"Giant cat tail fur, rainbow type."
"Dragon scales, level-seven blue dragon."
"Antlers, level-five Milante Giant Antler Deer, three portions."
"Rice wine, Cat Tufflin region."
"..."
As she placed raw materials of differing properties into the alchemical cauldron, Jiang Han could now call herself a so-called senior alchemist. Of course, there was no such title as senior within the alchemist ranks, nor was there a master rank. They were merely conventional titles witches had agreed upon among themselves; more often, they were called professors.
The potion in the alchemical cauldron crackled and popped. The three Nightmare Cat Lamps perched atop Jiang Han's wide-brimmed witch hat stared wide-eyed at the cauldron. Her movements were elegant and proper as she tended the cauldron with the essential temperament of the Xuelun Curie school: [The pot may explode, but the person must not panic].
"Will it work?" Cat Lin, curled up on the nearby table in the same prone posture as a cat lamp, looked over.
The cat lamps showed no reaction toward Cat Lin, because Jiang Han had introduced her as her own dependent—a favored clan possessing some of her abilities and traits. Just the Mist Immortal cat ears atop her head and the Mist Immortal cat tail behind her waist were fairly persuasive proof. Though they were reluctant to admit it, witches possessed some traits of false gods: for instance, they could create dependents, answer their dependents' prayers, and wield [magical power] and [leyline power] in methods and forms akin to the use of [divine power].
"It'll work." Jiang Han glanced at her. "I'm using this method to give you the most basic spell. But there are still some difficulties with the improvements. I can't guarantee one hundred percent that I'll be able to create a new spell inscription for you, especially one