Cultivating in the Wizard World

Jeming smiled faintly, then became somewhat troubled.

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure what the best price for this should be. Do you have any suggestions, professor?"

Professor Clark's eyes gleamed: "Red Dust Potion... right? What's the production like for this potion?"

Jeming calmly revealed his bottom line: "The production of this potion is limited by raw materials. Under my current conditions, I can produce at most two bottles of this level of 'Red Dust Potion' a month."

Two bottles a month...

Clark felt a bit regretful. Such a low yield could fetch a higher price for individual sales, but it restricted the market for this potion.

Fortunately, the effect was astonishing enough that the price could be raised somewhat higher.

After some careful thought, Clark reported a figure that would bankrupt a common Fifth Level Wizard, an astronomical number.

However, for a Sixth Level Wizard like Professor Clark, although this price was steep, it seemed... quite reasonable!

It could even be said to be "worth every penny"!

Simply purifying the soul and spiritual power would still sell at a high price, but not so exaggerated.

After all, the Endless Plane lacked nothing in terms of treasures.

Even treasures that could directly elevate a Sixth Level Wizard's soul essence to the Seventh Level weren't few in number, and some larger Wizard Influences even had channels to steadily produce such resources.

Solely emotional experiences were considered trivial amusements, valued little by wizards.

But when these two factors are combined, it becomes a "luxury item".

Enjoyment on one hand and power enhancement on the other. Coupled with the extremely low yield, its initial target customers should not be those "ordinary" Sixth Level Wizards.

"If you trust me, you can let me sell the potions in the future." Clark said.

Jeming naturally did not refuse such a good offer, immediately handing over three bottles of potion: "No problem, I'll leave it to you, professor. These are all the potions I have refined recently."

Professor Clark didn't hesitate, taking the three bottles and transferring a hefty amount of points to Jeming via the Magic Network Terminal.

Jeming watched his points account leap with several more digits, feeling a burst of joy in his heart.

"I have paid you for three bottles in total, including the one I just consumed, but I won't be paying for another bottle." Professor Clark said again.

"This potion, I need to take it to my mentor as justification to persuade him to agree to build the Seventh Level Large Elemental Pool for you. It will be enough to prove your ability to pay."

"Professor, thank you..." Jeming felt a wave of gratitude.

His mentor truly put in a lot of effort on his behalf.

Clark waved his hand, not saying much more.

After saying goodbye to Professor Clark, Jeming returned to the Golden Garden.

He gazed at the large points figure on the Magic Network Terminal and began planning his next steps.

Even with the Red Dust Potion as a high-value product, with a monthly output of only two bottles, it would still take him eight or nine years to gather enough points to purchase a Seventh Level Large Elemental Pool.

This time frame was still long, but compared to the earlier estimation of decades of monotonous refined gold crafting to earn points, the process had become much easier.

Moreover, Jeming had another idea—if he could travel to other planes and gather more Red Dust Qi, he could accelerate the accumulation of points.

After all, the Red Dust Qi in the Elorcia Plane was vast, but ultimately had a limit.

And with wizards conquering and transforming the Elorcia Plane, the amount of Red Dust Qi it could produce would decrease.

Meanwhile, in the Multiverse, planes with abundant wise life like Elorcia were certainly not limited to just one.

In the coming months, Jeming again focused most of his attention on research.

Since his primary research was on the Divine Power Faith Network, he spent most of his time enclosed within the Golden Garden.

Apart from sending two bottles of potion to his mentor each month, he occasionally took research breaks to visit the Purgatory Sulfur Plane to inspect the construction team's progress.

After burying himself in research for a few more months, Jeming was so engrossed that he even forgot the passage of time in the outside world.

Until one day, he suddenly received a message from Amy and Victor.

On the Magic Network Terminal, projections of Amy and Victor appeared before him.

Both had expressions of excitement and nervousness.

"Jeming! You're holed up in the lab again!" Amy's voice sounded much more grounded.

"What's going on? What brings you both to contact me at the same time?" Jeming asked, puzzled.

"We are fully prepared now." Victor said, with a hint of gravity in his tone, "After nearly a year of preparation, we have decided to proceed with the next planar war."

A year!

Jeming was moved.

He only just realized how long he had been engrossed in research.

"Are you rushing into the next planar war so soon?" Jeming couldn't help but furrow his brows.

Usually, the workshop grants a rest period of half a year to five years after each planar war, and although it's adjustable, Jeming thought even five years seemed too rushed to fully research the gains from one plane.

Besides, Amy and Victor had just completed a one-year rest period.

Amy sighed, with obvious envy in her eyes: "You're so fortunate, Jeming. Unlike us, once we hit a research bottleneck, we must head to the battlefield to seek breakthroughs. Is this what it's like to be a genius... it really makes me envious to the point of jealousy."