Above The Sky
Chapter 378 - 378 350 Knowledge is Power!

378: 350 Chapter Knowledge is Power!

(1/3) 378: 350 Chapter Knowledge is Power!

(1/3) The principle of Aetherization is to use the structure of Inscriptions as a foundation to store the Aether converted from material and to restore the Aether to material whenever needed.

In other words, only the places with Inscriptions are incapable of Aetherization; however, when storing Aether, the durability of the Inscription base also increases manifold.

The Spiritual Machine Nun treats the Inscription that stores the heavy machine gun as an armor plate over her chest, and its defensive strength can even surpass that of high-performance alloys.

“Aetherize.”

Ian gripped the sword hilt tightly, activated the Origin Quality, and in a particular sequence, triggered the Inscription structure—In an instant, accompanied by the twinkling of dark golden Aether streams, the blade of the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword reappeared silently.

“Not bad,” the young man smiled slightly.

He then activated the Aetherization Inscription again, turning the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword back into its hilt and hanging it at his waist, “This will be much more convenient from now on.”

It was not just about being able to carry weapons around with him.

Ian knew that, in the future, if he were to have Aether armaments or large firearms and other difficult-to-carry equipment, he would have the ability to solve that issue and carry them all with him.

By now, the preparations before leaving Harrison Port were almost all complete.

Especially on the next day, when Ian received news from Shasha that the ‘Dismal Nether Jellyfish,’ the material for his fourth Fairy Bloodline organ, had been captured by Shasha, it was even more so the case.

Truthfully, with Shasha’s Second Energy Level Iron Armor Shark strength, catching a mere Dismal Nether Jellyfish was almost like picking up money from the roadside.

As long as it was seen, what remained was merely bending down to pick it up.

When Ian learned of this news, he was chatting with Scott and Green Tide inside the Huai Guang Church.

The young guard squad of the Iron Folk were quite delighted originally on knowing that they had a ‘colleague.’

Ian saw the other party’s hair slightly perking up…

It was simply that the other’s mood was quite transparent.

However, as soon as Green Tide also arrived at the church and realized that their new colleague was a Wave Scout at the Peak of the First Power Level, Scott visibly became nervous and ill at ease.

Stringent training meant that his outward actions were still very proper, and even Green Tide did not notice Scott’s unease, but Ian could sharply perceive that his amber eyes had become somewhat dull with discomfort.

“Don’t worry, you’re really still young, only four years older than me,” Ian reassured him with a smile.

“But your joints lack flexibility, simple strength and endurance do not mean that you have trained adequately, Scott, didn’t I teach you a set of Breathing Guiding Technique last time?”

“While breathing, exercise your joints at the same time, persist for a few months, and you will pretty much meet the standard,” he emphasized.

“The standard of a Sublimation Apprentice.” He emphasized.

Upon hearing these words, Scott’s gaze visibly brightened—the Iron Folk have significantly more electric currents in their bodies than other humans; as such, their eyes can indeed flicker with the ebb and flow of their emotions.

Still, he remained very serious and tight-lipped, with that too-cool-to-talk appearance.

“Huh.”

On the other hand, upon hearing Ian’s words, Green Tide’s heart was moved, “Boss, can you already craft Magic Potions?”

This swordsman with narrow eyes and short aquamarine hair had now changed into a different outfit and concealed his sharp presence, making him appear no different from an average sailor.

Or to put it more bluntly, he looked just like a hardened sailor adept at drinking, boasting, indulging in prostitution and gambling.

But even so, those with ample experience could tell from his sharp gaze that he was no easy opponent.

He was a dangerous old salt.

Of course, that was a disguise, as he had a wife and children at home and dared not truly engage in such activities.

Having tumbled and stumbled around the Southern Sea for so many years, Green Tide could naturally tell that Ian was preparing to train Scott to become a Sublimator.

And not the kind that were a dime a dozen, like Wave Breakers or Wave Singers, those support-type Sublimators, but a true inheritor of martial prowess.

As for his astonishment, that was pretty normal too.

The difficulty of concocting Magic Potions actually far exceeded that of ordinary Alchemical Potions, not to mention the question of where the recipes came from…

People like Ian, who first learned how to concoct several kinds of Magic Potions before going back to study alchemy, were extremely rare.

After all, his inheritance was very special, unreliable to others, so he could only rely on himself.

“In the future, if you need it, I can also help you concoct Magic Potions, free of charge, just consider it a perk.”

Ian signaled for the other party to sit, then handed the Galewind Longsword he snatched from the squad leader to the swordsman, “I haven’t been able to pay you a salary recently, so for now use this sword as payment in kind—by the way, it will be like this for quite a long time, you chose to follow me knowing it would be somewhat self-suffering.”

“Hey, boss, don’t sell me short, it’s not just for the money…

or rather, not purely for the money.”

Green Tide wasn’t particularly concerned about this and examined the longsword Ian handed over, then his eyes shone with surprise, “I’ve already earned a fortune from my missions at the Platinum Iridium Workshop, not to mention the excellent performance of this sword you’ve given me, which is only slightly inferior to my family heirloom sword!”

“Are you really giving this to me?” Lifting his head, while Green Tide was somewhat reluctant, he still looked toward Scott, “This brother here must be from the Guard Squad, right?

He needs a good weapon far more than a mercenary like me.”

“I use a heavy machine gun.” Iron Folk glanced at the Galewind Longsword, and although his eyes also held a man’s love for fine weapons, he firmly refused, “I want to help Ian, and clearly he doesn’t need another swordsman.”

“This longsword is clearly more helpful to Mr.

Green Tide, I don’t need it.”

“Scott has always been self-taught in mechanical engineering,” Ian said with a smile as he introduced Scott to Green Tide, “Don’t underestimate him, as far as I know, he’s definitely a lot more educated than you—especially in mechanics and mathematics.”

“You can actually read…

and even understand mechanics?”

Green Tide looked at Scott in astonishment and muttered to himself, “Are all the young people nowadays this diligent and eager to learn?”

“I’m not that well-versed either,” Scott said with humility, “I’ve only dabbled a bit…

after all, someone in my family was a blacksmith, so I have a bit of a foundation in this area.”

“As expected.”

Once Scott finished speaking, Ian’s expression turned serious.

He earnestly reminded, “Green Tide, you may have heard similar words before, but I still have to tell you again—do you know why there are so many adventurers at the First Power Level Peak, but so few become Second Level Master Class Individuals?”

When he noticed both of them focused their attention on him, Ian continued, “The answer is knowledge.”

“The Second Energy Level is a level concerning thought, wisdom, and the soul—a Cultivator who cannot recognize a single word can rely on a family Bloodline or a fortunate chance encounter to obtain a Magic Potion, become a Sublimator, or like your father, Green Tide, join the army, become an elite, and ultimately use a Magic Potion to sublimate.”

“But such individuals will find it difficult to break through the Second Energy Level for the rest of their lives…

because their way of thinking is too simple, or to put it another way, they lack ‘foundation’.”

“Their brains don’t possess a systematic language, a structured body of knowledge, or a highly efficient method of precise, complex thinking and algorithms, so they fail to cultivate a soul and thus the qualifications to reach the Second Energy Level.”

Staring at the solemn-faced Green Tide, Ian knew he had fully taken in his words and thus continued, “So do you understand now?

Why there are far more Nobles at the Second Energy Level than commoners?”

“It is somewhat related to Bloodline, but most importantly, it’s because of their ‘extensive family learning’.”