Chapter 123: [Thorium Ink (D)] |
These rats were stacked up layer upon layer, causing goosebumps to rise all over Lan Qingyou's skin as she looked at them.
Although she didn't fear these little fellows, at first glance, such a gruesome scene was still somewhat harrowing.
Meanwhile, inside the towel nest beside the box, having eaten and drunk to its fill, Steel Wool had already laid flat face-down and fallen fast asleep.
That's right.
To share a bit of trivial knowledge: although the Aurora Snowy Owl was a monster, it still fell under the category of owls.
Even though owls perpetually gave others the illusion that they slept standing upon branches.
Within exceptionally safe environments or under the necessity of regulating body temperature, they would actually adopt this posture to sleep.
Seeing this, Lan Qingyou smiled faintly.
She had sent Steel Wool outside exactly for the sake of exercising the other party's flying and hunting capabilities.
At the very least, she hadn't raised this rapidly flying monster into a useless cripple.
Or perhaps it could be said the opposing party was an innate hunter right from birth, fundamentally harboring zero fear of being raised into a cripple anyway.
With a theoretical basis formulated, Lan Qingyou immediately commenced her workflow.
Manufacturing these items essentially didn't require any spectacularly special materials. Quite a few were already stocked within Lan Qingyou's workshop shelves and storage room.
Navy Blue, Vermilion Grass, Fruitless Flower, Vajra Thorn, Hemp Tube...
Producing two entirely new potions in a single go wasn't considered an overly arduous undertaking for Lan Qingyou.
Expending four hours, Lan Qingyou successfully engineered both potions.
[Softening Potion (D)]
[Function: Capable of softening sturdy objects.]
[Introduction: A highly miraculous potion. Things like this have never existed previously, or rather, nobody has ever formulated the thought of it. One truly wishes to pry open and look at exactly what is stuffed inside the brain of the person who conceived this thing.]
[Solidifying Potion (D)]
[Function: Utilized for fixing an object's initial morphology.]
[Introduction: A highly miraculous potion. Things like this have never existed previously, or rather, nobody has ever formulated the thought of it. One truly wishes to pry open and look at exactly what is stuffed inside the brain of the person who conceived this thing.]
Mhm, what else could possibly be stuffed inside?
Naturally, it was mush.
Gazing at exactly what she desired, Lan Qingyou simultaneously heaved a sigh of relief while her heart flooded with boundless joy, so much so she even harbored the mood to grumble back.
Checking the time, she discovered quite a stretch of time remained before daybreak. Thus, Lan Qingyou simply proceeded forth with the succeeding round of her potion-making experiment.
Of course, having reached this specific stage, the subsequent potion experiment intrinsically lacked any degree of difficulty whatsoever.
Snatching a mouse and stuffing a chunk of thorium ore right into its mouth, Lan Qingyou stood mutely before the crucible holding the mouse exactly like this, waiting silently.
Bang!
Exactly mimicking the preceding one, this mouse exploded into a gory mess roughly thirty-plus seconds later, dying on the spot.
Fresh blood, admixed with a smidgen of internal organs and shattered bone fragments, flowed right into the potion situated within the crucible alongside the liquified thorium ore.
After chucking the mouse in her grasp straight out the window, Lan Qingyou instantly picked up the emerald stirring rod, commencing to stir gently, ensuring the liquified thorium ore could thoroughly and evenly diffuse throughout the softening potion.
Fortunately, the sheer explosive might wasn't considered massive; therefore, apart from experiencing a slight numbness, Lan Qingyou's hand didn't feel anything else.
This nonetheless had to be credited explicitly to the strength boost provided by the Moonbright Stone Dagger.
Otherwise, leaning upon Lan Qingyou's pathetic strength, the possibility of her hand being blasted right off simply wasn't nonexistent.
Exactly like this, Lan Qingyou kept stirring gently continuously for half an hour, before finally pouring in the thoroughly ground Vermilion Grass powder.
Cranking up the flames, she continued boiling the concoction.
Only until this crucible of potion was boiled down until merely a tiny fraction remained at the bottom, achieving an exceptionally viscous consistency, did Lan Qingyou stall her hands.
After letting it cool momentarily, Lan Qingyou brought out a glass dish manufactured within Shang Chuan's factory serving as a receptacle. Extracting the viscous substance located inside the crucible, everything was hailed a monumental success.
Gazing at the dark green viscous substance resembling black sesame paste situated within the dish, Lan Qingyou presented it utilizing the small screen to conduct an appraisal.
If permissible, Lan Qingyou genuinely repudiated donning her glasses.
After all, that thing merely served as a convenience. Disregarding the sheer discomfort while wearing it, it perpetually pressed down upon the bridge of her nose. Assuming she wore it constantly, there existed a highly plausible chance her eyesight would inherently endure detrimental side-effects as well.
Therefore, while residing inside the shelter, she exceedingly rarely donned them.
Save for periods when she was exceptionally busy.
[Thorium Ink (D)]
[Function: Magic pattern, magic circuit, and enchanting success probabilities elevated by 30%.]
[Introduction: It appears to be a substance capable of being utilized for writing magic patterns and magic circuits; unconfirmed. Yet the fellow who conceived utilizing a substance like this to serve as an auxiliary definitive failed to properly learn symbology and basic magic circuitry. It is heavily advised to return to schooling and seek out a mentor to rebuild one's studies from scratch.]
...
The advice was excellent. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any further advice next time.
Reading the entirely habitual unbridled mockery displayed upon the small screen, Lan Qingyou similarly found herself irresistibly compelled to mock right back internally.
However, the small screen was unequivocally correct. Lan Qingyou explicitly manufactured this ink exactly to mend her insufficiencies prevailing within these domains.
Left with naught else; assuming there authentically existed a school and mentors, she genuinely ardently yearned to attend those mentors' lectures and alike.
Right now, in her hands... nay, it ought to be stated that the books spanning entirely across Kalim seemingly completely appertained to fundamental frameworks. There intrinsically didn't exist any avenues toward attaining deeper, progressive readings to leverage as references. Everything unilaterally hinged upon individual unguided fumbling.
To proclaim it arduous? While being capable of commanding it exquisitely, she was simultaneously capable of rapidly engineering certain specific potions and magic potions she personally desired.
To proclaim it simple? Certain individuals were fundamentally incapable of stepping past the entry threshold irrespective of how much they relentlessly studied.
Perhaps Albert's alchemy notebook functioned partially amidst this; yet Lan Qingyou felt a sheer, overwhelming majority of it hinged strictly upon 'comprehension' and 'persistence'.
To draw an example, that Professor Mai fellow was exactly identically as such.
He was overtly and obviously a chemistry professor, yet beneath her individual tutelage, his alchemy consistently lingered within an utter half-baked state, fundamentally incapable of latching onto the correct methodology regardless of his attempts.
Lan Qingyou personally recognized she definitively hadn't cut any corners while conveying her tutelage, leaving mere absolute talent to heavily dictate everything.
"Hm! Books?"
Lan Qingyou craned her head, perusing the small screen, only realizing right now that there remained one final book unselected from her antecedent rewards.
Hence, she hurriedly shifted the ink aside, commencing her book selection protocol.
Truthfully speaking, arriving at this current epoch, Lan Qingyou legitimately no longer knew exactly what directional path she ought to select.
Regardless of whether it pertained to potions or magic potions, she was currently capable of producing them exceptionally profoundly, possessing practically her individualized set of 'meme' theories, nominally establishing a definitive stride further above the absolute fundamentals.
Although she hadn't commenced her pragmatic maneuvering regarding golems yet, the prerequisite reading materials were completely compiled; she could progressively peruse them and slowly assimilate the knowledge.
Building upon the foundation of these, she legitimately no longer knew exactly what she should select anymore.
Or perhaps it ought to be phrased as lacking any definitive, unclouded train of thought.
After all, regardless of whether it pertained to potions or golems, she harbored compelling rationalizations coercing her necessity to select them.
Learning to manufacture potions was directed entirely at treating her dual legs, while golems functioned exactly to expand the manpower available to assist her in brewing potions and amplifying her combat strength.
Ultimately, surveying back and forth, Lan Qingyou landed upon an ultimate verdict—《Basic Enchanting》.
Correct.
Exactly the enchanting studied by The Star, Ruan Qingyi.
After all, traversing all the way down to The Magician David, The High Priestess Vivian, and subsequently Wheel of Fortune Esmeralda; all three individually grasped enchanting.
Moreover, these exact three individuals optimally functioned identically as the Tarot card manufacturers.
Consequently, concerning this enchanting discipline, Lan Qingyou fundamentally couldn't afford to disregard it.
Even supposing she didn't find any practical usage for it proceeding onward into the future, expanding her knowledge horizons and hoarding an additional tome toward her collection intrinsically existed as an inherent boon.
Regardless of what was factored in, her fourth floor operated identically as a library anyway. Currently, it scarcely populated thirty to forty books, amongst which a substantive quotient constituted biographies and novels.
Anyhow, she presently natively commanded ownership of her ink; optimally permitting her to practically essay experimentation upon unilaterally anything whatsoever.
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