I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 589 Meetings and Refinement

In the dark, secret room, only a crystal ball emitted a faint light.

The image of a young wizard was reflected in the crystal ball.

He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate features, and was dressed in a standard apprentice's robe.

At this moment, the wizard apprentice was sitting in the library, intently flipping through a thick ancient book.

That was a genius apprentice from Noren Academy 147 this year, a student of the Logistics Department Rune Literature, named Yarlin.

Around the secret room, a dozen or so figures sat quietly.

Their faces were hidden in the darkness, with only the occasional flash of their eyes indicating that there were still living people here.

The leading level six wizard cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Begin the report."

In the darkness, one voice after another rang out.

"Soul level test complete. The soul's essence is pure, with no signs of modification or replacement."

"Mental state test complete. Mental state is normal, no external mental imprints."

"Thought fluctuation detection complete. No abnormal fluctuations were detected, consistent with normal human thought characteristics."

"Origin plane verification complete. The individual was born in the third plane under plane Noren 147. All direct relatives within the last thirty generations are recorded, and there is no possibility of infiltration by outsiders."

"Analysis of public video footage complete. Five years of schooling, no abnormalities in daily behavior. Regular schedule, normal social interactions, and learning progress matches test results—all reports finalized."

The leading level six wizard nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good. Now that all parties have confirmed that everything is correct, I propose that we initiate the Level 2 training agreement for this wizard apprentice."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the darkness: "Does anyone else have any questions?"

This inquiry was originally just a formality.

After all, according to convention, since all the tests have been passed, it is confirmed that this wizard apprentice is a true genius.

Next, we went through the motions, everyone agreed, and then the meeting adjourned.

But at that very moment...

In the darkness, a hand slowly rose.

"I have a problem."

Everyone was stunned.

The leading level six wizard was also taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What's the problem?"

The owner of that hand sighed.

My problem is...

Jemin sat helplessly in the corner. "Can we turn on the lights? It's not that we can't see clearly... but do we have to make it so mysterious?" The atmosphere in the secret room froze for a moment.

Then someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

A level-five wizard sitting next to Jemin immediately retorted, "It's a tradition!"

"Yes, tradition!"

"Noren Workshop always does this when making major decisions!"

Jemin's face darkened.

Serafina's voice drifted from another corner, tinged with amusement: "This is a tradition that has been followed since the founding of the Norren Workshop. Don't you think it's sacred?"

"Holy Thunder my foot." Jemin rolled his eyes. "It's not like the academy is lacking energy or anything, why make it so dark?"

Everyone fell silent.

Then, the leading level six wizard coughed and snapped his fingers.

The runes on the ceiling of the secret chamber lit up instantly, the dazzling light dispelling all the darkness and revealing a large number of wizards sitting around the conference table. However, many wizards were not actually sitting at the table, but rather gathered around it in various poses, resembling the previous throng of people.

The wizards were in the most awkward position after the lights were turned on.

"It would have been better if we had done this sooner," Jemin muttered.

The others also stood up and obediently sat down around the conference table.

The sixth-level wizard at the head of the table sat in the main seat, looking at Jemin with a helpless expression.

"Alright, is everything alright now?"

Jemin shook his head.

Everyone agreed.

"Then it's settled." The level six wizard nodded. "I'll apply for a level two training agreement with my superiors now. Um... Runemaster, remember to inform this apprentice about the matter. That's all, meeting adjourned."

The group got up and left one after another.

Jemin stood up and was about to leave when Serafina appeared beside him.

"You've really ruined that mysterious atmosphere."

Jemin couldn't help but rub his forehead: "The lights should have been on anyway, why did you have to act like ghosts? I'm starting to wonder if you guys are even wizards..."

Serafina smiled, said nothing more, and turned to disappear down the corridor.

Jemin shook his head, stepped onto the teleportation array, and returned to the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

The moment he landed, the relaxed expression on his face vanished completely.

Instead, there is a serious focus.

He strode through the corridor, past the busy black giant priests, and went straight into the laboratory.

Deep within the laboratory, there is a specially constructed magic circle.

In the center of the magic circle, a fist-sized ball of silver light floated.

The light was soft and cool, like the physical manifestation of moonlight, slowly flowing through the dimly lit room.

It was a burst of moonlight power.

Over the past few months, the Black Giants have accumulated this cluster through the collection arrays they have laid out across the entire plane, coupled with the strengthening of their concept of the moon during daily rituals.

Jemin walked to the magic circle, stared at the ball of silver light, and took a deep breath: "Not bad, the preliminary preparations are complete, we can proceed to the next step..."

Today, he plans to extract the imperial nectar from it.

According to the records of the Great Dao Book Pavilion, the ideal situation is to allow the power of the moonlight to be directly transformed into Emperor's Essence during the collection process.

But that requires a sufficiently strong "moon concept" to support it.

The moon in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane has only existed for a few months; the concept is too weak to achieve that level of transformation.

Therefore, the only option is to use a rudimentary method: first, collect the power of the moonlight, and then use a special magic array to refine it a second time.

Jemin raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed them lightly above the magic circle.

Mental energy probes out.

The magic circle lit up instantly, and 360 small rune pillars glowed simultaneously, enveloping the central ball of moonlight power layer by layer.

The first step is purification.

The power of moonlight is considered a lower-grade product of Emperor's Essence. To refine it into Emperor's Essence, the related concepts must be refined to a purer level. Jieming's spiritual power transformed into countless fine threads, probing into the ball of silver light.

The surrounding magic array was activated, and a continuous stream of "impurities" were expelled.

The moment those impurities were stripped away, they were annihilated by the surrounding rune pillars.

The silver light grew increasingly pure.

The second step is compression.

The purified Moon Essence Power shrank significantly, becoming only the size of a baby's fist.

But that's not enough; it needs to be compressed further, and even more spiritual energy needs to be incorporated into the compression process.

Jemin formed a hand seal, and the runes in the magic circle began to change.

The light that was originally radiating outwards began to converge inwards, forming a huge pressure field. At the same time, surging spiritual energy was continuously poured into it.

The ball of silver light slowly contracted under pressure.

From a baby's fist, to a pigeon's egg, and then to the size of a soybean.

The third step is to refine.

This is the most crucial step.

Jemin took a deep breath and then exhaled into the ball of energy the size of a soybean.

Accompanying the aura was a ball of pure soul energy that Jemin had prepared beforehand.

The moment the soul energy merged, the ball of silver light trembled violently.

It began to spin, faster and faster, and as it spun, countless fine golden threads began to emerge.

The golden threads seemed alive, moving and intertwining in the silver light.

Each thread absorbs the surrounding moonlight and transforms it into something more advanced.

Jemin dared not relax his mental strength in the slightest.

He manipulated the golden threads, weaving them according to specific rules.

That was the "Emperor's Flowing Essence Formation Technique" recorded in the Great Dao Library. Every woven path had its own rules; a single wrong step would render all previous efforts futile. Time passed second by second.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Jemin's forehead.

Fortunately, the Destiny System helped him share the computational burden. Although it took a lot of effort, everything was under control.

Jemin couldn't help but sigh inwardly, now it seemed that building the destiny subsystem in advance was a rather wise choice.

I don't know how much time passed...

The ball of silver light suddenly contracted, then expanded, then contracted again, then expanded again.

With one last, intense pulse, everything returned to calm.

Jemin slowly withdrew his hand, staring at the center of the magic circle.

There, a drop of liquid floats silently.

It is very small, only about the size of a regular raindrop.

However, its presence was countless times stronger than the previous fist-sized ball of moonlight.

It has a slightly flowing pale gold color throughout, and countless fine lines can be vaguely seen on the surface. Those lines are constantly changing, as if there is life flowing in them.

Most amazingly, it is surrounded by countless tiny golden threads.

The threads extend from the droplets, spreading in all directions, then receding back, repeating the cycle like breathing.

This is the Emperor's Dew.

Jemin stared at it, activated his all-seeing eye, and carefully examined it.

After a moment, Jemin smiled.

"It's done."

He reached out and gently beckoned, and the drop of imperial nectar slowly fell into his palm.

It feels warm to the touch, giving an indescribable feeling of "being alive".

This is the Emperor's Dew, which can enlighten plants, awaken their intelligence, and transform mortal objects.

Jemin took out a specially made crystal bottle and carefully placed it inside.

Pale golden droplets floated quietly in the crystal bottle, the golden threads still visible through the bottle walls, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Jemin put the cap back on the bottle and let out a long breath.