Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 771

Chapter 768 The Key to Second-Order Potions: Ling Hong and the Witch Rose’s Trap

Rose Witch took out a black and red seal from her astral ring. The seal looked like a carved wooden sculpture, but as soon as she took it out, it immediately attracted the attention of many wizards, including second-ring potion masters, and even the head of the Demon Hunter Division of Yunze Wetlands, a rare third-ring potion master in Yunze Wetlands, immediately looked over.

The Director of the Demon Hunter Division said, “The Rose Throne is truly generous. You two young wizards, why don’t you thank the Rose Witch for this prize?”

“This is a Spirit Potion,”

the Rose Witch nodded to the Director of the Demon Hunter Division. “Director

, you flatter me. Before a master of potions like you, my Spirit Potion is nothing but a joke. You could easily craft it.” The Director of the Demon Hunter Division said, “Easily is an understatement. Rose Throne, don’t try to mislead me. Don’t make it seem like I’m skilled but don’t heal. No matter how skilled I am, I cannot further shorten the fixed time required to refine this crucial Spirit Potion.” “

It’s a long and arduous process. My two students are too old to help me refine Spirit Potion,”

the Witch Catherine reminded Locke. “Locke, you should thank the Rose Witch. The Spirit Potion is key to crafting second-level potions. Oh, by the way, you’ve successfully crafted two second-level potions before, haven’t you?”

“A blank potion.”

At the rectangular table, the Director of the Demon Hunter’s Office stroked his white beard. Mentioning potions, he seemed to forget the current power struggle and interjected, “A blank potion? Never heard of it. Red Dragon Throne, your student isn’t very old, yet he’s successfully concocted two second-ring potions twice? That’s impressive. Doesn’t that mean he’s very close to obtaining an expert-level potion master certificate?”

The witch Catherine smiled without speaking.

The Rose Witch’s eyes flickered slightly, and she snorted coldly. She was extremely displeased that Catherine’s student was suddenly close to obtaining an expert-level potion master certificate—a highly prestigious professional qualification.

The Rose Witch looked at the Rose Witch and said, “Rose, you should also take the expert-level flower language master exam soon.”

Seeing the two high-ring wizards bickering, Locke stood beside Catherine, inwardly smiling bitterly.

Teacher, he had successfully concocted potions twice, but that blank spiritual potion was made using a reverse concoction method.

Strangely, he could successfully refine blank potions on his first try using the reverse refining method taught to him by Wizard Otto, but for some reason, he failed every time he tried to refine clone potions.

He had wasted 1.5 million magic stones!

Right now, it seemed to involve something very important—the Spirit Macro!

At the rectangular table, the Director of the Demon Hunting Division said in a low voice, “However, the age doesn’t match up either. Logically speaking, no matter how talented you are, after becoming a second-ring wizard, it takes a long time to become proficient in observing the Spirit Macro, another time to master it, and an even longer time to successfully draw it.”

“To learn to use the Spirit Macro, you need a lot of resources to repeatedly refine potions, to feel the deeper attributes of things from failures…this requires resources and age.”

“Unless, this young potion master…is using someone else’s Spirit Macro, not his own.”

The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.

Locke’s body trembled slightly. Although he hadn’t yet had time to access the paid and free sections of the Golden Crown Mountain library to research the [Spirit Macro], he knew in his heart that he was likely using Otto Wizard’s Spirit Macro.

He could only successfully refine a blank potion using the second-ring magical artifact, the bronze cauldron, given to him by King Otto .

If that were the case, perhaps the [Spirit Macro] was patterned on the surface of that bronze cauldron.

Locke bowed to the Rose Witch, “Rose Witch, my teacher asked me to thank you.”

The Rose Witch rested her chin on her right hand, nodded slightly, and squinted, saying, “Actually, there’s no need to thank me. I don’t necessarily give it to you; I’ll give it to you if you win.”

The Rose Witch said, “You cunning boy, the bet is settled.”

“Can you talk to my granddaughter now?”

Rose Witch looked at Locke expressionlessly. At this moment, a massive spinning wheel appeared behind her, seemingly located in the distant future, impossible to see with the n*ked eye.

But soon the spinning machine drew closer and closer, every detail exploding before Locke’s eyes.

It was entirely gray-black, made of special snow-forged magic-patterned steel, its surface exceptionally beautiful. Streams of water sprayed from the machine’s two rows of nozzles, like ten fountains, drawing large amounts of thick yarn into the spinning cups, where it was spun into fine threads.

Rose’s magic pressure was 19999, just on the edge of becoming a Star Ring Wizard, only one step away from completing the monetization of her ultimate magic and entering the nascent forging stage.

Many wizards present were whispering amongst themselves, especially the three directors of the White Wizarding Association, the representatives of the three ring wizards from the seven top universities attending the banquet, and the wizard directors of the ten top shop alliances, all nodding in agreement.

As the direct disciple of the throne wizard of Cloudze Wetlands, it wasn’t unreasonable for him to perform a ‘magic demonstration’ at his own celebration banquet.

It certainly had the ancient style of wizards from the Enlightenment era.

Moreover, at this moment, they could also see the respective levels of the students personally trained by the two renowned throne wizards of Yunze Wetlands.

It was quite an interesting affair.

In particular, the wizard director of the Arthas Shop Alliance looked at Locke with a smile. He had recently heard that Locke’s wizard shoe brand had made a lot of money for the Arthas Shop Alliance.

Arthas was essentially a landlord.

However, after Solas’s Barefoot and Melochy’s Magic Steps grew big, they broke away from this landlord, which was inevitable.

Although they later quickly supported the Blue Ribbon Shop Alliance in the wizard shoe field, unfortunately, Blue Ribbon was a subsidiary shop alliance of Solas’s Barefoot and was controlled by Solas’s Barefoot.

Therefore, for the Arthas Shop Alliance, their interests lay in the individual merchants and small shop alliances, not the large shop alliances.

At this moment, the shuttleless loom behind the witch Rose turned, quickly refining various raw materials into silk threads.

The witch Rose, adorned in a black magus rose robe, exuded elegance. A hint of disdain and frivolity played on her beautiful face as she raised her right hand, her middle finger and thumb touching, and a thread appeared in her palm.

“I heard you clashed with the witch Georgina in the Silent Grail War? Hmm, her skill was just so-so. So I think this makes you underestimate my textile skills.”

“Our textile science is based on alchemy. What is textile science? Our greatest magic is various spinning machines, but there are over a hundred different types of spinning machines alone, not to mention the specific differences between machines of the same type. Behind me is the high-pressure water-jet spinning machine without a flying shuttle, developed by the Rose Council.”

“This spinning machine can maximize our spinning efficiency and expand the range of raw materials that can be woven into threads. This is the [Water Cannon Spinning Machine].”

The witch Rose looked at Locke, her eyes filled with utter frivolity.

“The ridiculous new textile science at Bonifacius University focuses too much on weaving methods and neglects weaving materials. Therefore, in our last confrontation with you, they didn’t truly demonstrate the power of our textile science.”

Locke sensed the undeniable authority in her tone. He had originally intended to give her some face, after all, she was a guest, but now he remained expressionless.

“Enough talk, let’s get to the question.”

Rose the Witch pinched a strand of silk, and the water-powered spinning machines behind her roared like cannons. Then, under the pressure of the high-pressure water, the various threads behind her began to twist into yarn.

Locke looked at her water-powered spinning machines and immediately began to think.

“Like the Chad Wizard, is it magic that primarily utilizes water as its greatest energy source?”

“This Great Magic is indeed very interesting.”

“This Rose Witch is the teacher’s academic enemy, and her granddaughter possesses 19999 magic pressure, meaning she has at least four Great Magic Runes. As for whether she might have more, I think it’s highly probable. I just don’t know exactly how many Great Magic Runes she possesses.”

“But at least four.”

As a direct disciple of the Throne Wizard, the probability of not having an extra Great Magic Rune is extremely low and can be disregarded.

The difference between second-circle wizards isn’t just in magic pressure, but also in the forging of Great Magic spell models due to the Great Magic Runes.

Of course, if the wrong Great Magic runes are added, increasing the energy dissipation of Great Magic and reducing the instantaneous magic pressure multiplier, such a thing could happen.

At this moment, the witch Rose held a strand of transparent water and said, “Look, water can be woven into thread.”

Then, the loom behind her turned, and strands of light were woven into thread as well.

“Light can also be woven into thread.”

“Wind can also be woven into thread.”

The witch Rose reached out and grabbed a clump of air, throwing it into the loom behind her. The loom roared, and various precious alchemical raw materials stored inside—star silver, dragon fury steel, blood gold, wind elemental gel…—were added into it. The loom had at least a hundred steps, each step handled by a machine within it.

Melting metal, shaping it, forming yarn, coarse spinning, fine spinning, turning into silk thread.

Finally, she raised a thread in her hand. The thread was semi-transparent, like air gel. Holding it, she smiled slightly, then grasped both ends in front of Locke and began to pull it outwards. The thread suddenly stretched out, seemingly without end.

Suddenly, she released her hands, and the thread quickly returned to its original shape.

Astonishing elasticity!

At the same time, the thread swayed in the wind, seemingly without any mass.

Locke calmly watched this scene and began to analyze.

First, the special weaving thread of the water-based type must be an inherent ability of her great magic, that is, essentially, a magic that can transform water resources into water threads and form a positive cycle in some way.

Locke’s tiger eyes opened, the three-eyed tiger cat’s eyes shining like divine light on the witch Rose. The witch Rose frowned slightly, disliking the feeling of being seen through.

At this moment, Locke used the power of his ancient creature bloodline to enhance his perception. He saw what appeared to be a river behind the water cannon spinning machine.

“To weave threads into rivers, thus calming them—it seems to me that this witch Rose’s Great Magic is essentially placed in the middle of the largest river in a colony world, calming its waters and making it serene,”

Locke quickly concluded.

“And the weaving of light and wind threads must have been achieved by adding Great Magic runes later. Actually, it’s not truly turning light and wind into threads; upon closer inspection, a considerable amount of alchemical materials have been added.” “

So, it only utilizes a portion of wind and a portion of light.” “

Logically, she should have at least two more second-circle spell models with Great Magic runes added. Old textile science focuses on materials, so it’s most likely a special kind of thread,”

Locke concluded.

However, since this wasn’t a real fight, neither side would use their full strength, so Locke couldn’t see much more.

At that moment, the witch Rose smiled.

“Why be confined to the grass and trees of this world? This wind, this water, this mountain, this tree—all can become threads for our textile science.”

She took out a second-ring magical plant, the [King Jade Vine]. The vine was entirely like green jade, extremely beautiful, its overall shape resembling a large swallow, looking like the most beautiful jade magical plant in the world.

At this moment, the vine seemed to sense its destiny; its branches and leaves trembled slightly. The next moment, the witch Rose threw it into her water cannon spinning machine.

Once inside the machine, the vine was immediately immersed in different magical pools, quickly soaked and degummed. Then, a device inside the machine scraped away the wood, separating long fiber bundles, followed by combing with an iron comb.

The entire process was fluid and seamless. All the long fibers of the Jade Vine, a second-ring magical plant, blended with the air lines, forming a jade-like thread.

Locke watched her dazzling yet self-satisfied display, feeling somewhat annoyed.

“This person is just boasting, but she may not actually be as powerful as she claims, stronger than the Georgina Witch. Luckily, she’s just exchanging ideas with me right now, giving me a challenge. If this were a competition, I wouldn’t give her so much time. One powerful spell, and she’d be out of the game.”

“If it were a life-or-death battle, I would have already punched her in the face. Calm down, calm down, don’t make myself seem too weak-willed,”

Locke tried to convince himself.

‘We’re all civilized people, these are all white wizards, and it’s not good to break the law in front of so many important people.’

‘The three directors of the White Wizarding Association are still here.’

Locke maintained his fake smile, gesturing for Rose to enter.

“Please continue.”

Rose the Witch proudly raised her chin, and with a swift movement of her right hand, strands of silk, neither jade nor cloud, appeared in her palm.

A large handful.

Rose the Witch said, “These are special silk threads I designed, called ‘Cloud Whiskers.’ These cloud threads are almost weightless; they float in the air.”

“If they encounter a magical attack, they will be pushed back.”

“Even without any magical manipulation, these threads will automatically dance in the air like a dragon’s whiskers. Therefore, I call them Cloud Whiskers.”

The loom behind Rose the Witch spun, and soon a large piece of Cloud Whiskers cloth, woven from the threads, floated above the wizarding town.

In just a moment, it had grown to the size of a room.

Locke was stunned.

“She’s showing me her efficiency. Although she didn’t say it explicitly, I know that these Cloud Whiskers are excellent materials for making second-circle wizard shoes.”

Not easy to deal with.

This is a blatant show of force.

This cloud-like thread seemed to be woven from wind elemental threads, combined with the plant fibers of a second-ring magical plant, the “King Jade Vine,” and then further woven with water threads from the loom. The three threads converged into a single cloud-like thread.

The wizards present all understood the Rose Witch’s true intentions.

The head of the Cloud Marsh Wetland’s organization department suppressed a laugh, secretly thinking: ‘Lock defeated the Georgina Witch promoted by the New Textile School. Therefore, for the textile wizards who want to enhance the reputation of the Old Textile School, the best approach isn’t to challenge the heavily protected Georgina Witch at Boniface University,

but rather to challenge Locke Augustine, the first-place winner who defeated Georgina and obtained the Silent Grail.’

‘As long as they win, it will be said that the Old Textile School has surpassed the New Textile School.’

Schools of thought, after all, fight each other for a little bit of fame.’

Of course, the Rose Witch wasn’t just using Locke to gain power and suppress the new textile science; her main purpose was also to find the Catherine Witch.

So, this was killing two birds with one stone.

No, it might be killing three.

The Rose Witch gestured to Locke.

“Augustin Breeder, please shoot down this Cloudbeard Cloth.”

“I am a renowned wizard shoe designer, and this Cloudbeard Cloth is a material I developed for the upper of a new second-circle wizard shoe. My junior brother Augustine has only recently become a second-circle wizard, so I’ve come specifically to give him some pointers.”

Locke smiled.

This was a personal grudge.

A conflict between the magic shoemaker and himself, the breeder who had suddenly stormed into the market and was wreaking havoc.

Locke summoned his Golden Branch and his Little Golden Jujube Hanging Arrow. Since he only needed to hit it, not destroy it, he didn’t use his full strength.

Locke drew his bow and was about to shoot. ‘The difficulty should mainly be that Cloudbeard Cloth; the material is special and extremely light.’ Moreover, its characteristic of automatically retreating upon encountering magical attacks makes it a top-tier material for wizard shoes. “

Is this some kind of test using my competitor’s attack magic? It’s pointless.” “

So the key is to overcome this characteristic?”

“It’s difficult, but I can temporarily modify the spell model so that the Peach Blossom Thorn Arrow splits into two arrows at the moment of firing, attacking from both ends.”

“For a second-circle wizard like me, this is an ability to quickly modify spell models during combat.” “

Of course, this is indeed somewhat challenging for me now; I need to concentrate…”

Locke drew his bow, and under the watchful eyes of his five senior brothers and sisters, he was about to release the arrow.

Wizard Trajan hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

But at that moment, a [dragon head] seemed to appear before Locke’s eyes, its eyes glaring angrily, black horns and red eyes, resembling both demon and god, startling Locke.

In an instant, Locke’s supernatural abilities were activated, and the next moment, he sensed something was wrong.

Something was wrong.

This cloud-like cloth is no ordinary thing.

Locke frowned.

The witch Rose frowned.

Locke, however, had a tiger’s eye appear on his forehead. Looking down from above, the three-eyed tiger cat’s perception was incredibly powerful.

If both could perceive the flow of dimensional power with the n*ked eye, then an ordinary wizard’s eyes were like ordinary human eyes, while the three-eyed tiger cat’s eyes were like those equipped with electronic telescopes.

At this moment, with this powerful vision, Locke quickly sensed something was wrong.

‘Something’s not right.’

Locke realized what was happening.

He looked at the cloud-like cloth above everyone’s heads. The cloth obscured the shadows, but what supported it wasn’t a textile root realm, but a botanical root realm!

‘This isn’t a piece of cloth at all.’

Locke finally realized how close he had come to being tricked.

‘For weavers, magical artifacts are spell models. This cloth was a spell, a spell model connected to the water cannon weaving machine. But this Rose witch’s water cannon weaving machine wasn’t simply a simple textile magic; it was primarily textile magic, with a botanical spell model as an auxiliary.’

‘The evidence is that the main body of that weaving machine is only a half-magical artifact; part of it is magical plant magic. I should have realized that sooner.’

‘That cloth, using some kind of spell model, was attached to a botanical root realm. When I attacked that cloth with botanical magic, it was like standing at a lower position within the botanical root realm and attacking a magical artifact at a higher position.’

Locke understood now.

While it wasn’t impossible to attack, this made it difficult to hit, essentially forcing him to attack from below. And that cloud-like cloth was already difficult to hit.

Thus, it became even more difficult.

Reminded by his super-intuitive instincts, Locke used his Tiger Eye to observe the clues and figured out the whole trap.

That’s why he needed to be given a challenge and have his attack spell type limited.

If he used an attack spell other than botany, this move wouldn’t work.

The Root Realm is a platform, but this platform has different heights.

The lifting range is the same, but because of the different magic pressure, everyone’s ultimate spells are at different heights on this trapezoidal platform!

At this moment, Rose the Witch’s magic pressure is 19999, therefore, her ultimate spell, on the Botanical Root Realm, is definitely at a higher position than his own ultimate spell, Evolution Moon!

Rose’s magic pressure has been increased to 19999, a version enhancement, because the author previously wrote her too low in the earlier chapters.

(End of Chapter)