Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems-Chapter 241: Mana 600, Magic Pressure 700!

After killing Sephilin, Locke seized the astral ring from her hand. At the same time, Locke looked at Sephilin, who had turned into a pile of charcoal. "Finally killed this black wizard."
"I suppose this counts as having killed a wizard seed of Blood Curse Court."
"Blood Curse Court will probably issue the most severe assassination order against me next. But it doesn't matter. After finishing this operation, I'll be able to win the competition contract and obtain large quantities of magical resources. I can begin the preparations and accumulation needed to break through to formal wizard."
In the short term, he didn't need to leave Lilith's Cottage at all. The next time he left Lilith's Cottage headquarters, it would probably be after becoming a First Circle wizard.
Locke turned around and flew into midair, drinking a bottle of Spirit Spring Soul Surge Potion. Only by relying on the physical enhancement brought by his ancient creature bloodline could he take this kind of potion four times in a short period.
Otherwise, not even considering the potion's toxicity, just the heart crystallization effect brought by this kind of potion could very likely cause cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease, leading to a wizard's instant death.
After all, even though wizards could replace some of their body's organs, if problems occurred instantly during battle without time to resolve them, death would still occur.
Locke looked toward the resource vault. Because the defensive magic array within the research institute had completely lost its function, the magical lock on the resource vault had also lost its effect due to the loss of central curse energy supply. The resource vault's door had simply opened like this.
Locke entered the resource vault and discovered that inside this dark, massive warehouse, there were indeed large quantities of rare resources everywhere.
Locke didn't have time to pick and choose. Using Green Grasp, he manipulated dozens of magical vines, grabbing a bit of everything and placing them into his astral ring.
Because the astral ring's space was limited, he could only pick a bit of each item, especially selecting those types of magical resources that could increase mental power, as well as resources helpful for breaking through to formal wizard.
He was like a wolf among sheep, frantically transporting resources.
At the same time, Locke saw a mineral well stored in this resource vault. He flew over and looked down, only to see that the magical lock on the well's surface had automatically opened due to loss of energy support, revealing large quantities of liquid stored deep inside the well.
"This is, Tartarus Cave Worm Spinal Fluid, to think there could be this much." Locke realized, "A large portion of this might be resources that Rashid Tariel needs to use. The reason this spinal fluid is precious is that it's a necessity even for formal wizards. How could ordinary first-class wizard apprentices possibly obtain large quantities of spinal fluid?"
"If there's this much, even my astral ring can't hold it all."
Locke felt his head hurt. He quickly threw out all the junk he had previously stored in his astral ring in one go, clearing out some space. Then, using glass jars from inside the resource vault, he continuously filled them with Tartarus Cave Worm Spinal Fluid from the well warehouse and placed them in his astral ring.
After filling twenty large jars, Locke saw that he really couldn't fit any more. He thought for a moment, then directly removed his outer clothing and stood at the mouth of the well warehouse, jumping down headfirst.
If Locke couldn't fit it all, he would jump down and enjoy it first.
Then he would find Witch Sophia and share this spinal fluid with her. Finally, he would find Albert, Andy, and the others to come over and share the remaining Tartarus Cave Worm Spinal Fluid.
Locke dove down, curling up beneath the spinal fluid, gulping down this spinal fluid in large mouthfuls. Waves of heat surged from his internal organs into his skin and bones, rushing into his soul.
Both his eyes filled with blue arcane radiance.
Locke entered a meditative state. His body began once again to remotely sense the incomparably distant Natural Plane. This time, the illusion before his eyes changed, and he drew even closer to that magnificent World Tree.
His palm touched the bark of the World Tree.
Then, the World Tree seemed to engage in dialogue with him.
'You have come, Three-Eye.'
The next moment, appearing before the World Tree was no longer the image of a wizard, but rather a Three-Eyed Tiger Cat.
On the forehead of this Three-Eyed Tiger Cat appeared a mysterious Ogham tree script forming the character for 'King.'
'It seems time has passed for a very, very long time, so long that your duty seems to have been forgotten, Three-Eye. The Natural Plane needs you, needs you mythical creatures.'
'The Natural Plane will once again bestow upon you the responsibility of guardianship. You will once again obtain the qualification of...'
'Wait, your power still seems insufficient. Now is still not the time. Mature as quickly as possible, Three-Eye.'
'You are the last surviving Three-Eye...'
In reality, amid the special resonance formed by Locke's ancient creature bloodline, the Natural Plane advanced meditation method, and Tartarus spinal fluid, his mana continued to boil and rapidly advance.
About half an hour later, Locke surfaced. He used Plant Mimicry: Bird of Prey to fly out, simultaneously closing his natural magic eye on his forehead and deactivating his bloodline's activated state.
"What's going on? The ancient creature bloodline actually has some kind of connection with the Natural Plane and has undergone a change I don't understand."
Locke flew in the midair of the resource vault, his eyes flickering slightly. "The foundation of Plant-type wizards is basically the Natural Plane advanced meditation method. But they rarely have ancient creature bloodlines."
"To revive ancient creature bloodlines with relatively high positioning accuracy without using archaeological methods is almost impossible. But relying solely on archaeologists is also useless, one also needs a certain level of research in potion studies."
"Moreover, it seems not just any ordinary ancient creature can undergo this kind of mutation. The Three-Eyed Tiger Cat is a special type of ancient creature."
Locke revealed a bitter smile. "My luck is too good. I casually chose an ancient creature bloodline field to research and actually ended up with this kind of situation."
"Guardianship? Duty? What is that? It seems I must become a First Circle wizard before this responsibility of guardianship will be given to me."
"Could it be that ancient magical creatures are even more complex than I thought?"
Locke glanced at the well warehouse and scattered a handful of Wiregrass Bull Sinew seeds, using plant magic to seal this warehouse entrance.
"Never mind, I'll go out and find Teacher Sophia and Albert first. On Albert's side, there's still Hussein and Maurice, so he might not necessarily have the advantage. My magic pressure just increased all at once to 600 after that mutation just now. Adding the black magic pressure amplification from Black Chain Sword Bamboo, my current magic pressure is 700."
Locke's eyes flickered slightly. "Albert's magic pressure is 800, so as long as my total magic pressure doesn't exceed 800, the magic pressure within Black Chain Sword Bamboo can still provide me with external amplification."
"With my current mana level, I can barely catch up to that batch of top-tier first-class wizard apprentices in the academy."