Translator: AnubisTL
Unlike the previous time Jieming directly immersed his soul in the Mortal Dust Qi, which had been an overwhelming, suffocating, and all-encompassing force, this time was different.
After each intense emotional experience, a warm, cool sensation would wash over him, like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake, soothing his mind and allowing his spirit to recover. The near-catastrophic extremes he had faced before no longer recurred.
He could clearly sense that the potion hadn't diminished the fundamental effect of the Mortal Dust Qi. In fact, amplified by the other ingredients, its effects seemed even stronger. Yet, it also skillfully segmented and buffered the originally relentless, suffocating torrent of emotions—a deep-sea flood of feelings.
This was the potion's core function: it allowed Jieming to fully experience the emotions of all living beings while preventing his mind's fatigue from reaching its limit, thus avoiding the risk of mental damage.
He felt as if he were wrapped in a perfectly fitted, transparent raincoat, personally enduring the raging storms outside while maintaining clarity and safety.
The potion's effects lasted for about half an hour. As the last wisp of emotional experience receded like a tide, Jieming let out another long sigh of relief.
He opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright.
Though still somewhat fatigued, it wasn't the near-exhausted weakness he'd felt last time. Instead, it felt more like the natural depletion after a long and profound emotional journey.
"Excellent! Truly excellent!" Jieming couldn't help but praise aloud.
The final results were indeed outstanding!
Not only had the mental power purification effect remained unchanged, but the mental fatigue had also been significantly reduced.
Jieming recalled that when he'd previously used a mere wisp of Mortal Dust Qi alone, it had pushed his mental fatigue to its absolute limit, requiring over a month to fully recover.
Now, the amount of Mortal Dust Qi in this entire potion—far greater than that single wisp that had once directly saturated his soul—had yielded even better results.
The soul purification effect remained undiminished, and his mental fatigue never reached its limit.
More importantly, he estimated that the recovery time for this mental fatigue would be drastically shortened.
Roughly calculating, he figured he'd only need another half a month before he could use the next potion.
This meant that by using the magic potion, one could perform Soul Cleansing and mental power purification more frequently in a shorter period!
"This is... the perfect product!" Jieming murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Furthermore, because the potion's refining method was solely designed to amplify and moderate the Mortal Dust Qi, it retained the Qi's inherent properties.
The Mortal Dust Qi itself produced exponentially increasing effects as the user's capacity to bear it grew.
Even immortals could be cast down to the mortal realm if they accidentally came into contact with excessive amounts of Mortal Dust Qi.
The Great Dao Library Pavilion contained numerous such examples.
This implied that regardless of the user's strength, as long as they could withstand it and add sufficient Mortal Dust Qi to the potion, the potion would effectively enhance their soul purity.
Unlike some low-tier potions, its effectiveness wouldn't diminish as the user's power increased.
Even more terrifying was that as long as the Mortal Dust Qi functioned correctly, the mental power purity enhanced by it would increase proportionally to the user's overall capacity!
If Eastern Purple Qi enhanced aptitude by a fixed amount, Mortal Dust Qi enhanced it by a percentage based on the user's existing capabilities.
For high-rank wizards, this percentage-based enhancement was far more valuable than a fixed numerical increase.
As for the potion's effects... While there was still some risk involved in using it, this minor risk was negligible compared to its ability to purify the soul and mental power.
Indeed, according to the wizard world's principle of Equivalent Exchange, if a potion offered such remarkable benefits without any risk, wizards might even suspect it had hidden flaws.
Most importantly, the raw materials for this potion were not as scarce as those for Eastern Purple Qi; in fact, they were relatively easy to obtain.
Jieming gazed at the empty potion bottle in his hand, a smile of unprecedented satisfaction spreading across his face.
"This confirms the new product..."
Having confirmed the potion's efficacy, Jieming pondered briefly before deciding that, from now on, the Red Dust Magic Potion would primarily be marketed to high-rank wizards—or rather, sixth-tier wizards.
As wizards ascended through the tiers, the gap between them widened.
Even if Jieming drained all his current Mortal Dust Qi, it likely wouldn't be enough to affect a seventh-tier wizard.
Focusing on fifth-tier wizards would save on materials, but the profit margin would be too small.
Sixth-tier wizards offered the best "cost-effectiveness."
Jieming's Golden Garden could barely produce the amount of Mortal Dust Qi they required.
Moreover, wizards at this level had usually amassed substantial wealth from building their wizard towers.
While normal goods wouldn't impress them, Jieming was confident in the Red Dust Magic Potion's effects and absolutely planned to fleece them!
As for the potion's first buyer...
"Mentor Clark... As a Fate Alchemy Wizard, you must have accumulated a mountain of merit points, right? Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..." Remembering his mentor, Jieming couldn't help but feel a surge of filial piety.
Without delay, Jieming immediately contacted Mentor Clark via the magic net terminal.
Upon reviewing the potion's test report and effect description, Clark couldn't help but frown.
Not because it was too poor, but because it was too good.
The ability to refine the souls and mental power of sixth-tier wizards proportionally, regardless of their strength level, with the only costs being temporary pain during use and less than a month of mental fatigue afterward...
This...
If this were true, how would the magic potions in the wizard world that rely on draining life force to enhance mental power ever compete?
Given Clark's experience, a report like this was 99.9% likely a scam designed to rip people off.
If the report hadn't come from his own student, he might not have bothered reading it at all.
But considering it was his student...
Clark pondered for a moment before quickly sending a spatial coordinate to Jieming.
Moments later, Jieming materialized inside Mentor Clark's wizard tower.
The tower offered far greater privacy than the academy office. As soon as Jieming arrived, he saw his mentor seated in a large armchair, idly playing with an unknown alchemical device.
"Are you certain that report of yours is genuine?" Mentor Clark glanced at Jieming, his tone calm. "If it's just false advertising to secure funding, even as my student, you'll have to pay me for the time I've wasted consulting with you..."
"Don't worry, Mentor. I've brought the finished product."
Jieming withdrew a delicate glass test tube from his pocket, containing the potion that shimmered with seven colors and carried a faint scent of fireworks. He gently placed it on the table before his mentor.
"Mentor, this is a magic potion I've recently developed called the 'Red Dust Magic Potion.' As the research materials indicated, it has an excellent effect on enhancing soul purity. I hope you'll try it."
Mentor Clark raised an eyebrow, accepted the vial, and examined it closely. With his vast experience, he could immediately sense the potion's extraordinary nature. The energies within were complex yet balanced, carrying an indescribable aura of "life"—as if it contained the condensed joys and sorrows of countless beings. This unique aura piqued his curiosity.
Without further ado, he uncorked the vial and drank its contents in one gulp.
The potion tasted faintly of a hundred flowers, but almost immediately, a massive and multifaceted stream of information surged into the depths of Mentor Clark's soul. Even for a sixth-tier wizard like him, with his powerful soul tempered by countless Planar Wars, his body trembled involuntarily.
In an instant, Mentor Clark "saw" the birth, aging, illness, death, love, hate, and all the complex emotions of countless mortals. The deep resonance from his soul briefly lost him in the vast, chaotic world of humanity.
Mentor Clark closed his eyes, allowing the potion's power to flow through his soul.
He experienced the humility and grandeur of mortals, feeling their pain and joy.
When the potion's effects completely dissipated, Mentor Clark slowly opened his eyes. His profound gaze held a trace of ineffable awe.
His soul, at that moment, felt as if it had been thoroughly cleansed, becoming purer and more transparent.
His control over the elements, his understanding of laws, and even the fine manipulation of his mental power had all improved significantly!
Such progress was exceedingly rare for a wizard of his rank.
Every minor advancement usually required vast amounts of time and resources.
Yet this single potion had achieved in mere minutes what decades of meditation might have accomplished!
But for a high-rank wizard like Clark, the increase in power alone wasn't the source of his astonishment.
What truly shook Mentor Clark's soul was the experience he had gained while using the potion.
It was an experience of the utmost intensity, reigniting a spark of wonder in the heart of a high-rank wizard who had lived for centuries, grown increasingly detached from worldly matters.
"This..." Mentor Clark stared at Jieming, his eyes shining with disbelief. "Is this the magic potion you developed?!"
Jieming replied calmly, "Yes."
Mentor Clark took a deep breath, steadying his inner turmoil.
He knew the value of this potion.
For any high-rank wizard, enhancing soul purity was as significant as a leap in innate talent.
Moreover, the soul-purifying effect wasn't merely a standalone benefit.
If one were to push their soul and mental power to their limits through other methods, and then consume this potion, wouldn't it completely eliminate the side effects of those methods?
Even the emotional experiences Jieming considered a "price" held considerable appeal for wizards who had lived for too long.
"Jieming, this magic potion... how do you plan to price it?" Mentor Clark's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor of excitement.
(End of the Chapter)
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