Lilia’s eyes lit up, and she quickly flipped open the book to the pages she had marked:
"There are a few places I don’t quite understand, especially regarding the purification method of this ’Jade Liquid Drops’..."
For the next hour, Ron patiently explained various difficult problems in magic potion making for her.
He provided detailed explanations from basic theory to practical operation, and even some rare exceptions.
This was different from his usual straightforward teaching style.
Today, Ron deliberately slowed down the pace, using more vivid language and imaginative metaphors to ensure Lilia could fully grasp each concept.
He even took out pen and paper, personally drawing several complex reaction pathway diagrams to make the abstract theories more tangible.
Seeing Lilia’s expression of sudden realization due to understanding, a subtle sense of satisfaction rose within Ron.
"I see!" Lilia’s eyes brightened:
"So the reason ’Jade Liquid Drops’ is difficult to purify is that it is a balance of multiple elements, and destroying any part will cause the overall traits to collapse!"
"Exactly, which is why the traditional method of thermal extraction is ineffective. A complex process of ’element separation-rebalance’ must be used."
"Teacher, you explained it so clearly!" Lilia sincerely praised, her eyes full of admiration:
"I read several books before but could not understand this principle. Now, I finally do!"
As the discussion deepened, Ron felt a warm and pure energy quietly flowing through his body.
That was "favor"—a special power formed from the student’s genuine gratitude and respect.
Lilia’s "favor" was as pure and enduring as always.
Her trait of "diligence can make up for incompetence" gave her "favor" an exceptionally strong purification property and sustainability, far exceeding ordinary talented individuals.
With the flow of this power, Ron felt the contamination surrounding his spirit was gradually melting away, like sunshine dispersing the haze.
The whispers became fuzzy and distant, and the discomfort of being watched was significantly reduced.
As the discussion concluded, Ron gave praise:
"But you need to consider whether introducing centrifugal techniques in the secondary filtration could further enhance the stability of the magic potion?"
A flash of realization appeared in Lilia’s eyes, and she immediately fell into thought.
"Indeed... in theory, secondary filtration could manage a wider range of amplitude changes."
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"But this requires the producer to have real-time perception and feedback capabilities, otherwise adjustments will lag behind the energy fluctuations, causing more severe instability."
Ron nodded in satisfaction, inwardly admiring.
Initially accepting this student was mainly due to her pure favor brought by the trait "diligence can make up for incompetence."
But over time, the learning ability and depth of thought Lilia demonstrated far exceeded his expectations.
"Extremely accurate analysis."
Ron sincerely commented: "This is the core challenge most complex operations of this kind face."
He stood up and handed a thin manuscript to Lilia:
"This is some of my recent thoughts on this special technique, and maybe it could provide some inspiration for you."
Lilia received the manuscript with both hands, her face brimming with joy and gratitude.
For her, being able to access her teacher’s thought processes was a tremendous honor and learning opportunity.
"Thank you, teacher. I will study it carefully."
After she left, Ron exhaled deeply, feeling the clarity of his spirit that had already been restored.
Lilia’s favor was indeed unusually precious, capable of effectively reducing spiritual contamination.
This was indispensable assistance for Ron, who was about to attempt the path of authenticity.
"Looks like I need to increase the frequency of teaching."
Ron planned secretly, as this could both help Lilia grow faster and provide himself with a continuing source of purification against contamination.
A win-win situation, without any reason not to pursue.
Days passed by, and Ron’s meditation practice progressed steadily.
Apart from his daily three meditation sessions, he also increased his teaching interactions with Lilia.
Not only covering magic potion making but also expanding to multiple areas like basic magic construction and elemental theory.
This high-intensity teaching benefited Lilia immensely and also provided Ron with a constant flow of pure favor, effectively offsetting the spiritual contamination brought by meditation.
One evening, after training, Ron stood on the terrace of the workshop, gazing at the Black Mist Jungle gradually being swallowed by night.
Unconsciously, he realized he had been in this world for almost two and a half years, and integrating his soul for nearly two years.
His physical age was approaching eighteen, a time when on Earth, he would be intensely preparing for his final high school exams.
Two and a half years... in this time, he had risen from a borderline sixth-class star candidate apprentice to the head of the candidate wizard sequence.
He mastered various master-level magic, developed various high-end magic potions, and even achieved impressive results in the field of bloodline modulation.
If he were on Earth, at this age he would likely be buried in a sea of study for college entrance exams.
But here, he was already standing within the power pyramid of a whole new world, capable of at least overlooking the mortal realm.
"Still far from enough..."
Ron murmured softly, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
Despite the rapid progress, he knew he was still only an apprentice.
In this perilous extraordinary world, he couldn’t even talk about the most basic self-protection capabilities.
Without becoming an official wizard, he couldn’t enter the mid-to-upper echelons of this world, nor obtain real speech power and security guarantees.
The future path was still long, and becoming an official wizard was just the first step.
Afterward, he still needed to steadily improve, strengthen his foundation, and expand his limits as much as possible.
He didn’t seek to soar like those top talented individuals but aimed to go further and more steadily on this path.
"Only one month left..."
The time to the Star Ring Convergence was nearing, and the goal of becoming an official wizard was just ahead.
Ron took a deep breath, turned back indoors, and continued his preparation work.
The morning workshop was filled with a tranquil and harmonious atmosphere.
Ailan busied herself in the backyard, trimming those rapidly growing herbs;
Dale frolicked in the small pond, her golden tail shimmering charmingly under the sunlight;
Lilia was in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous breakfast, the air filled with a tempting aroma.
These scenes and sounds combined to create a harmonious daily picture.
Ron sat in the study, holding a letter from the kingdom, the Farouk’s Crown family crest clearly visible on the wax seal.
"Andre finally has news..."
He murmured softly, carefully opening the envelope.
Since Andre set off back home a few months ago, this was the first official reply.
Before, there had only been a few brief demon crystal transmissions, relaying peace while also hinting at the tense situation in the kingdom.
The letter was written in Andre’s signature sharp handwriting, the strokes like swords, exuding a forceful sense of power.
By the time you receive this letter, I have reorganized my father’s forces and taken command of one-third of the military strength in the capital..."
Ron raised his brows slightly, quickly skimming the contents of the letter, a satisfied smile gradually curved at the corners of his mouth.
Andre’s journey back home was unsmooth, faced with an assassination attempt by two trusted knights sent by his elder brother as soon as he stepped into the kingdom’s border.
"Those poor fools." The letter said:
"They probably never dreamed of whom they would face. They were used to bullying those weak noble children but couldn’t anticipate confronting a true knight awakened with the Red Blood Flying Dragon bloodline."
Andre casually mentioned the battle process:
The opponent didn’t even have time to shout a second phrase of threat before losing their heads.
Afterward, he packed the heads of the two into a specially preserved bag and took them to the Royal Capital.
And at the right moment, demonstrated them to those who needed to see—a bloody but effective declaration.
"What surprised me the most was grandfather’s reaction,"
The letter continued:
"Upon learning that I not only successfully awakened the Red Blood Flying Dragon bloodline but also gained the support of Ron Ralph, ranked sixth in the Black Mist School sequence, that perpetually stern old face actually showed a rare smile."
Andre’s grandfather was one of the few advanced apprentices in the royal family, well aware of the true significance of sequence rankings.
Especially when he learned that Ron had reached this level in just over a year.
This old man instantly realized—this was a person very likely to achieve official wizard status in the future.