Holding a few books borrowed from the library, Chongyang returned to his room in a hurry, wanting to start experimenting overnight, but found that the medicinal materials were no longer enough.

"Mandala root, fairy leaves, buzzing crystals, blood jade grass, semi-fragrant ......" Chongyang is illuminated by the light of the torch, and the remnants of the family are all clear.

On the shelves in the corner of the wall, all kinds of medicinal herbs were neatly arranged, and most of them were empty. After Chongyang confirmed, he sighed helplessly.

"It's time to go out and buy again. ”

Alchemy is really a lot of money, if it weren't for the Prisland Academy, many commonly used medicinal materials could be obtained from the academy, and the heavy cost would not have been able to get to this point.

But after all, the academy's medicinal herb warehouse was not his private property, and he had to use his own money to buy some rare medicinal materials with high value. That's why he had to work hard every day to make scrolls.

Pull open the drawers one by one, and clear out all the scrolls, more than 300 in total, and fill them in a large leather case.

Chongyang closed the suitcase, his eyebrows moved slightly, and Huo Ran turned to look behind him.

The cold night breeze blew in through the open window, rustling the uncovered paper on the table.

“...... Am I really having a nervous breakdown?" Chongyang frowned. Again and again, he felt as if someone was prying behind him, and he was puzzled.

Just as he was staring at the window in a daze, a red phantom appeared behind him.

He jerked back again!

Except for the messy potion refining table, there was nothing.

"I'll have to buy some tranquilizers tomorrow. Chongyang sighed, rubbed his temples, and suddenly felt very tired, so he took off his robe, extinguished the torch, and went to sleep on the bed in front of the middle wall. Relax your whole body and start taking deep breaths regularly for deep meditation.

Deep meditation, which is meditation while sleeping, can simply be said to be a dreaming process. Another type of shallow meditation is when you are standing, meditating, sitting cross-legged, etc., to maintain a high level of consciousness.

In contrast, shallow meditation is not difficult because it is to consciously control the magic according to the personal meditation method, but deep meditation requires the mind to be between the conscious and the unconscious, and it is much more difficult to control one's magic in dreams.

Shallow meditation can only restore mana, while deep meditation can increase the mana level. If it is difficult for a person to enter the realm of deep meditation, then no matter how high his magical talent is, his achievements as a magician must be limited.

Therefore, the cultivation of magicians is very talented. Even with the same meditation method, some people can immediately enter the initial deep meditation realm, but some people will not be able to get started in their lifetime.

The method that Chongyang is currently practicing is the basic advanced fire method "Yanlong Jue" from Prisland Academy. As the name suggests, this is a method that highlights the power of fire dragon magic.

The majestic fire dragon magic is one of the most powerful fire-based high-level magic that fire mages at levels 1 to 7 yearn for. Compared to other basic high-level fire methods, the Flame Dragon Technique allows cultivators to cast up to nine fire dragons at a time!

Imagine the sight of nine huge flaming dragons flying and hovering in the sky.

However, this initial dream was brutally shattered after Chongyang's magic flaws appeared. You must know that the lowest level of fire dragon magic is the sixth level high, and a 10,000-year third-level magician is destined to be unable to use it.

Half-asleep and half-awake.

Chongyang seemed to be in the void, countless red particles flew around like fireflies, constantly penetrating into his body with Chongyang's breath, fusing and filtering through the "elemental channels" all over the body, and transporting and storing to the triangle of the "magic pot" three inches below the umbilicus, like a whirlpool, gathered together, and finally formed pure magic.

The empty "magic pot" was filled extremely quickly, but as the magic power was formed and stored, the "elemental channel" around Chongyang's body gradually became as if it was blocked, and the elemental absorption became slower and slower.

It wasn't until the "magic pot" was completely filled that the elemental channel that started with the surging torrent turned into a dry riverbed, and the elemental absorption was infinitely close to zero.

Even if Chongyang tried his best to adjust his breathing according to the key to the Spiritual Method, and unblock the passages, no elemental particles would penetrate into the body.

It's been six years, and I've stopped here.

Chongyang struggled desperately in the meditative realm. Not once in six years had he fallen into complete sleep after being filled with magic. Every night, even if he is extremely desperate, he still persists in despair.

Thousands of nights, all nights without dreams.

"I see...... the face in the flame phantom, staring at the bed above the room, frowning, and his body twitching and trembling.

"The soul that roars madly under the shackles of the shell, once liberated...... I'm really looking forward to it......"

The flames slowly faded, leaving only meaningful words.

Dawn.

After washing his depressed and lost faces with cold water, Chongyang put on his robes, brought his suitcase, carried his staff, and went out to leave the hospital.

"Last night, I heard someone talking...... If it's a hallucination, it's really serious. ”

Chongyang thought to himself. He walked in the empty corridor in the early hours of the morning, his eyes slightly blank, only the cool morning breeze in front of him made him more sober.

"Could it be that years of pressure have finally brought me to the brink of collapse......? I shouldn't be so vulnerable. He gritted his teeth secretly.

In the name of repeating students, he relied on the academy, and when he was ridiculed and insulted, he pretended to be stupid. The days of trying to avoid the crowd and working silently are very hard. There is no one around who can talk to relatives and friends, and the feeling of loneliness and loneliness is really uncomfortable. But overall, it's still a very fulfilling life, and you can be immersed in the world of magic every day, without asking him anything.

Chongyang understands that he has a deep unwillingness hidden in his heart. This unwillingness to be born with defects is a raging flame pressed deep in the bottom of my heart, providing myself with an endless stream of stubborn power. However, this deeply buried flame also has its negative effects after all, and it may burn his mind at any time.

When you don't realize it, you've reached the limit of unbearable?

Chongyang didn't feel it, he firmly believed that his will was tenacious. But what is the delusion of someone behind it, the whispering voice?

Brush! Turning his head again, it was still empty.

"I'm a grass and mud horse, it's a human or a ghost, get out of here!" Chongyang scolded fiercely in the empty corridor.

Behind Chongyang's helpless back, the faces in the flame phantom smiled like naughty children.

"It's not time yet, little one......"

Outside the Prisland Academy, there are nine provinces, one hundred and seventeen counties, and the most prosperous city among thousands of cities in the Wren Empire.

Legend has it that the city was founded by a hundred sages and sages, so it was called Baizhe City. After thousands of years of development, it has now become the central hub of a generation of empires, with prosperous logistics and strong clouds.

Even early in the morning, the Heluxiao Non-Magic Exchange, one of the seven major exchanges in the city, was already full of cars, crowds of people, and a hot smell of copper.

Chongyang got out of the carriage with a large suitcase, paid the coachman, and followed the flow of people into the left side of the exchange. There is a saying in Euroland: "Left hand in, right hand out." "On the left side of all exchanges on the continent, where goods are purchased, and on the right side is where goods are sold.

In the huge hall, countless mages or merchants dressed in various robes and robes register with traders to sell their goods at the counter.

Chongyang greeted an idle trader, then lifted a whole large leather box and put it on the counter, opened it, and saw hundreds of alchemy scrolls neatly stacked inside.

"Chongyang @ Bright Manufacturing, three-level low-level alchemy scrolls, a total of three hundred and thirteen, all of which are of the highest quality. After the inventory was completed, the young and beautiful female trader smiled sweetly at Chongyang, "Your master is really worthy of being a third-level fire-based scroll manufacturing master. ”

Chongyang smiled back, and traders mistook him for a disciple of "Chongyang @ Bright Scroll Maker", which has long been commonplace. After all, according to ordinary people's perception, the maker who sells hundreds of alchemy scrolls every month or so should be at least a seventh-level magician, not a third-level magic rookie.

At the beginning, Chongyang also tried to explain, but every time he faced the surprised expressions of different traders, what he felt in his heart was not pride, but embarrassment. Over time, he didn't bother to explain.

The name "Chongyang @ Bright Manufacturer" has gained a little fame after accumulating for a long time, but it is only limited to the third-level manufacturing field.

More than 300 scrolls sold more than 100 Amethyst coins (Euro Continent currency unit, one hundred red crystals is equal to one blue coin, and one hundred blue coins is equal to one purple coin). After Chongyang cleared the goods and settled with crystal cards, he carried the empty boxes and turned towards the corridor leading to the right side of the exchange.

On the right side of the exchange, rows of bulletin shelves are sorted product catalogs. Chongyang first took the classification catalog of the third-level fire scrolls, went to the seating area specially provided by the exchange for people to consult the catalog, found a corner and sat down, and slowly looked at it.

The top row of the table of contents is the price of the alchemy scroll, and then there are the Flame Blast, the Burn, the Fire Wall, the Flame Orb, and the Fire Knife...... Most of them are common and practical magic scrolls, and they are not what Chongyang is looking for.

He carefully looked at the smaller and rarer parts for sale, and slowly filtered them, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

"I don't think I can find an example to study this time. ”

While focusing on the manufacture of alchemy scrolls, Chongyang is also constantly accumulating and honing his scroll manufacturing skills. In his mind, the 100% success of the fire alchemy scroll is just a basic skill, and if he wants to be the best third-level magician, he must also learn more methods of making fire scrolls, and constantly increase his knowledge of the scroll.

Up to now, there were more than a hundred first, second, and third-level fire-type scrolls produced by the Chongyang Society! even far higher than the number mastered by ordinary seventh-level scroll makers. After all, the vast majority of scroll makers can only make a few of them at each level of magic.

But he was still not satisfied, the more he learned, the more fascinated he became by the mystery of magic scrolls! Quantitative changes accumulate produce qualitative changes, and now if you want to talk about the depth of understanding of scroll manufacturing, not to mention the basic level, even if it is a domain-level scroll master, I am afraid that few people can match him.

Every strange magic scroll that he didn't know was a surprise to Chongyang, and he had to buy it back and study it thoroughly in conjunction with the materials of the Presland Library before he would give up. However, to this day, it is difficult to find such a scroll again.

After reading the scroll catalog, Chongyang was about to go to get the catalog of medicinal materials, but he heard a greeting from the side.

"Hi bro, see you again. ”

The man who patted him on the shoulder was a dark-skinned young man, dressed in the sackcloth robes often worn by merchants, with a bright smile on his face.

Charlie was a trader on the Hrushch Exchange a year ago, and he was a little familiar with Chongyang, and he was one of the few people who knew that this third-level magic student was "Chongyang @ Bright Scroll Maker" himself. A year ago, he left the exchange to become a magical trader, and with his intelligence and brains, as well as the market knowledge and connections he had gained as a trader, he did well.

"Looking at the scroll catalog, did you find one you like?" Charlie knew that Chongyang had a habit of collecting rare third-level fire-type magic scrolls.

Chongyang shook his head.

"I have two 'Yuhuo Burners' and one 'Hell Cage' in my hands right now, are you interested?" Charlie laughed.

Chongyang's eyes lit up.

Although the name of "yuhuo incineration" is obscene, it is actually a very terrifying third-level mid-level fire magic, and the body temperature of a person hit by this magic will rise rapidly until it spontaneously combusts and dies.

Aside from the terrible effects of this magic, its magical mechanism that causes body temperature to rise and even burn is very subtle, and it is very attractive to Chongyang, who has a great thirst for knowledge.

What makes the Hellcages special is the duration of its magic. A single spell can trap a person in a sea of fire for hours. What kind of technique was used to make the fire magic, which has always been explosive, last to such an extent, Chongyang was also very curious.

Both spells are very rare, and magic scrolls are very rare.

"Make an offer. Chongyang said neatly, his mind racing, and he felt that this time he might have to have some blood.

Charlie's eyes rolled, he thought for a while, and opened his mouth to quote two prices, both of which were quite high, but they were fair.

"Deal. Chongyang pulled out the crystal card.

After clearing the money and goods on the spot, Chongyang took the three scrolls from Charlie's hand, put them in his personal pocket, and only took out a "yuhuo burning body" and slowly unfolded it, looking at the intricate and mysterious magic array pattern on it, his eyes lit up, just like an old man who saw a superb one*.

Charlie's obsessive expression towards Chongyang was a little chilly, but he also sighed in his heart, only such a person who is fanatical about magical knowledge can create such a large number of high-quality scrolls at the level of a mere third-level magician. You must know that Charlie himself is also a third-level water magician, but compared to Chongyang, he has long been deeply impressed.