Alchemist [Seeking Follows]

"Fulan Snowfield in the north of the Tin Deer Kingdom."

Lin Ye spoke softly. The Fulan Snowfield in the northern reaches of the Tin Deer Kingdom was the highest altitude plateau in the world today.

It was also said to be one of the cradles of the Ancient Rhein Civilization.

Although it was covered in ice and snow year-round, it possessed the most developed snow-covered vegetation system in the world, and even the variety of wild animals was extremely high.

The reason he knew this was because his teacher and senior brother Qin had gone there last year to collect a type of snow lotus, and they had told him some relevant information.

"The location is a bit far."

He shook his head and continued translating the notes.

About an hour later, Lin Ye endured a wave of dizziness and rubbed his temples.

Although his expression was somewhat pained, his demeanor was incredibly excited.

His gaze fell upon the translated manuscript:

[Type-II Potion -- Wind of the Millennium Star-Ear]

Formula Ingredients: 30g White Tin Powder, one Millennium Snow-White Fruit seed, three leaves, 10g Snowfield Meteorite Heart powder, 300g morning dew from a Snow White Fruit Tree.

Potion Effects:

1. Moderately enhances the user's overall physical fitness.

2. Gain the blessing of Millennium Wisdom: slightly increases memory and slightly increases affinity for plant alchemy.

3. Gain the blessing of the Star-Ear: slightly increases affinity for celestial alchemy.

4. Gain the favor of the Snowfield: you will not lose your way in the snowfield.

Perhaps because this was a Type-II potion formula, although the number of rune characters was not high, the mental drain was immense.

He would have to wait a few days before he could continue translating the specific preparation methods.

Looking at the manuscript in front of him, Lin Ye could not suppress the corners of his mouth from curling upward, but the lingering dizziness made his brows furrow tightly, making him look like a schizophrenic patient.

He put down his pen and rested for over half an hour before gradually recovering.

"Hoo—"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, he looked at the manuscript.

A Type-II potion! This was a Type-II potion formula!

And most importantly... alchemy!

There was actually alchemy in this world!

Was it some kind of magic? Or sorcery?

This was transcendence in the true sense! It went beyond mortal understanding!

Whether it was the qi sensation of martial arts, or those monsters from the Church and Flowing Shadow, they were all objectively existing things in a physical sense.

But alchemy was different! This was clearly something magical!

"Hoo—"

He took a few deep breaths to calm his excited mood, then his gaze fell back onto the Elementary Potionology Notes.

He flipped directly toward the back, not translating, just scanning through it roughly.

When he reached the end, a smile appeared on his face, as if he had let out a sigh of relief.

There were two more potion formulas, but the most important thing was the final page!

There were no sketched plant outlines; it was entirely text, and the format was different from the potion formulas!

Furthermore, the font was noticeably thicker, clearly added by someone after the notes had been completed!

Without hesitation, he began to translate immediately.

"If you can see this, then congratulations."

"You shall obtain the inheritance of the Miracle of Agony."

"Rejoice, mortal!"

"One of the greatest gates on the path of the alchemist shall open for you."

"Bang!"

Lin Ye's head slammed onto the computer desk, and he lost consciousness.

It was unknown how much time had passed when Lin Ye slowly woke up. Pale light shone in from outside the window; it was already morning.

"What happened..."

He murmured, his gaze sweeping across the desk, and he froze the moment he saw the notes.

He swallowed hard, only then recalling the extreme pain from that instant.

It felt as if a pair of giant hands had reached into his brain and were stirring it frantically, tearing his very soul apart.

"Snap!"

Closing the notebook, he panted slightly, his temples still throbbing with a dull ache.

"I was careless."

After calming down for a while, his gaze fell back onto the notebook.

"Miracle of Agony... isn't this the faith of the Rhein Church?"

"The Rhein Church, the Ancient Rhein Civilization, alchemists—what is the connection between them?"

After a long silence, he quietly put the notebook away.

Composing his mood, his eyes landed on the potion formula on the desk.

"All-around physical enhancement."

"In other words, all four attributes increase, and not by a small amount, but a moderate one."

If that were the case, even if each attribute only increased by 0.02, that would be a total boost of 0.08 across the four dimensions.

That was almost equivalent to a Potential Point! It was truly worthy of being a Type-II Potion!

Putting away the draft paper, he typed "Snowfield Meteorite Heart" into the computer's search bar.

Relevant information appeared quickly.

The so-called Snowfield Meteorite Heart was actually the core remaining after the outer contaminated layer of meteorites found in the Fulan Snowfield was ground away.

The price wasn't expensive, generally around one thousand per catty.

The only problem was that the Fulan Snowfield was a tourist hotspot, making it easy to buy fakes.

"But it doesn't seem easy to get to Tin Deer right now, does it? I wonder if I can get there with a tourist visa?"

"Teacher has been there before; I wonder if he has any ideas?"

As he thought about this, he suddenly remembered something and typed a few more things into the computer.

After a while, he nodded. The Snow White Fruit Tree only bore fruit in the summer, so he had to go before October at the latest.

"I'll find a time to ask Teacher."

Closing the computer, he looked out the window. The sky was already bright; summer mornings always arrived earlier.

He sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a mirror to look at himself. The crimson vertical line between his brows was still there, but it had faded until it was almost invisible.

Ignoring it, the image of the altar in the Dark Street from that night surfaced in his mind, along with... the shadow of the giant half-human spider in the thick fog.

"No rush, no rush."

"My current preparations are not enough."

That half-human spider was so massive; its strength probably wasn't inferior to that monster at the Church, right?

Although his strength was a cut above what it had been back then and he no longer feared the cat-type spider puppets, he was likely still not on the same level as that giant half-human spider.

However, there were so many cat-type spider puppets in that area of Flowing Shadow; there must be plenty of Spider Puppet Hearts! He absolutely could not let them go!

And most importantly, the 4 Potential Points granted after unlocking the [Past in the Darkness] achievement.

This stuff was too precious; he had almost risked his life to obtain it both previous times.

Looking at his palm, the experiences of these past few days surfaced in his mind, and a sense of oppression welled up in his heart.

He curled his fingers, clenching his palm lines into his fist, and closed his eyes slightly.

"I am still... too weak."

He muttered to himself. After a few seconds of silence, his eyes snapped open, a sharp glint flashing through them.

"Monument!"

"Add points for me!"

There was no need to wait any longer; he had basically received all the short-term gains from the head coach.

Furthermore, his experience points had already reached 90; he was only a step away from a breakthrough, so a few days wouldn't make a difference.

It was time to see the power of the Potential Points!

Instantly, on the black monument in the Desolate Land, the number after the Potential Points changed from "3" to "2".

The vanished Potential Point transformed into a speck of black light and surged into the ability column: [Soul Whale Fist "Level 1" (90/100)].

The text became blurry and emitted black mist, as if countless tiny snakes were slithering within it.

At the same time, a thick black mist surged from the Ouroboros mark on the back of Lin Ye's hand, spreading along his right arm and across his entire body.

The tension in his body reached an extreme, as if countless hemp ropes were constantly tightening and compressing him.

Fragments of memories of bitter training surfaced in his mind, and his qi-sensation instantly penetrated his fingertips, completing "Qi-Sensation Through Ten Fingers" in one go!

The next moment, the constricting sensation of the rope-like qi-sensation gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of suppleness.

It was as if the original hemp ropes had transformed into the sinews of some animal.