C12 Perfect Level Medicine!

[Ding! Congratulations, you have successfully crafted your first black iron level potion and earned the Black Iron Level Cultivator Achievement. Would you like to claim it?]

"Claim it!"

After several attempts, Symas had become quite adept at the process.

[Achievement: Black Iron 1-Star Cultivator

Benefit: Gain a luck value bonus from the black iron level potion!]

[Skill: Black Iron Level Ten Thousand Beast Body, Black Iron Level Authentication]

[Supplementary Skill: Soul Refining (Spiritual Cultivation Method)]

[Ten Thousand Beast Body: Can intimidate black iron level pets!]

[Authentication Technique: Capable of identifying black iron level pets, materials, and all items.]

Following that.

Symas's mind was flooded with information. He was particularly curious about how the luck value bonus from the black iron level potion would manifest.

This time, the achievement had also unlocked new skills, with the authentication technique sparking his excitement.

Armed with this technique, he could swiftly advance to a black iron level six-star cultivator.

He had been stalled at the black iron level three-star stage because much of the information on four-star and higher black iron level pets and materials was controlled by the powerful families within the Trintis Dukedom.

Acquiring this information from them came at a prohibitive cost.

Even on the black market, the cultivators' materials and information were scarce and dominated by these influential families.

With the authentication technique, his concerns about accessing the illustrated manuals simply vanished.

Yet, what truly captivated Symas was the Soul Refining Technique.

The attribute panel even noted it as a mental cultivation method.

Mental cultivation techniques.

In his past life.

He had learned of such esoteric mental techniques at Farhaven University, which appeared to be crucial for advancing to an overlord level beast tamer.

Indeed, bonding with an overlord level battle pet would place an immense strain on one's soul.

To ascend to an overlord level beast tamer, one's soul strength must reach a certain threshold to bear the weight of an overlord level battle pet.

But the knowledge of these mental techniques was closely guarded by the elite clans!

Even in his previous life, while scouring the Beast Tamer University's library, he could only glean snippets about the soul from the memoirs of master beast tamers.

The Soul Refining Technique was a method of mental cultivation, and it might very well be the only one of its kind on Orithyia.

Possessing this technique,

Symas was poised to embark on the path of an Overlord-level beast tamer, ensuring a smooth journey ahead.

All of this transpired in the blink of an eye.

Outside, in the examination room, Corey intently examined the tempering potion on the black stone table, detecting something unusual.

The potion Symas had concocted was several times more potent than the average potion.

"This is..."

Corey approached the table and picked up the potion.

"Indeed, it's a perfect-level potion."

"Even though it's a Black Iron 1-star potion, its efficacy rivals that of some 3-star potions!"

"Creating a perfect-level potion is a rare feat, requiring peak precision during each fusion step of the potion-making process."

Even with his ability to probe with the power of the divine soul, Corey couldn't discern the subtlest nuances of the potion's fusion.

Going all out, a Black Iron-level potion had a decent chance of success, but the effort was mentally draining and hardly justified.

"Well done."

Corey offered his commendation.

The potion crafted by the examinee during the assessment was the examinee's to keep.

Next,

Symas moved on to the second challenge area, where two thirty-meter-long black tables displayed a hundred varieties of pet materials.

Even without the authentication technique, with his past life's knowledge as a three-star cultivator, identifying the hundred pet materials was no challenge.

Nearly half of these materials had been sourced from the Level D relics within the Kobold Mountain Range, under the jurisdiction of Littlewell Base City.

Without hesitation, Symas annotated each material. Beneath each, a small screen displayed ten material options, revealing one of the choices.

Examinees had to select from these ten options. A random guess meant only a one in ten chance of being correct.

And there was a second layer of choice: the characteristics of the pet materials. A single error in characteristics meant the entire effort was in vain.

Watching from the sidelines, Corey's expectations for Symas grew.

Having witnessed Symas's adept creation of a perfect-level 1-star tempering potion, he was certain of Symas's dedication and skill—an undeniable master of his craft.

When Corey considered that Symas was merely sixteen years old, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Even if Symas didn't pass the assessment this time, Corey was confident he would succeed within the next year or two. Achieving such a feat at such a young age was indeed extraordinary. It wasn't just about hard work; talent was the key factor. Refining potions demanded complete concentration and placed a significant strain on the soul.

"Hmm?"

"That was quick."

Before his eyes, Symas had just reached the second stage of the pet ingredient identification test. With just a brief glance, he swiftly approached the first table. His pale fingers danced over the touchscreen with no hesitation—averaging two seconds per item.

In just one minute, he had identified forty ingredients.

On the display screen before the examiner, Symas's assessment showed a 100% accuracy rate.

Two minutes passed.

He had correctly identified every single one, with not a single characteristic out of place. Among them were pet materials of both two-star and three-star grades, including some specialties from a pet relic in another base city.

There were two types that even Corey had previously been unaware of, requiring him to research them through the association's internal network. Symas had answered correctly on those as well, showing no signs of guesswork.

Once Corey verified the results, Symas wasted no time in selecting three types of pet materials from the hundred available. The potion he would craft from these was one he could use himself.

And Symas had his eye on three-star materials—the most valuable of the lot.

The final challenge also allowed for three attempts, and he aimed to concoct a two-star fire spirit potion. The two-star fire spirit grass resembled Dog Tail Grass but was red and about twenty centimeters long. The two-star cold jade liquid was a neutralizing agent needed in many potions and was in high demand. Lastly, the two-star topaz bean, the size of a thumb and resembling pure topaz, was actually the fruit of a black iron level topaz tree. A single topaz tree yielded only thirty to fifty such fruits a year.

In the potion refining vessel, Symas worked with his usual expertise, smoothly pouring in the cold jade liquid. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he then added the fire spirit grass waiting nearby. The two ingredients neutralized each other, and the potency of the medicine began to evaporate.

Next, he introduced topaz into the blend.

Moments later, the concoction within the vessel took on the appearance of dark, lustrous red glass.

"Success! A two-star fire spirit potion," Symas exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his eyes. The process had gone more smoothly than he anticipated, far easier than his initial attempt at potion-making. His sensitivity to the medicinal properties had improved manifold.

Upon completing the potion, Symas sensed an enigmatic power infusing the mixture, amplifying its medicinal strength exponentially.

"Could this be the Luck Attribute bonus from reaching the black iron tier?" Symas pondered, settling on this explanation as the most plausible.

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