Above The Sky
Chapter 532 - 532 501 Shocking!

532: Chapter 501: Shocking!

Ian is so terrifying!

(5/4, asking for monthly passes at the end of the month!) 532: Chapter 501: Shocking!

Ian is so terrifying!

(5/4, asking for monthly passes at the end of the month!) “A very objective viewpoint.”

Master Alexey nodded slightly, he neither agreed with Karan Xir’s view nor denied it, but instead looked at Master Gossay, “After all, the person in question is young, perhaps a bit cunning, yet this sharpness of thinking and the choice to circumvent one’s own weak points can indeed be called genius.”

He actually praised Ian earnestly, just with a touch of regret, while Master Vana also agreed, “Gossay, you should teach him well afterward, don’t let this child go astray.”

“If you don’t have the time, I can teach him.”

Karan Xir blinked his eyes, his cheeks flushed red, clearly not understanding how his subtly derogatory comment ended up making the other two masters think highly of Ian.

Of course, it couldn’t really be called thinking highly, as everyone believed that Ian might have potential, but the choice was problematic due to a lack of experience and age.

Ian was naturally unaware of the many intricacies within the conference room, he was simply following his own ideas, utilizing these alchemy materials, that could be considered expensive, for his own experiment.

“See the residue left from the first bottle of alchemical potion?

Don’t wash the crucible, use Pure Water Essentia, then place it in a vacuum bottle for layered reuse, wasting not a bit of the raw material.”

He didn’t think there was any problem with his choices, he even had fun adding his own commentary, “See the sublimating gas?

Don’t let it dissipate, collect it all, use a cooling reaction to condense it back down…

and now we’ve recouped a portion of the materials.”

The powers of the Fairy Bloodline were utilized to the extreme by Ian, gases, liquids, and solids were switched back and forth by him, ensuring that not an ounce of the alchemical potion’s raw material was wasted.

And everyone watched his operations, momentarily unable to make a judgement.

“Is this…

a new alchemical technique?”

Yisen Gard muttered doubtfully to himself, although he knew he couldn’t possibly be familiar with all alchemy techniques, he was aware of at least ninety percent — yet Ian’s method of not wasting a single drop was more than just thrift, because some alchemical potions needed sublimation, and the evaporation of some impurities was necessary to continue and ensure the smoothness of the alchemy reaction.

“This is a bit strange, even though he has eliminated impurities as much as possible, what can be done with the collected residual materials…

A catalytic primer for the same potion?

Oh, I see now, it’s like a source for catalysis similar to fermentation!”

And then it dawned on Master Alexey, “This way, he can make more of the same alchemical potions at a faster speed!

However, only the first bottle of potion will be the most potent, and thereafter the quality of the potions will unavoidably decline.”

“But with this technique, you can produce one or two more bottles of potion than the typical production process!”

“This is a new technique,” mused Master Vana, “Although the practicality still needs to be considered, it is indeed an innovative one.”

“Indeed, this deserves extra points.”

“It’s just a pity that the potions produced with this method will decrease in value quite a bit—although they can still be considered ‘ordinary’ quality, in the end, six or seven bottles of Anti-Damage Potion may not compare to a single Comprehensive Amplification Potion.”

This judgment was made by a veteran alchemist, and it was one that most people agreed with.

After all, the value difference between inferior quality potions and high-quality ones is indeed too great — like the same piece of iron: turned into ordinary kitchen knives, even dozens of them won’t sell for one or two Talles, but if made into a Fine Iron Longsword, one could sell for three Talles, and one piece of iron should make two or three.

And if it were a fine elite shield, then the price would be at least fifteen Talles or more!

Not to mention an Inscription Base, becoming a part of a high-grade Inscription Apparatus…

the value is even more immeasurable.

Genius.

But heading in the wrong direction.

So, when the three masters had already given Ian a rating of ‘can score high, but not enough to place,’ everyone in the room had expressions of regret.

But just at that moment, Ian had completed the sixth bottle of potion.

At this instant, Master Gossay suddenly uttered a soft exclamation of surprise.

Because he noticed that Ian still had about half of the materials left unused.

He widened his eyes, realizing that something was amiss.

And when Ian finished the seventh bottle, Masters Alexey and Vana also lifted their heads to look at the screen; they glanced at each other and felt astonished.

Before long, all the alchemists in the room stopped watching the actions of the other candidates and instead looked at Ian, who was making the eighth bottle of potion, with astonishment and even shock.

And Ian, unaffected by anyone, continued making potions, taking the remaining materials, he used the catalytic reaction to swiftly complete the eighth bottle of Anti-Damage Potion.

“This…”

The three masters looked at each other.

In their opinion, being able to produce the eighth alchemical potion was already a testament to Ian’s exceedingly superior technique.

For an ordinary elite alchemist, it was an impossible task.

But who would have known that the Origin Structure Ian had preserved silently replaced a considerable part of the alchemy materials, allowing him to continue making more with the remaining ingredients!

The ninth bottle!

The tenth bottle!

The eleventh bottle!

Hum—

The collection dish trembled slightly, and Ian revealed a look of regret, “Ah, the eleventh bottle failed.

There were some errors this time, and according to the theories calculated by the Silver Chip and Foresight View, the limit should be around thirteen bottles.”

However, this was already better than expected—Thanks to the Fairy Meditation Technique, Ian’s mental strength had increased, otherwise, even the tenth bottle would have been challenging, and it might have failed.

The mental and focus enhancements provided by the Fairy Meditation Technique, along with the precision in operation, were all crucial for Ian’s alchemy techniques.

One could only say that this Bloodline Inheritance and his vocation truly complemented each other wonderfully.

Of course, if he used the Silver Chip for precise operations, Ian believed he would be able to create thirteen potions, but according to his calculations, the total value of nine bottles had already certainly surpassed that of the Comprehensive Amplification Potion—the tenth bottle was his experimental way of seeing if he could achieve perfect operation with his own methods.

The eleventh bottle was about seeing if he could break his own limits.

Actually, he was still slightly short of the mark.

But frankly, the precision of this operation had astounded everyone present.

“Gurgle.”

Karan Xir stared blankly at the screen, having been inwardly cheering for the potion, hoping Ian wouldn’t continue to succeed.

But when Ian truly failed, he felt a tinge of loss—The young alchemist could also see that ten bottles were not the limit of Ian’s new techniques; it was merely the difficulty that had gotten too high.

“For me, probably the eighth bottle…

no, the eighth would be the limit.

The ninth would surely fail, I can’t artificially raise my standards…

he’s so impressive…”

As a person and a fellow student who did not get along with Yisen Gard, emotionally, Karan Xir did not want Ian to succeed.

But as an alchemist, he eagerly wished that Ian could perfect this technique, and move a step closer to the Logos.

This contradictory state of mind caused him great inner conflict, leaving him unsure of how to express his feelings.

Master Vana turned her head to whisper to Master Alexey, “What do you think you could make it to?”

“The limit should be around twelve bottles; I think I could do eleven, but twelve might depend on luck…”

The gray-haired old man replied softly, his brows deeply furrowed, even standing up and pacing back and forth in the conference room to calculate, “Damn it, am I being overtaken by the younger generation?

Is this kid fourteen or fifteen years old?

Are my years of experience only slightly better?”

He raised his head and looked towards the equally silent Master Gossay, “Hey, no waist (as Master Gossay’s waist was a mechanical structure), did you know he had this ability?”

“Ah?”

Master Gossay seemed to snap out of a dream, touching his beard and almost snapping a strand, “Me?

I’m not his teacher, how would I know?”

“You’re not?

So he’s self-taught?”

Alexey looked at Gossay skeptically, then immediately grabbed Karan Xir who was beside him and rushed out, “Okay, I’ll go ahead then!”

“Teacher?” The black-haired alchemist didn’t react before he was carried out of the conference room like a chicken by the age-hardened gray-haired master.

Master Gossay and Master Vana exchanged looks, with the old man also giving a ‘do you know?’ gesture towards Yisen Gard, who slightly shook his head.

“Let’s go.”

Exhaling, Master Gossay shook his head slightly, “Don’t let the dwarf harass our champion by himself.”

“This time, he really did show us a thing or two.”