteps light and even, echoing on the floor. The classroom was still empty, with only four students sitting in their seats, and it was unusually quiet. Xing Qingqiu stood in front of the podium, took a deep breath, and tried not to look too out of place.

"Is there something wrong with my class notice?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself. He turned around and looked at the boy sitting in the front row, trying to find some answers. "Is there something wrong with him...?"

The student sitting in the front row looked up, a hint of apology on his face, and replied softly, "Teacher, there are only four of us who have signed up for your class. There is no one else."

"..." Xing Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly, and he remained silent for a moment. He lowered his head and quickly glanced at the corner of the classroom, recalling everything about the announcement. Everything seemed to be correct. He coughed quietly, raised his head, and tried to act nonchalant. He walked to the podium and casually placed the lesson plan and teaching box in his hands.

"Okay, how about we introduce ourselves?" Xing Qingqiu smiled, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. He gently placed the box next to the desk. Then, he bent down and pulled out a roll of paper, casually squeezing it before continuing, "Let me introduce myself again. I'm Xing Qingqiu. You can call me Dr. Xing, but I'm also fine with a more intimate nickname."

He paused, looking around, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. "I'm Chinese, but my magic system is Alchemist, leaning towards the Atlas School." Xing Qingfeng smiled faintly and continued, "My magic system doesn't rely too much on the quality of an individual's magic circuits. You should have learned about this in previous open classes. As for me, this is basically an introduction. You'll have more opportunities to get to know me in the future. Now it's your turn."

After the four students finished introducing themselves, Xing Qingqiu tapped the table lightly, his eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn't interested in these students from aristocratic families. After all, he was more concerned with magic itself, not those lofty bloodlines and family backgrounds.

But even so, he couldn't help but notice that the temperament of these four students was different from those of ordinary civilian magicians - the implicit elegance and caution in them did not seem like they came from an ordinary magician family.

"Why did you choose my class?" Xing Qingqi paused before continuing. His tone wasn't oppressive, but rather filled with curiosity and a touch of ease. The classroom was silent, the air frozen. The four students' eyes crossed, stealing glances at each other.

At this moment, Xing Qingwu noticed that the expressions on their faces were slightly hesitant, as if some words were difficult to say.

Xing Qingfeng wasn't in a hurry. He leaned against the desk, clapped his hands gently, and continued with a smile, "Let me guess...you're all from the Minerals Department, right?" He raised an eyebrow, glanced at the four students, and said as if jokingly, "Are you here specifically to show your support, or are you trying to use this as a springboard to develop a relationship with Kenneth? Just be frank, I don't mind."

A flicker of embarrassment crossed the four students' eyes when they heard this, but they quickly regained their composure. The male student in the front row raised his head slightly and looked at Xing Qingqu with a complicated expression, but his tone was surprisingly direct. "Both..." His voice was low and hesitant, but gradually became firmer. "I did come here with the hope of meeting the Lord... I hope the Lord will get to know me too—"

"—Lord hasn't been active in the Clock Tower for a long time. I heard he seems to be doing some strange things in the secular world," a student quickly took over. "That means he sees fewer students, so if you can leave an impression on him, it might be of great benefit in the future."

"And you have a close relationship with the Lord," the girl sitting to the side added softly, her voice a hint of cautious probing. "As an important figure in the Lord's faction, you also represent our Minerals Department to a certain extent. If no one comes to the first class of your Zero Dream Inducing the Dragon Ball, it would be a bit... "

There was a slight pause in her voice, as if she didn't dare to express all she was thinking, but the underlying meaning was clear: she was hinting to Xing Qingjiu that if no one attended the class, it would inevitably have a negative impact on his reputation and even affect his relationship with the Lord. She couldn't help but lower her head, slightly avoiding Xing Qingjiu's gaze, her face slightly flushed, as if she had said something wrong and was afraid to take it back.

Xing Qingyu stood behind the podium, lowered his head slightly, and listened quietly to the girl's words. His brows did not frown because of her words, but instead gradually unfolded a faint smile.

"Well, I think I understand." Xing Qingfeng didn't show any discouragement. Instead, he looked more calm, and there was a hint of smile in his voice. "Since you are all from the Mineral Science Department, let's start with the basics of alchemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and quickly wrote a line of words -

——What is alchemy?

The chalk scratched with a crisp sound, and the handwriting on the blackboard was concise and powerful, as if each word conveyed his understanding and respect for this knowledge. Xing Qingqu returned to the podium and glanced at the four students. Seeing their expressions focused on him, he smiled slightly and continued, "Classmates, you are all from the Minerals Department, so you must have some understanding of alchemy. Since there are so few of us, there is no need for so many rules. Just say whatever comes to your mind."

One of the students sitting in the front row cleared his throat and spoke hesitantly, "Matter is composed of basic elements. The distinction between these elements varies from school to school, but in essence, the transformation of matter is accomplished through specific methods and rituals."

Xing Qingqi nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes. "Hmm, yes, this is indeed the most original form of alchemy," he said, his tone still gentle. "But what about the alchemy system of the Clock Tower that you've learned?"

There was silence for a second. The four students exchanged glances, and one of them hesitated before speaking, "Hmm... using the magic base to complete a specific ritual to obtain the desired traits and craft the ceremonial garment?"

Xing Qingfeng smiled softly and nodded. "Right. So, don't you see a problem?" He leaned slightly closer to the desk, his voice lowered. "Why does alchemy, the study of the flow of matter, require a magical foundation to complete?"

"But the magic base is the foundation of modern magic. Without the magic base, modern alchemy would simply not be possible..." the girl at the side explained, but she retreated halfway through her words.

"Yes, that's quite right," Xing Qingfeng affirmed. "But the origin of alchemy itself is different from the magic of the Age of Gods." He paused, looking seriously at each student. "The essence of magic of the Age of Gods is to exercise the power of God, while the essence of alchemy is to pursue the transformation of things—"

"—But Clock Tower alchemy is a product of the fusion of Western magic, and therefore is inevitably limited by the basic magical foundation." Xing Qingjiu's voice was as smooth as flowing water. "And the most traditional alchemy is actually almost completely unaffected by Western magic. It is a highly developed version of ancient Egyptian metallurgy, which is its source."

"Oh, so this is the alchemy of the Atlas House, said to have been inherited from the goddess Isis?" One of the students seemed excited and quickly agreed, "It's a completely different system from the Clock Tower alchemy."

"It's not exactly Atlas Academy alchemy," Xing Qingqi said with a smile, "What I'm going to teach you may be highly consistent with Atlas Academy alchemy, but the teaching approach is different—"

"—I will teach you a modern system that also originates from alchemy, from a more modern perspective."

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If we go back to the Clock Tower, the plot will not be entirely about teaching. Some of the plots of the second generation can actually be unfolded simultaneously. Moreover, at this point in time, the students who appeared in Erme's lab in the original work have not arrived yet. The second generation found Gray before the 5th World War, and the plot began to teach that class of students. The current timeline is still a little earlier.

As for Grey... Actually, I don't like to break up CPs. I think it's fine for Grey to just stay with the younger generation. The younger generation is already powerful enough in this book. It would be too tragic to take away one of the few people who can comfort him (laughs). What do you think?

Moreover, it is difficult to say that all these students are suitable for the protagonist to teach. The simplest example is Rin. I can't even imagine letting Rin Tohsaka study modern chemistry.

So in the end, Weber still had to take responsibility for teaching, which was a stomachache he couldn't escape.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

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By the way, I found that the tag of the book friend's "Zou Xiu Spiritual Inheritance" was gone, I was very sad, in fact, I liked this tag very much, so I added a "Taoism Spiritual Inheritance", so that it will not be rejected because of involving books outside the site.

Volume 6: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . One day, I will fill this place with people.

"First, before we begin teaching alchemy, let's start with magic, and even the essence of modern magic." Xing Qingqiu waved his hand lightly, and the tip of his pen quickly moved across the blackboard. Then, he drew an arrow next to the original inscription "What is Alchemy" and wrote the words "What is Magic" where the arrow pointed. "Since you are learning the system of the Clock Tower, starting from this perspective will be more effective—"

"From the perspective of the clock tower," Xing Qingfeng looked around at the students present, then slowly said, "What do you think magic is?"

His questions did not have any sense of urgency, but rather seemed like a guide, waiting for students to think and respond on their own.

A male student sitting in the front row raised his head slightly, cleared his throat, and said, "Magic is the application of mystery. We learn mystery, practice mystery, and recreate mystery, but we cannot create mystery itself."

Xing Qingyu nodded slightly with a calm expression: "Well, this answer is very good." He raised his hand slightly, pointed at the words on the blackboard, and his eyes swept across the students' faces one by one.

"Modern magic is based on contacting the magic base engraved in the world and sending commands to it to execute pre-made functions. So, I have a question—"

"—Why do you think the number of people who can know the secret is limited?"

The classroom fell silent again, as the four students pondered the question. Xing Qingyu remained calm, his arms crossed over his chest, quietly awaiting the answer.

Finally, a student in the front row raised his head and replied, "The mystery flowing from the Source is limited in quantity. The more people it is shared among, the less each person can access. Therefore, the number of people who can know the mystery must be limited."

"And the word 'magic' comes from 'mystery'..." the female student beside her continued, "It means closing, locking, concealing, and self-termination. It's something that must never be made public, understood, or used by the vast majority of people."

"Yes," Xing Qingfeng nodded and confirmed, "This is also common knowledge in modern Western magic, which developed from the word 'mystery'."

His tone of voice remained relaxed, but the atmosphere in the classroom was slightly tense, with everyone paying close attention to his next words.

"But," Xing Qingqi paused, "is it completely correct? Is this theory universal? Are there any mysterious systems that don't belong to this theory?"

Xing Qingyu stood in front of the podium, slightly sideways, with his hands on the desk, giving the students some time to think. The clock hanging on the wall made a slight ticking sound, which seemed to remind them of the passage of time.

After a period of silence, Xing Qingyu finally broke the silence: "Let's take the simplest example, the Holy Church. Are there any students who understand their foundation of 'God's Teachings'?" His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the classroom.

At this time, a student sitting in the last row couldn't help but whispered: "Teacher, this is the clock tower." There was a hint of joking in his words, but in Xing Qingqi's eyes, this relaxed reaction was exactly what he wanted.

Xing Qingyu smiled faintly, as if he'd anticipated this reaction. He shrugged lightly, as if to indicate it wasn't a big deal. "Ah, it's okay. Let me tell you all about it. After all, I used to work at the Holy Church. After getting to know the church, I learned a few tricks from them. I'm pretty familiar with the Holy Church's 'God's Teachings.'"

After saying this, he opened the briefcase under the podium, took out three black keys and held them in his hands.

Then, he gently closed his eyes and sang softly: "I kill, I give life. What I wound, I heal."

The classroom was silent, and the students stared at the three black keys intently.

"My eyes and ears are the eyes and ears of the Lord; my hands and feet are the hands and feet of the Lord; my will is the will of the Lord; I perform the miracles of the Lord on this earth."

His voice froze for a moment, as if he was recalling something, but then he shrugged with a relaxed smile on his face: "I forgot what happened next, anyway-"

His tone suddenly changed and he raised his voice:

“——Lord, please have mercy (Kirie Eleison)!”

As he finished speaking, the three black keys suddenly erupted in a raging blue flame, as if the very air of the classroom had been ignited by this force. The flames didn't spread like ordinary flames, but danced with a strange rhythm, the blue light dancing across the black keys. The students were captivated by this scene, practically holding their breath.

Xing Qingqi didn't rush to explain. Instead, he gently shook the black keys in his hand, letting the flames dance in the air. "For the Holy Church, their baptismal chants are also an application of the mystery." He waved the black keys in his hand, and the flames drifted with the movement, shining brightly. "On the one hand, they do limit the total number of people who know the mystery. Note, the total number. But on the other hand, they don't restrict the actual theory at all. You can learn whatever you want."

At this moment, one of the students finally couldn't help but complain softly, "Teacher, wasn't your chant just now too casual... What do you mean by... forgot the last part?"

Xing Qingqi smiled, unconcerned with the students' teasing. He waved his hand casually. "Ah, that's unimportant," he replied casually. "Ever since I discovered I could chant the baptismal chant by simply adding 'Kirie Eleison' to the end of anything, I've pretty much forgotten all the chants I learned—"

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly relaxed a lot, and the students couldn't help but laugh softly, making the air feel more relaxed. However, Xing Qingqi was not interrupted. He swept his eyes across the class and his voice became calm again:

"—In short, the Holy Church doesn't restrict specific magical theories," he paused, then continued, "and the same is true for the Atlas Academy. Although the Atlas Academy's rule is that one's own research can only be disclosed to oneself, it doesn't actually prohibit the exploration of other people's research results. It's just because the research of the Atlas Academy is relatively dangerous, so they set this principle."

Xing Qingqiu's gaze pierced the classroom window, gazing at the sky outside, as if searching for a suitable pause. Light streamed in from the window, illuminating his slightly forward-leaning figure and casting a warm glow. The students stared at him intently, awaiting his next words.

"Then let's take a look at the Eastern magic system, which has the largest number of magicians in the world," Xing Qingfu said in a calm voice. He gently waved the chalk in his hand and continued to write on the blackboard. The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the blackboard was crisp and loud.

"You all should be familiar with their mind magic, right?" Xing Qingyu paused, looked around, and swept his eyes over every student.

"The magic at the Spiral Pavilion doesn't rely on a so-called magic base," Xing Qingfeng nodded slightly and continued, "They rely on a thought disk to perform their magic. I won't go into the specific principles here."

Xing Qingyu was not in a hurry to continue, but gently pushed away some debris on the desk, revealing a booklet that he had casually placed on the desk. Xing Qingyu opened the cover and glanced at it casually, as if giving himself time to sort out his thoughts, and as if giving the students more space to understand.

"The Spiral Pavilion has a special feature," he finally said, his tone changing slightly. "While their magic has certain restrictions on reading, it is basically open to all Spiral Pavilion magicians." He paused. "This is in stark contrast to the magic system of the Clock Tower."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp knocking sound suddenly rang out on the wooden tabletop. Xing Qingqi casually tapped the tabletop with his fingers, his eyes fixed on the students, as if to make them understand the importance of this point:

"After listing so many, we will find a problem——"

"--It seems that only the magicians of the Clock Tower are so obsessed with keeping the specific theories of magic secret." He paused for a few seconds, leaving the students enough time to digest this information.

"Can you understand why?"

A student sitting in the first row raised his hand cautiously: "Because only Western magic has its etymology from mystery?" His tone was a little tentative, but he was not completely sure.

"That's not all." Xing Qingqi sighed, stroking his chin with his hand, his tone filled with helplessness, "Because the Clock Tower has the most magicians, and the goal is to reach the source of magic—"

“——And reaching the root has a most basic condition, which is uniqueness.”

A student at the podium whispered to himself: "Uniqueness..."

Xing Qingqiu noticed the students' reactions and nodded slightly. "Imagine this: if you make your academic achievements public and multiple people learn the underlying principles, others might be able to replicate your research using the same principles. If someone exceptionally talented emerges among these people and surpasses you, then your entire family's research will most likely be cut off from its roots."

He took a deep breath and his gaze lingered on each student's face for a moment: "Because the path to the root is often unique."

"Take magic as an example. Even if the second person completely copied the first person's methods and followed the same route, they would not be able to obtain magic."

At this moment, a student in the audience suddenly raised his hand eagerly, barely controlling his voice. "Wait a minute!" His voice was filled with confusion and surprise. "So, you're saying that only the magicians in the Clock Tower aim to reach the source?"

The Atlas Academy observes the future, while the Spiral Hall aims for artificial origins. Xing Qingqi's eyes swept across the classroom. "As for the Holy Church, they only work for humanity's independent and proper management of the mysteries."

"If we don't need to get to the root of it, keeping specific magecraft theories secret is completely useless—"

"——The alchemy I teach is naturally not subject to these constraints. After all, its ultimate goal is to complete the flow of phenomena."

The students exchanged glances, a subtle tension hanging in the air. Xing Qingfeng slowly scanned the classroom, his gaze etched with question and confusion on every student's face. He gently flicked the eraser beside him, sweeping away a few grains of fallen powder. His movements were simple and fluid, as if he were organizing his thoughts.