Speed up the tempering speed and improve your strength, the main task at the moment is this.

The transcendent core that she has condensed herself, because of her extremely excellent characteristics, basically does not need to bother to manipulate her cultivation, and she is automatically refining her magic power every moment.

But just that, the speed is still a bit slow, as the result of the past six months of learning, Luo Lan Hill can be regarded as a bad supplement to the alchemy knowledge after the Mercury Dynasty, and knows a lot of refining methods for new potions.

The alchemy formula, except for a few rare potions, most of them can be found in the library, but refining them is another matter.

It's like a very beautiful painting in front of you, you can see the details and colors in it, but you can't necessarily paint it yourself.

Cooking is the same, recipes can be seen everywhere, and there are not so many that can really be done well, and the same is true for alchemy.

But unlike other Potions Masters, Lorain Hill lacks materials, not refining techniques. Her mythical talent allows her to easily grasp the properties of materials and their precise quantities, and to perceive temperatures and changes in detail, but now it is precisely the lack of suitable raw materials.

She can cultivate excellent transcendent crops, but it takes time to grow, even if she is catalyzed by her own magic power, the higher the crop, the lower the effect, and the pearl-grade colorful grape behind the house has already consumed a lot of energy, and it is not realistic to cultivate other crops in a short vacation.

Looks like we're going to have to go out on an adventure this time.

The silver-haired girl sat at the top of the canopy of a red maple tree hundreds of meters high, looking at the mountains in the distance.

The Tixilan Mountains are just a small branch of the Sigh Mountains, which divide the continent in two, and they are vast, most of them are inaccessible, and there are many extraordinary magical beasts hidden among the mountains, although they are dangerous, but there are also many good things that grow naturally.

With her white legs swaying gently in the air, her pure white skirt fluttering in the air, Lorain Hill leaned against the trunk of a tree, contemplating which direction to take.

By the way, I almost forgot, isn't there still a local presence that understands the place?

She gently patted the trunk of the tree beneath her, closed her eyes, and slowly felt the consciousness in the tree.

A slightly excited message came from the tree, as if thanking himself for his help. But it's been eight years, and the feelings and thoughts of the big tree are really different from those of humans.

Lorain Hill asked where there was a similar existence, and the red maple seemed to think and remember for a while before emitting a shallow ripple that spread in all directions.

Following this spreading arc of light, Lorain Hill probably knew two directions, one in the far north and one in the southeast, both in the Mountains of Sighs.

The one in the north is icy and seems to be in some pain lately, and the one in the south is hot and seems to have been sleeping, and here is the answer of the red maple tree.

They have not met each other, and can only perceive each other's existence by the vague information of nature. According to the perception of the red maple tree, the one in the north is similar to it, it should be a sequence 7 coral-level existence, and the southeast one should be a sequence 8 crystal-level existence, but it seems to be lazy and does not have much desire to attack.

Is this so, Lorain Hill thought to himself, if it is such a high-level and intelligent transcendent plant, it should be able to communicate with it, and it should not be difficult to exchange a few fruits with them at that time.

After making up her mind, she jumped lightly from the tree, let the wind flow through her body, fell freely, and then held down her skirt and slowly landed on the grass of the courtyard.

Walking back to the hut, preparing some things, such as clothes, food, and some travel supplies, and putting in the stored ring, Lorain Hill thought about it, or changed into a pure white witch dress, so that it would be much more comfortable to move around the forest.

In ordinary dresses, the shoulders and collarbones will be exposed to the air and will be easily scraped by thick branches and leaves, while the shawl on the witch's dress will be much more protected, and the skirt is also relatively long, without lace and will not be hooked. At the same time, the large brim of the hat can block the water droplets dripping from the forest.

After changing her clothes and thinking about it for a moment, she jumped on the high trunk of a tree and broke off a branch more than a meter long to use as a walking stick.

Sure enough, the witch needs to have something in her hand.

Sitting on a plucked branch, Lorain Hill flew into the dense and distant mountains.

According to Red Maple's information, the existence in the north is about a thousand miles away from the courtyard where she lives, so fly to the vicinity of that side first, and then drop down to look for it.

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Layers of forest spread across the hills, and the green and thick canopy of trees receded at his feet, and Lorain Hill rode a wooden staff through the gaps between the forest hills. Occasionally, you can see the glade between the forests, puddles formed by the accumulation of water after the rain, and the blue of the sky reflected like a mirror.

Some small animals will drink carefully by these puddles, there are foxes, wolves, antelopes, etc., but there are also some rough ones. Occasionally, a few large wild boars would rush into the puddle of water in a happy manner, splashing a large splash and rolling around in it, so that the mud would be covered with their hard manes.

Holding the brim of his hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, Lorain Hill looked at the verdant landscape below, and sometimes walked with a few birds, holding these curious little ones in the palm of his hand, looking at them carefully, and then re-freeing them.

Since it wasn't morning when she set off, she was only halfway through the flight when the sun was about to set. The fiery sunset reflected the whole sky, several herons chirped in the forest, and the girl gradually slowed down, ready to find a place to rest for the night, and then set off tomorrow.

After a few circles around the perimeter, Lorain Hill found a place with pine trees growing on the mountainside and fell down, this place is safer without magical beasts around, and it will not be disturbed.

The forest land is covered with light yellow and withered leaves, and there are not many shrubs, and you can see a lot of scattered pine nuts on the leaves.

The girl's boots stepped on a stone on the ground, and then the pure white skirt slowly fell, and a slight air current blew a few fallen leaves beside her feet. She gently waved the wooden staff in her hand, slashing an arc in the air, and then the air swirled, bringing up layers of fallen leaves, pine nuts, and a small amount of dead branches, revealing the black earth below.

After clearing a circular clearing around him, Lorain Hill took a larger tent from his ring and placed it on the ground.

First, spread a layer of waterproof mat on the ground, then put the tent on the mat, then set up the shelf, tie the tent, fix the corners of the perimeter with nails, and then adjust the details slightly, and the tent is set up.

Picking up some dead branches from the surrounding area, piling them together, and raising a small bonfire, Loraine Hill sat on the stone by the fire, took out a few green fruits, and baked them by the campfire.

The girl gently stirred the burning wood with a wooden branch, and with the occasional burst of pine nuts and sparks, a faint scent of firewood and pine wood wafted in the air.

After a while, the girl in the white dress peeled off the steaming peel and took a small bite of the sweet and sour flesh, occasionally being scalded and sticking out the tip of her tongue.

After eating the fruit, she took out the notes she had taken at school to see which recipes worked well and thought about ways to improve them.

In the quiet of the night, the quill rustled across the paper, the girl's focused face and the pages reflected the warm light of the fire, and the long shadow swayed slightly under the flames.

The sky is full of stars, the forest is secluded, and the grass below is occasionally filled with the chirping of insects.