"This is alchemy fire."
That day, as soon as Li Ji'an returned to his room, he tried to condense alchemy fire again.
The moment a wisp of faintly reddish flame rose from his palm, it marked Li Ji'an as, by a stretch, an "immortal."
After all, it was the first spell he had learned.
Alchemy fire was similar to the Fireball Technique. Both were condensed from magical power, but the former required a steady infusion of power, with constant adjustments to the flame's temperature and the proportion of spiritual energy it contained. The latter only needed to be launched.
So, strictly speaking, anyone who could condense alchemy fire could cast the Fireball Technique, but the reverse was not necessarily true.
"Pfft~" Before Li Ji'an could properly savor the first "Immortal Method" he had performed through no human effort in his five lifetimes, the wisp of flame—unstable from the start—went out.
"My magical power is still too thin!" He tried several more times, but the result was the same.
He was only at the first level of Qi Condensation, and the magical power in his dantian was so sparse that he could not sustain the flame for more than three breaths.
He had been prepared for that. In this world, only cultivators at the middle stage of Qi Refining could generally use spells to fight.
"Alchemy is definitely out of the question. I wonder if I can launch it?" With that thought, Li Ji'an condensed alchemy fire again.
This time, he no longer focused on the spiritual energy content or controlling the temperature. Instead, he instantly pushed the flame to the greatest size he could manage.
Now that he understood the core logic and method of condensing the magical power in his dantian, this closely related spell came easily.
Boom~ A