Cultivating in the Wizard World

In the dark secret room, a single crystal ball emitted a faint glow.

Reflected in the crystal ball was the image of a young wizard.

He appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen, with delicate features, wearing the standard apprentice robe.

At that moment, this wizard apprentice was sitting in the library, engrossed in flipping through a thick ancient tome.

He was the genius apprentice of this year's Nolun No.147 Academy, a student of the Logistics Element Rune Science, named Yalrin.

Around the secret room, a dozen figures sat quietly.

Their faces were hidden in the darkness, with only the occasional flicker of their gazes indicating the presence of the living.

The leading Sixth Level Wizard cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Begin the report."

In the darkness, voices sounded one after another.

"Soul level detection complete. The soul origin is pure, with no signs of modification or replacement."

"Mental level detection complete. The Sea of Spirit is normal, with no foreign spiritual imprints."

"Thought wave detection complete. No abnormal fluctuations, consistent with normal human thought characteristics."

"Plane of origin verification complete. The subject was born in the third plane under the jurisdiction of Nolun No.147 Plane, with direct relatives within thirty generations recorded, and no possibility of foreign infiltration."

"Public video data analysis complete. Admitted for five years, daily behavior without abnormality. Routine regular, social interactions normal, learning progress matches test results."

Each report was concluded.

The leading Sixth Level Wizard nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good. Since all parties have confirmed without error, I propose that we initiate the Second Level Cultivation Agreement for this wizard apprentice."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the others in the darkness: "Does anyone have questions?"

This inquiry was merely procedural.

After all, according to the norm, since all the tests were passed, it confirmed that this wizard apprentice was indeed a true genius.

Next was just a formality, everyone agreed, and then dismissed the meeting.

But at this moment…

A hand slowly raised in the darkness.

"I have a question."

Everyone was taken aback.

The leading Sixth Level Wizard also paused, subconsciously asking, "What question?"

The owner of that hand sighed.

"My question is..."

Jeming sat in the corner with a look of helplessness, "Can't we turn on the light? It's not that I can't see clearly… but does it really have to be this mysterious?"

The atmosphere in the secret room froze for a moment.

Then someone couldn't help but laugh.

A Fifth Level Wizard sitting next to Jeming immediately retorted: "This is a tradition!"

"Yes, tradition!"

"Nolun Workshop has always done it this way when making major decisions!"

Jeming's face was full of black lines.

Seraphina's voice wafted over from another corner, with a hint of laughter: "This has been a tradition since the establishment of the Nolun Workshop, don't you think it's sacred?"

"Sacred my thunder." Jeming rolled his eyes, "It's not like the academy lacks energy or anything, does it have to be all dark and mysterious like this."

Everyone fell silent.

Then, the leading Sixth Level Wizard coughed dryly, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

The runes at the top of the secret room instantly lit up, the blinding light dispelling all the darkness, revealing the multitude of wizards sitting around the conference table.

However, quite a few wizards weren't sitting at the table at all, but stood around in various postures, displaying the previous crowded scene.

They seemed most embarrassed once the lights were on.

"Better this way." Jeming muttered.

Others also stood up and obediently sat down around the conference table.

The leading Sixth Level Wizard sat at the head, looking at Jeming with a face full of helplessness.

"Alright, is there any other problem now?"

Jeming shook his head.

Everyone express their agreement one after another.

"Then it's settled." The Sixth Level Wizard nodded, "I will now apply to the higher authorities for the Second Level Cultivation Agreement, and the tutor from the Rune Science should remember to inform this apprentice of the relevant matters. That's all, dismissed."

People gradually got up and left.

Jeming also stood up, just about to leave, when Seraphina appeared beside him at some point.

"You've ruined such a mysterious atmosphere."

Jeming couldn't help but hold his head: "The lights should have been on from the start, why the need for make-believe. I'm starting to doubt whether you guys are really wizards…"

Seraphina chuckled, said no more, and turned to disappear into the hallway.

Jeming shook his head, stepped onto the Teleportation Array, and returned to the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

The moment he landed, the relaxed expression on his face vanished completely.

In its place was a serious focus.

He quickly walked through the hallway, passed by the busy Black Giant Priests, and went straight into the laboratory.

In the depths of the laboratory, there was a specially constructed Array.

At the center of the Array, a fist-sized orb of silver light hovered.

The light was soft and cold, like the materialization of moonlight, slowly swirling in the dim room.

It was a cluster of Moonlight Power.

For months, the Black Giants laid out collection arrays across the entire plane, enhancing the concept of the moon during daily rituals, finally amassing such a cluster.

Jeming stepped to the front of the array, stared at the silver light, and took a deep breath: "Alright, the preliminary sedimentation preparations are complete, we can proceed to the next step…"

Today, he intended to extract Emperor's Liquid from this.

According to the records in the Great Dao Book Pavilion, the ideal situation is to directly transform the Moonlight Power into Emperor's Liquid during the collection process.

But that requires a strong enough "moon concept" to support it.

The moon in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane has only appeared for a few months, the concept is too weak to achieve such a level of transformation.

So the clumsy method must be used: first collect the Moonlight Power, then refine it using a special array.

Jeming raised his right hand, stretched five fingers open, and pressed virtually above the array.

Spiritual Power probed out.

The array instantly lit up, three hundred and sixty small rune pillars simultaneously emitted light, layer by layer enveloping the central cluster of Moonlight Power.

First step, purification.

Moonlight Power is considered a subordinate product of Emperor's Liquid; to refine it into Emperor's Liquid, its related concepts need to be refined to be more pure.

Jeming's Spiritual Power transformed into countless fine threads, probing into the silver light.

Activating the surrounding array, continuous streams of "impurities" were expelled.

Those impurities were obliterated by the surrounding rune pillars the moment they were stripped away.

The silver light became increasingly pure.

Second step, compression.

The purified Moonlight Power shrank significantly in size, now only the size of a baby's fist.

But that's not enough; further compression is needed, and more Spiritual Qi needs to be infused to compress it together.

Jeming formed seals with both hands, and the runes in the array began to transform.

Originally radiating outward, the light now began to converge inward, forming a huge force field, and simultaneously, surging Spiritual Qi was continuously infused into it.

Under pressure, the silver light slowly shrank.

From a baby's fist, transforming into a pigeon egg, and then to the size of a soybean.

Third step, refinement.

This is the most critical step.

Jeming took a deep breath, then exhaled towards the soybean-sized energy.

Accompanied by the breath, was a cluster of pure Soul Energy that Jeming had long prepared.