Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Hmm... the raw material for Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid is mercury, right?" Patricia muttered to herself on the other end of the line, her tone thoughtful. "So... Argera or Morphargia... But four-syllable names seem a bit tongue-twisting. How about Morphyra as a shortened name?"

"Can you explain it?" Xing Qingwu asked curiously.

"The name Argera is derived from the Greek word for silver, which is simplified to create the root arg-," Patricia's voice echoed again. "It is then combined with the common feminine suffix -era in Greek to represent silver."

"As for Morphargia, the root word 'Morph-' comes from the Greek 'μορφ?' (morphē), meaning shape or form, and in modern usage it's often associated with morphological change. Then we add 'arg', meaning silver, and the feminine suffix '-ia' to get this name."

"To simplify, Mofela is a good abbreviation."

"Hmm... I think the latter is better?" Xing Qingfeng said, "It seems to be more in line with the child's current situation. Thank you very much."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry, opened the door and returned to the girl.

"From now on, you can just be called 'Morphargia', okay?" Xing Qingqi said as he sat back at the table. "I'll usually call you by a simpler nickname, Morphyra. When you decide to give yourself a name, you can change it."

The girl continued to sit at the table, her brows slightly furrowed, her head tilted. Her eyes never left Xing Qingqi, but her face remained expressionless. She seemed to not understand why Xing Qingqi was so obsessed with giving her a name.

"Then I will call you this from now on." Mofagia said softly.

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The daily plot is almost over here. Next, I will focus on continuing to push the main line and slightly hint at the hidden line.

As for the name Morphargia, it's actually a reference to the name of the butterfly group Morfonica, which comes from the German word for metamorphose and the word for violin, Symphonic. It's also a pun on the genus Morpho (scientific name: Morpho). However, my writing skills can only split and reconstruct the two words, so puns are still a bit difficult for me (sad).

Morph-, derived from μορφ? (morphē), shape or form, and combined with the simplified root arg of ?ργυρο? to obtain Morphargia, which can literally be understood as the form of silver, referring to the fact that Morphargia's body is mimicked by the marrow fluid of the moon spirit.

If we extend the meaning of Morph- in modern terms, we can get the meaning of changing form, that is, changing silver, which is highly consistent with the Greek word for mercury, υδρ?ργυρο? (water silver, flowing silver). Both refer to the spirit, that is, Morfagea is the variation of King Arthur's spirit.

On this basis, I actually still want to extend it to Eidos/Idea, which is Plato's form, but I thought about it carefully. On the one hand, this character has not reached this level, and on the other hand, if it is incorporated, the name will be too long and unpleasant.

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I'll lie down for a while and see if I can write another 2,000 words. I hope I can wake up before 9 o'clock.

Volume 42: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Imitation, Substitution, and Inductive Summarization

Xing Qingyu stood in front of his office, his desk piled with documents, lesson plans, and freshly graded exams. He carefully flipped through his newly written lesson plan, his brows furrowed slightly.

The air was filled with the scent of books and ink. Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow on the edges of the folders. Xing Qingqiu put down his lesson plan and reached for the four graded final exams on the table. He lowered his head to examine them one by one, and the veins in his head became more and more pronounced the more he looked.

"Sigh... one by one," Xing Qingfeng sighed softly, "These little bastards better really teach themselves math during the summer vacation - otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for class. He took a deep breath, stood up, tidied his desk, and put the lesson plan and test paper into the drawer. Mo Fazia was sitting quietly next to the water cup on the table, seemingly observing something motionlessly. Xing Qingqi took back his teaching box, which had been treated as a toy, from her hands and gently put it away. Then he noticed that Mo Fazia seemed to have something in her mouth -

—A test tube labeled Hg, though the metal inside seemed to be only half as full as it once was.

"How many times have I told you not to eat this stuff! It's not food!" Xing Qingfeng let out a sharp explosion. "You are mimicked by the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, but that doesn't mean you have to eat this stuff!"

"I just wanted to try it, and it tastes pretty good." Morfagia's gaze slowly turned to him, her silver eyes still lifeless. She said lightly, "It has a slightly sweet taste, but a very spicy aftertaste. It's a very special taste."

Xing Qingqi suddenly felt a headache and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, as if trying to endure something. Mo Fajia's curiosity was sometimes almost boundless, which made him feel helpless and a little headache.

As a mimic of the Moon Spirit's marrow, although she appears human in appearance, her "appetite" has obviously not been fully understood and restrained. Especially when she comes into contact with some strange things, she always tries them without thinking.

Mofagia remained unfazed. She nodded gently, her lips curled slightly, as if she didn't fully understand Xing Qingqi's strong reaction. The curiosity and innocence in her eyes were still clear. She looked at Xing Qingqi quietly, without any further objection, and simply put the mercury test tube back to its place without hesitation.

Xing Qingyu sighed and rubbed his temples. He walked to the file rack, picked up his coat, and prepared to go to class. A glance at the wall clock showed that it was almost time for class. He put down the test tube in his hand, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Okay... I'll tell you why mercury can't be eaten after class." He said with a sigh.

Glancing at the wall clock, Xing Qingqiu saw that the time was approaching. He calmed down a little, stood up, quickly straightened his clothes, put down the lesson plan in his hand, and walked towards the door. He gently opened the door, walked out of the office, and when he closed the door, he did not forget to glance at Mo Fajia, who was sitting quietly.

Mo Fajia watched Xing Qingyu leave quietly, her eyes expressionless, as if all her emotions had long since dissipated. The sound of Xing Qingyu's footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only the hollow echo of the office, and the room once again fell into a quiet atmosphere.

After a moment, Morfagia gently stood up, her eyes a bit lost, as if she wasn't quite sure what to do next. She strolled over to the bookshelf, reached out, and casually picked up a few books. Her movements were slow and calm, as if she was enjoying this stress-free moment. Her fingers gently turned the pages, and finally, her eyes rested on a more worn volume.

The cover of the book was a bit worn, and the edges were a bit yellowed. Xing Qingqiu had brought it to his office specifically because it seemed to be one of Mo Fajia's favorites. Whenever she felt bored or lonely, she would always pick it up from the bookshelf and read it over and over again.

——The book is called "The Legend of King Arthur".

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Xing Qingyu walked quickly down the corridor, his steps hurried. The corridor outside was empty and quiet, only the faint echo of his footsteps could be heard. The air was filled with the smell of fresh cleaning, mixed with a faint woody fragrance, as if it was emanating from the skeleton of the building. The corridor was lined with neatly arranged classroom doors, but most of the door signs were blank. Xing Qingyu's eyes swept across the doors one by one, finally locking onto the door of the classroom in front.

Just then, the bell rang, its crisp twang piercing the quiet of the hallway. Without a pause, Xing Qingqi flung open the classroom door, confronted by a sea of students, some sitting and some standing. To his surprise, the classroom was far more occupied than he'd anticipated. Nearly a dozen students had already taken their seats, their eyes fixed on him. It seemed their interest in the class far exceeded his expectations.

Xing Qingfu was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he smiled, and said to himself: "Not bad." He looked around the classroom at the sparse but not lacking seats that were full, and an inexplicable sense of accomplishment surged in his heart.

"The number of my students has already doubled that of my teacher. This is a good thing," Xing Qingqi said complacently. "It means I have finally surpassed my teacher in a certain area—"

"—All I need to do now is make a killing from stock trading and then I can call myself a successful apprentice."

He reached for the teaching aid box beside the podium and casually placed it aside. He slowly stood up and cleared his throat. The smile on his face remained unchanged, and then he adjusted his tone:

"Okay, let me briefly introduce myself to all the new students." Xing Qingyu patted his teaching box and glanced back and forth among the seated students. "Xing Qingyu, I'm Chinese. I teach modern alchemy, which is a highly developed form of ancient Egyptian metallurgy."

"Yes, that's not the Clock Tower's definition of alchemy." He paused, then slowly stepped out from behind the podium, his arms lightly folded across his chest. "But Clock Tower alchemy itself is a fusion of Western magic. Hmm... probably like the Einzbern family's androids."

"But the veteran alchemists who hold the Luo flag wouldn't call this alchemy. After all, it relies on an inscribed magic base to produce specious effects," Xing Qingfeng quipped. "For those who pursue the transformation of phenomena, this is probably an unacceptable degradation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight sound of raising hands was heard in the classroom. A student sitting in the front row raised her hand cautiously. After receiving a nod from Xing Qingqi, she asked:

"Teacher, you don't seem to consider yourself one of them?"

"They're both from the same source, but in different directions. I prefer to examine magic or alchemy from a more modern perspective." Xing Qingqi smiled faintly, as if extremely confident in his argument. "I've already discussed this with my classmates last semester," he said. "I've just extended it a little bit—"

"—Of course, everyone, please remember to include my signature when spreading these words. I'm quite familiar with the Lord of the Minerals Department and the Einzbern family. These are the only two factions within the Clock Tower system that primarily practice alchemy, so I can freely say such things." His joking tone immediately lightened the atmosphere of the entire class. "But if you don't sign your names, be careful of getting beaten up by someone you don't know."

He paused for a moment, observing the students' reactions, then tapped the chalk on the blackboard, signaling the start of the class.

"Hmm... after a brief pause, it seems everyone has adjusted to my style." Xing Qingqiu glanced around the classroom, his gaze finally settling on the new students. He smiled gently, his gaze gentle. "Now that everyone is ready, let's begin the discussion."

"Last semester, we discussed the differences between alchemy and Western magic, and how the core of alchemy lies in the 'transformation of phenomena.'" Xing Qingqiu tapped the blackboard with his chalk. "The Clock Tower's alchemy, however, relies on a magical foundation and is essentially a compromise with Western magic. Today, we're going to explore further—"

"—Why does alchemy exist independently of the foundation of magic?"

The classroom was completely silent. The four students who had been there had already opened their notebooks, preparing to take notes. The new students, however, mostly frowned and glanced at each other, not taking notes. Instead, they looked at Xing Qingqi to listen to his next words.

"First of all, we should further define what the 'magic base' is." Xing Qingqiu waved his fingers on the blackboard, and the chalk made a crisp sound on the blackboard. He quickly wrote a few words: "Magic Base".

"The Magic Foundation, to put it simply, is the foundation of magic and the basis of all magical operations. Modern magic is largely inseparable from the existence of the Magic Foundation. When performing magic, the magician must establish a connection with the Magic Foundation." Xing Qingqiu paused for a moment, glancing at the students in the audience, and continued, "In other words, the operation of magic requires 'establishing contact with the Magic Foundation engraved in the world, issuing commands to it, and exerting magical power' in order to achieve the magic's effect."

"In this process, magic power acts like fuel, supporting the entire magic." He paused, gently raised the chalk in his hand, and pointed to the words already written on the blackboard. "This process is not much different from any other way of exercising mystical power."

"The magician must provide magic power while sending instructions, otherwise the process will fail—"

"—Once these prerequisites are met, magic will be activated according to the magic theories engraved in the world by various schools of magicians."

As Xing Qingfeng spoke, he drew a simple flowchart on the blackboard:

Send a command → The magic base receives the command and magic power → Output magic.

"This should make it pretty clear," Xing Qingqiu put down his chalk and turned to look at the audience, his eyes sweeping over every student's face. "You all should have learned this in your foundation studies, right?"

"Um... not in that much detail," a student in the front row hesitated, then finally raised his hand. "They basically talked about the basics of magic, but didn't go into the specific process."

"Okay, then let's take a closer look at this process," Xing Qingyu stood beside the podium, leaning forward slightly, as if intentionally trying to make his voice more penetrating.

"We can use the Eastern magic system and thought process to examine our own magic foundation." Xing Qingfeng paused, making sure everyone's attention was focused on him. "We can simply and crudely formulate a theory that's easy to understand—"

"—The magic base can be considered a degraded mind base to some extent."

He gently wrote the words "Thought Disk" on the blackboard, then tilted his head and continued, "The Thought Disk is an oversized ceremonial garment that has been integrated with the Earth and possesses artificial divinity."

"Thought magic users are connected to a thought disk, using it to perform their magic." Xing Qingfeng paused, giving the students ample time to absorb and reflect. "In this respect, it's essentially the same as modern Western magic."

However, just as the explanation continued, one of the students in the audience suddenly seemed a little anxious and quickly raised his hand.

"Wait, teacher," the student's voice was a little urgent. "Does the Eastern thought disk have divinity? What does it mean to be artificial? In today's environment, it can still retain divinity. This..."

"I don't think the teacher explained the thought disk in such depth last semester," another student automatically chimed in. "This is the first time I've heard of this kind of thing."

"Ah, I just had some academic exchanges with the Spiral Museum a few days ago," Xing Qingqiu replied calmly. He paused briefly and continued, "What I cover in class is all publicly available content. If you're interested, you can do some research in Southeast Asia, where the Clock Tower and the Spiral Museum co-govern—"

"—As for why divinity exists and what artificial divinity is, I don't know the technical details."

He took a deep breath, adjusted his pace, and once again tapped the blackboard with chalk, bringing the students' attention back to the core of the lecture. "We've strayed off topic. Let's continue with the lesson." Xing Qingfeng smiled and waved his hand, trying to lighten the classroom atmosphere. At the same time, his eyes fell on the content on the blackboard again, and he continued, "Comparing them, we will find a fact—"

"The Magic Base is like a local area network formed by a faction of magicians." He turned and pointed at the words "Magic Base" on the blackboard. "It stores the research results of the magicians of that faction. Through the Magic Base, magicians can call upon ready-made magic formulas without having to construct them from scratch."

"So, the function of the magic base is to integrate the magical knowledge and techniques of a faction into one, making it easier for users to access them," Xing Qingfeng explained. "But what about orthodox alchemy? It doesn't rely on the magic base—"

"—In essence, alchemy is the 'transformation of phenomena'. It seeks to transform matter and energy, rather than relying on fixed formulas within the foundation of magic."

"In other words, the core of alchemy lies in 'creation' and 'transformation' rather than 'invocation'."

Suddenly, a student of mineral science raised his hand, as if he wanted to ask a very core question.

"Teacher, if alchemy doesn't rely on a magical foundation, then what is the source of its power? Doesn't it require some kind of 'foundation' to support it?"

"A very good question." Xing Qingyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard this. "The source of the power of alchemy is the 'law of things themselves'." After he finished speaking, he gently wrote the four words "law of things" on the blackboard.

"For example, ancient Egyptian alchemists developed an independent alchemical system by observing the changes in natural substances." Xing Qingqi's tone became slightly more excited. "They didn't need a magical foundation because they directly utilized the inherent laws of matter—"

"—In other words, in this respect, it's consistent with magic: both imitate or replace natural phenomena," Xing Qingfeng continued. "Modern science has gone a step further, generalizing and summarizing natural phenomena on this basis."

"This is also the limitation of Atlas Academy's alchemy," Xing Qingqiu's gaze wandered casually through the glass window in front of the podium, looking out at the garden outside. "The alchemists of Atlas Academy aren't actually completely modern, or even completely scientific—"

He paused for a moment, as if waiting for the students to digest these concepts, while also preparing to start the next paragraph.

He turned back and wiped the chalk dust off his notebook.

"—they are just very similar to modern science in terms of technology."

"While the Atlas Academy doesn't discourage discussion of technology, their research is more akin to small-scale production, even lagging behind the Clock Tower's decadent academic system of patent cliques and small workshops." Some students in the classroom began to whisper, clearly puzzled by this viewpoint. Xing Qingqiu ignored the whispers and continued, "They also focus more on the technology itself than on theoretical development."

"To put it simply," Xing Qingfeng said, "they are more concerned with the specifics of how to cast the tools, and are relatively indifferent to the more abstract theories themselves. This is actually going in the wrong direction—"

If we don't focus on more abstract theories and summarize the general laws of phenomena, how can we achieve our goal of understanding the flow of phenomena?

"Dear students, can you understand what I said?" Xing Qingyu asked softly.

However, he was met with silence. No one dared to speak, and some students lowered their heads, as if they were afraid of being called on.

"Okay, okay, it's okay if you don't understand. You can learn later." Xing Qingfeng's tone became more relaxed. Seeing that the students were still struggling to understand, he couldn't help but smile and relax. "The get out of class is about to end. Here are two small assignments."

He casually picked up a lesson plan from the podium, flipped through a few pages, and began to cross out some content with a pen.

"One is that I'll conduct a math level check in the next class, and then offer a general math course based on the average level. This is essential for learning my system." Xing Qingfeng tilted his head slightly, looking at the thoughtful students in the classroom, and continued, "We will delve into more complex magic theories based on that foundation."

He paused, then changed the subject, his voice joking, "There's still a small homework—"

"—After you go down, everyone can think carefully about this: Is the modern magic system really a complete inferiority to alchemy?"

———————————————Bar Mixed Lin Jiu Lin Enterprise [九*吴岜铃^萌—

From this time on, they began to show and emphasize the importance of scientific thinking and the difference from other factions. After all, the goal of the alchemists of the Academy of Art was to prevent the destruction of the world, and it could hardly be said to be a complete research institution.

What the protagonist has to do is to find a way to unite these people, make them agree with his ideas, or agree with the benefits he can bring.

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Volume 43: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . New Teacher Xing Qingjiu

Xing Qingfeng slowly poured the black tea from the pot into the two teacups in front of him. The tea flowed along the sides of the cups, making a gentle sizzling sound that almost blended with the quiet air. The tea leaves slowly expanded in the hot water, and their warm aroma diffused through the air, carrying a not-too-strong fragrance.

In front of him, Mo Fajia seemed a little impatient. She quickly picked up the cup in front of her and poured it directly into her mouth without caring that the tea was still scalding hot.

"What's the rush?" Xing Qingyu shook his head, seemingly helpless, but with a clear smile in his eyes. "It's like a cow chewing a peony. How can you taste it?"

Morfagia looked down at her empty teacup, her face expressionless and calm, as if unfazed by her own hurried movements. She didn't answer, but simply turned her head slightly and began to savor the aftertaste of the tea in her mouth.

"It feels sweeter than yesterday's drink, and has an indescribable, woody aroma," she said in a calm voice. "Yesterday's drink had a fruity aroma, and it felt more like perfume than a drink."

"..." Xing Qingyu silently raised the threshold of his taste and smell and took a sip of the tea in the cup. He always felt that if he was inferior to the girl in front of him in this aspect, he would have no right to say that he was a cow chewing a peony.

"Yesterday's was Earl Grey tea," Xing Qingqi raised his eyes and explained gently, "It's based on black tea, with bergamot oil and citrus peel added. That's where the fruity aroma you smell comes from. With blended tea, the aroma itself is artificially blended, so it's more pronounced and naturally feels closer to perfume."

After hearing this, Mofagia nodded slightly, without showing much emotion on her face.

“So that’s the setting,” she said.

"Where did you hear that?" Xing Qingyu suddenly asked, frowning slightly and looking at Mo Fajia with a hint of doubt. But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized the answer to the question. His expression also changed from confusion to relief.

"—You." Morfagia raised her head and said calmly, "And what does 'cow chewing peony' mean? I don't remember the explanation of this term."

"To put it simply," Xing Qingqi raised his eyebrows slightly. He paused, his eyes gently sweeping across the tea set on the table, and then returned his gaze to Mo Fajia, "You just don't know how to appreciate food. You eat too fast and can't taste the food."

"I see," Morfagia nodded slightly, not seeming to be too interested or puzzled by this explanation.

Her eyes fell on the teacup again. Just as she was about to reach for it, she suddenly realized that she had already drunk all the tea in one gulp. She was stunned for a moment, and could only stare eagerly at the teapot in front of Xing Qingwu, as if hoping he would pour her another cup.

"Alas..." Xing Qingyu sighed softly, picked up the teapot again, and slowly poured a cup of tea for Mo Fazia. Mo Fazia stared quietly at the teacup in front of her, without taking her eyes off it.

Xing Qingwu watched her carefully pick up the cup and slowly bring the tea to her lips. Her movements were extremely cautious, as if she was trying to appreciate every subtle change brought by the tea. She swallowed it gently, as if savoring the flavor of the tea, but without showing any great emotional fluctuations.