New Spell

Returning home exhausted, Jiang Han began to brew the potion.

The production process was as follows:

First, clean the mixing tools with salt water, then rinse them with clear water.

Add aromatic essential oil symbolizing water, then pour in two pieces of charcoal ignited with magic power.

Use a wooden brush to scrub the light blue, creamy substance that had fused together and was emitting a charcoal aroma, then rinse it clean.

Pour in the distilled water, pure malt ale, and rum in sequence.

Then, add the remaining materials according to the order of the Witch Ternary Method: biological, botanical, and mineral.

Upon completion, accompanied by a sound that was both clear and muffled—like something freezing—the potion burned violently while simultaneously freezing; high and low temperatures steamed within the vessel.

Jiang Han hurriedly threw the papyrus with the written spell model into the vessel.

Sss... Hiss...

The paper dissolved the moment it hit the potion.

The high heat gradually dissipated, and the steam formed by the temperature difference between the cold and heat drifted out, shifting above the potion like several twisted characters entangling and devouring one another. Those characters were difficult to understand and parse; with Jiang Han's level of knowledge, she could only identify two:

[Drink Me]

...This should be fine, right... Jiang Han guiltily glanced at the operation manual, then set it aside and tugged at her ill-fitting clothes.

She was wearing a tracksuit that was clearly too big; even though it was short-sleeved, it fit her like a mid-sleeve, and she had to roll up the long hem twice so it wouldn't look like a dress...

There was no time to worry about this tracksuit borrowed from her younger sister; she had to hurry...

Jiang Han walked out of the house in the tracksuit, took two deep breaths, and began to jog.

The requirement for taking the Fear Spell potion was: jog for 30 minutes, then do 50 squats...

Good heavens, this will only make me 'fear fitness'... Jiang Han sighed and began to jog with difficulty.

Honestly, a 30-minute jog only made her break a sweat, but those 50 squats... tsk tsk, they were lethal.

"Gulp, gulp... gulp..."

Jiang Han panted, holding the potion cup with both hands, and sipped the potion, which tasted a bit like herbal tea with a hint of alcohol.

An extreme, sweet, tingling sensation exploded from the location of her brain.

It made her let out a whimper involuntarily, and she collapsed softly to the ground, one hand covering her mouth, the other pressing against her abdomen where the tingling sensation was intensifying, curling up on the floor.

Sweet, irresistible, delicious knowledge fed back from her stomach into her delighted brain.

She gasped for air as if oxygen-deprived, her ice-colored eyes stained with a faint red and a soft peach hue, her arches tensed, and her toes curled inward as if trying to grasp something.

The agony of her brain being stretched to its limit and the joy of receiving knowledge occurred simultaneously.

Her vision blurred, and the tingling senses gradually became clear and sharp; something seemed to be invading her thoughts.

It was like a drop of ink falling into her mind.

But it had no effect on Jiang Han; she could sense her own magic power, an immense sea of power that increased every second, swallowing this foreign object whole.

Then, she understood what this 'ink' was.

"Knowledge..."

Knowledge brought pleasure, a rational pleasure. The tingling in her abdomen spread once more, engraving the newly acquired knowledge onto the witch's body. Jiang Han felt a new spell recorded in her spell library: Fear Magic.

Having brewed a potion herself for the first time, she finally understood many things she hadn't grasped before.

Why powerful witches would not create magic models for weak witches.

Why witches rarely exchanged spell models directly.

Why both Archwitch and Weak Witch alike needed to study and delve deep into a spell before they could learn it.

She understood it completely.

A spell model recorded in the brain must be understood and personally researched. The spell models written down by witches were merely the standard models from their own minds.

Researching a spell is like building a house.

Creating a model is like obtaining the key to that house.

And if a witch used a model developed by someone else without having researched it thoroughly herself, it was like 'holding the key but having no house.' Her brain would be empty, instantly filled with errors from the mismatched key, triggering physical damage... It was dangerous. This was only a Level 3 spell; for higher levels, not having researched it thoroughly could result in her head simply exploding.

No wonder some witches didn't mind if their potion recipes leaked, and weren't afraid of their modified spells being stolen... If one only obtained the recipe without the research notes, it was a natural path to death... stealing the knowledge was highly likely to result in sudden death... Jiang Han sat up, leaning on the floor, still shaken.

Her body was still in a state of tingling, sweetness, and excitement.

This was the sensation of fully understanding a spell, learning it, and then consuming the potion. If one hadn't fully grasped it, this feeling might turn into soreness, pain, and confusion.

Jiang Han was truly grateful to her mentor, Cheng Yu. Miss Cheng Yu hadn't been eager for quick success by letting her, an Archwitch, possess magic that 'matched her status,' but instead patiently selected a few Level 2 and Level 3 spells for her to study, teaching her hand-in-hand.

This allowed her to absorb the knowledge contained in the spells almost perfectly, no longer like when she had just transmigrated, knowing only how to use spells without understanding their core.

Because she had participated in and researched the Fear Spell from beginning to end.

She applied this spell with incredible fluidity, even more skillfully than she used the Fireball Spell.

Her consciousness and the spell were tightly bonded; the tingling and the feeling of physical lightness still lingered, but her mind was becoming clearer and clearer.

Jiang Han experienced a moment of realization in an instant.

She raised her left hand, tossed her staff onto the table with her right, and traced a V symbol enclosed in a circle in the air with her left index finger.

Magic power surged out, hanging suspended in the air.

"Hit," Jiang Han muttered to herself, fixing her icy eyes on a teacup placed not far away and focusing her attention.

Hum—

An invisible ripple spread out; within her perception, she saw her magic power wash forward like a wave, slamming fiercely into the teacup.

The surface of the teacup was coated in a faint, almost invisible red, symbolizing that the object was now in a state of magic vulnerability.

Due to Jiang Han's immense magic power, this spell had derived additional effects.

The effect used by ordinary witches was for a burst of magic to weaken a creature's magic resistance, but Jiang Han's magic was so dense that it injected this effect directly into the creature's body; even inanimate objects would be weakened by this magic-resistance-reducing spell.

Creatures and objects naturally possess resistance to spells, some more and some less.

The Fear Magic spell worked by driving the witch's magic into the "magic resistance" itself, disguising it as a component of that resistance to create a weak point in the defense.

To high-level witches, this was not difficult to break, but it also had high-level derivative spells, such as the 5th-tier spell Weakening Shield and Spell Flow Explosion.

Regardless, Jiang Han had finally mastered a spell that could form a combo with her Fireball Spell, and her research and understanding of this spell meant she could finally use her mana freely, rather than fumbling around like a muggle who didn't know how to crudely manipulate magic.

Strengthening defenses, condensing the crudest magic shields, and improving physical capabilities.

—She finally understood why other witches didn't feel cold while riding their brooms; at first, she had thought it was just her own physical constitution.

No wonder she sometimes saw powerful Archwitches on television enchant their staves and charge in with a cleaving strike...