A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 46 Magic Potions? Alchemy?

The interior of the wooden elemental tower appears more spacious than the exterior. A spiral wooden staircase winds its way up the tower walls, with each step seemingly growing naturally from a tree trunk and its edges covered in a light layer of moss.

The walls are inlaid with glowing magic crystals, their light soft, like moonlight filtering through the leaves.

The classroom is on the third floor of the tower.

Pushing open the door, you enter a spacious and bright circular hall. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see layers of tree canopy. In the center of the classroom is a huge wooden table, with rows of seats arranged around it. In front of each seat is a complete set of potion-making tools: a crystal cauldron, a silver stirring rod, a measuring cup, a funnel, and rows of neatly arranged empty bottles.

Professor Sylvie was already standing in front of the podium.

She was still wearing a blue robe and a wide soft hat, with a few strands of light blue hair hanging down from the brim, making her ageless face appear even more gentle.

She was tidying something up with a calm and graceful demeanor, as if she were not in a classroom, but pruning branches in her own garden.

With an inexplicable reverence, the students quietly filed into the classroom, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing the tranquility. After a moment, when almost everyone had arrived, Professor Sylvie raised her eyes, glanced at them, and nodded gently, her voice magnetic and clear as a spring:

"It's been a few days, and everyone has almost finished their initial learning. I'm so glad that you've all become formal magic apprentices and stepped into the world of magic."

Professor Sylvie was the first faculty advisor the freshmen encountered, and seeing her again now, and receiving the approval of this elegant lady, they couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth, even Lorne and Viola felt the same way.

"Please sit down," Professor Sylvie nodded.

The students took their seats one after another.

Because of his large size, Thormont could only sit on the floor at the back of the classroom, but his head was still taller than the people sitting in front of him.

Lorne and Viola sat down by the window, where the sunlight shone brightly on the brand-new potion-making tools on the table, refracting into dappled patterns of light.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Chryseth hurried in with his companions. His blond hair was still covered in grass clippings, his robes were wrinkled, and the burnt smell of the magic carpet had not completely dissipated. The men looked grim and avoided eye contact, as if they had done something wrong.

Professor Sylvie raised her eyes and glanced at them indifferently.

"If you are late for the first Potions class, you will lose one Potions credit for the rest of the academic year."

Chryseth's face darkened further. His companion opened his mouth as if to argue, but Chryseth stopped him. The group lowered their heads and sat down in the back row.

As he passed by Lorne, several gazes pierced him like knives, and one of the boys even made a gesture below his neck.

Viola scoffed, "Serves you right."

……

Potions are an indispensable part of the magic system.

Professor Sylvie stood in front of the podium, raised her hand and waved, and a faint green light screen appeared above the huge wooden table in the center of the classroom, like leaves scattered by the wind, slowly rotating in the air.

"Before you start making it, you need to understand a basic question."

Why is Potions primarily categorized under Wood Magic?

Professor Sylvie stretched out her right hand, palm up, and a small, emerald-green grass sprouted from the shadow of her palm, with slender stems and leaves, and a pale yellow flower blooming at its tip.

"Medicinal herbs, whether they are blood-clotting herbs, silver leaf flowers, or the ambergris root and moonflower vine that you will encounter in the future, all have one thing in common: they are all living plants or come from a part of a plant."

"Plants are naturally compatible with the wood element. The core of wood magic is life, growth, and perception. The essence of potion-making is to use wood magic to 'perceive' the life force in medicinal herbs, and then use magic to guide, stimulate, and fuse them."

She lightly flicked her fingertips, and the illusory image of the small grass slowly decomposed into countless tiny green light spots, which drifted into the air.

"When you brew the ointment, the wood element will naturally seep into the liquid, helping to release the magic in the herbs. Therefore, students with a higher affinity for the wood element in their mental power tend to be more talented in potion-making."

Several students straightened their backs without prior arrangement.

"But there are exceptions."

"Some people can make good quality ointments without relying on wood-type talents. That requires precise control of temperature, time, and proportions. And precision comes from countless practices and observations."

She continued, "The fundamental principle of potion-making can be summarized in four words: like attracts like."

Her fingertips traced through the air, and several characters for "light" appeared: "Those of the same origin attract each other; those of different origins repel each other."

"The magic in herbs can only be successfully extracted when it is of the same origin as your guiding magic. For example, the blood-clotting herb contains earth magic that stabilizes wounds; the silver leaf flower contains wood magic that stops bleeding. Since they are not of the same origin, a basic ointment is needed as a medium to ensure that they do not repel each other."

Professor Sylvie started with the "perception" attribute of wood magic, explaining how potion makers establish a connection with the life force in medicinal herbs through mental power. She also explained the basic rule of "mutual attraction and repulsion of medicinal properties," as well as the influence of temperature, proportions, and stirring techniques on the stability of the potion.

She could readily demonstrate the methods for preparing several common basic potions, sometimes providing examples and sometimes making comparisons, making the originally dry theory clear and thorough.

The students in the audience listened with rapt attention.

Lorne was also engrossed in it. His understanding of potions was completely from scratch, but Professor Sylvie's explanation was clear and logical, progressing from simple to complex, so even a beginner like him could keep up.

The "personality" of the magic in the medicinal herbs, the "relationship" between different attributes, the subtle influence of heat and technique... these concepts gradually built a preliminary framework in his mind.

After the class, he felt that he had gained a completely new understanding of potions.

After everyone had digested the information, Professor Sylvie instructed them to practice. In front of them, rows of medicinal herbs and potion-making tools appeared on the table, including crystal cauldrons, glass stirring rods, funnels, and more.

Lorne meticulously processed the medicinal herbs following the steps demonstrated by the professor.

Preheating the crucible, melting the ointment, adding the blood-clotting herb juice, sprinkling in silver leaf pollen, and finally catalyzing with magic crystal powder... his spiritual sense unknowingly reached out, helping him perceive the state and temperature changes of the medicinal liquid.

The medicine gradually turned a deep red color.

Just then—

[Fantastic! You listened to the Elder of Danyao Peak preach, and amidst the dazzling displays of knowledge and the sprung golden lotuses from the ground, you comprehended the art of alchemy!]

Congratulations! You have obtained the inheritance of "The Art of Alchemy: Introduction"!