Talking Money Hurts Feelings

"Desert-Skinned Frog, eighty-six species!"

"Mm, let me check. This is a Cloud Frog, quite rare. You can transform into this too? That makes eighty-seven species!"

"Any more? No, just eighty-seven. Didn't break a hundred. According to what your teacher said, your Transformation Spell has barely reached its peak. I'll tell him next time I see him."

Jili looked at the snowy-white frog on the ground and spoke without so much as a blush or a racing heartbeat, but the delight in her eyes when she looked at Li Ziran was impossible to hide.

Too incredible!

He had only been gone for a little over half a year, yet the number of frogs he had mastered had risen from eighty-three to eighty-seven—four more species.

Don't underestimate those four species. Having tested Li Ziran over the past few years, she had gained some understanding of the Transformation Spell.

Beyond requiring a fixed magic array, the Transformation Spell demanded an absolute understanding of a frog's habits, skin structure, internal organs, and state of soul. Even that was secondary. The soul of the Transformation Spell lay in the intricate, ever-changing Tadpole Script. To transform into more kinds of frogs, one had to constantly alter the Tadpole Script within the array. Only through endless exploration and experimentation—finding the positions, sequences, and continuity of different Tadpole Scripts in the array—could one possibly master a new frog.

With a teacher's guidance at the beginning, it might be easy enough. But the further one progressed, constrained by the scarcity of materials and the vastness of the Tadpole Script, relying on one's own exploration became harder than ascending to heaven.

Even Li Ziran's teacher, Watt, could only transform into thirteen kinds of frogs. He had long since lost the patience to study those strange and bizarre Tadpole Scripts.

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