The heavy wooden door of the public laboratory for Magic Potion slowly closed behind him, sealing off the noise of the outside world.

The spacious room was filled with the scent of dry herbs, mineral dust, and a faint hint of aged parchment.

Sunlight streamed through tall arched windows, casting beams of light onto the smooth quartz workbench, illuminating the motes of dust suspended in the air.

Jeming took a deep breath, allowing the lab's unique tranquility to calm his mind.

In front of him, cauldrons, flasks, condensers, various beakers, and grinding tools were arranged in perfect order, like a silent army awaiting command.

Today's goal was to refine a "Concentration Potion," which briefly enhances mental focus, considered relatively high tier for an Apprentice, though its ingredients weren't particularly complex.

He approached the materials shelf, his gaze falling on the necessary items: a bundle of Glowing Grass exuding a fresh aura, several fragments of Moon Silver Ore with starlike silver spots, a small bottle of viscous Luminous Moss Extract, and several dried Flame Flower Petals with vein patterns like flames.

Jeming donned gloves as thin as cicada wings, a specially designed Magic Potion tool that not only protected against the corrosive effects of materials but also allowed his fingertips to sensitively feel the "pulse" of the ingredients.

He picked up the Glowing Grass, not merely cutting it but gently placing his fingertips on the stem.

A faint, cool touch transmitted through his fingertips.

He closed his eyes, activating the Deciphering Skill, and immersed his mind into the task, as if seeing the moonlight-like cool energy flowing within the leaves, along with several nodes of tiny impurities.

"The activity is acceptable, but there are too many impurities at the root."

Jeming took a small silver knife inlaid with pure crystal.

His movements were gentle and precise, guiding the tip along specific energy veins.

After removing the impure parts, he placed the processed leaves into a warm white jade mortar.

The grinding required not brute force but rather an infusion of Spiritual Power with a unique rhythm, each press expertly releasing the essence of the leaves without damaging their core energy structure.

Soon, the leaves turned into a pool of faintly glowing green liquid.

Processing the Moon Silver Ore fragments required patience.

Jeming placed them in a grinder etched with intricate Runes along its inner wall.

Activating the internal grinding beads, the low hum accompanied the disintegration of the hard ore under the resonance of Magic Power into fine, starry silver powder.

Throughout the process, he used Alchemy to "scan" the uniformity of the powder, ensuring each particle was nearly identical.

Having completed all preparatory steps, he finally reached the core stage of creating the Magic Potion.

Jeming lit the constant-temperature Magic Cauldron in the center of the workbench, with bluish flames silently burning at its base.

He slowly poured the prepared Glowing Grass liquid into the preheated cauldron, the liquid sizzled upon contact with the heat, and a cool mist rose.

He remained utterly focused, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

On an open book, complex formulas and proportions were clearly annotated.

He picked up a crystal pipette, precise to micro-gradations, cautiously extracting the stipulated amount of Luminous Moss Extract.

One drop, two drops...

The viscous liquid dripped into the green liquid but did not merge instantly; instead, it spread like ink in water, the edges seeming to writhe in a fluorescent glow.

"The energy conflict has begun..." Knowledge from the book flashed in Jeming's mind as he unhesitatingly added the Moon Silver powder to the cauldron.

The moment the powder contacted the liquid surface, it was like a spark hitting a tinder!

The liquid within the cauldron suddenly became unstable, with the green and fluorescent hues violently repelling each other, with even tiny silver electric sparks spurring from the center, making a low crackling sound.

A scent of metallic tang and decaying vegetation filled the air.

This was the critical moment!

Jeming resolutely unleashed his Spiritual Power, the Deciphering Skill scattering like an invisible, intricate web, instantly blanketing the entire cauldron.

His consciousness delved deeper than merely observing the boiling and color change on the surface. It ventured into the microscopic realm, "sensing" how those raging energy particles collided, fused, and extinguished.

In his Spiritual Power vision, it was like a miniature cosmic storm raging inside the cauldron. The energy from the Glowing Grass attempted to calm the agitation of the Luminous Moss, while the metallic energy from the Moon Silver acted as a Catalyst, forcefully building a bridge between them, sparking even stronger reactions.

His task was to precisely control the timing and intensity of the Moon Silver's energy influence; a small mistake would upset the balance.

Jeming held his breath, his fingertips gathering a trace of Spiritual Power, ready to adjust the flame's temperature or introduce neutralizing elements, his entire focus locked onto that boiling microcosm.

The storm gradually subsided; the green, fluorescent, and silver lights began to fuse, forming a deep indigo liquid seemingly containing the cosmos.

Yet, just as Jeming was about to add the final ingredient—Flame Flower Petal powder—his Spiritual Power detected an extremely minute energy fluctuation, stemming from an unsmashed crystal within the Moon Silver powder. Under continuous high heat, it unexpectedly mutated!

"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in his mind, but it was too late to retract his finger's motion.

The powder from the Flame Petals, imbued with searing energy, fell into the indigo potion.

Fwoosh—BOOM!

Like lighting a fuse, the liquid instantly turned from indigo to a glaring bright purple, expanding explosively while emitting a piercing shriek!

A stench of sulfur and burnt feathers erupted violently; reacting swiftly, Jeming ducked behind a specially designed protective crystal panel.

Bang!

A dull sound resonated as the cauldron's lid was blown off by the violent airflow, the scalding viscous purple waste splattering across the protective panel and the crystal tabletop, sizzling and emitting foul white smoke.

A few droplets splashed onto Jeming's arm, instantly perforating tiny holes in his Alchemy gloves.

His face was also smudged with sooty gray-black dust, rendering him rather disheveled.

The lab was in complete disarray, the acrid odor lingering long after.

Unfazed by the mess, Jeming rushed to the workbench post-explosion, using specially crafted anti-corrosion tweezers to cautiously collect some evaporated waste remnants and bizarre crystals formed following the explosion.

He pulled out a thick laboratory notebook, meticulously using Alchemy and the Deciphering Skill to examine these crystals while an automatic quill hovered in mid-air, swiftly dancing across the pages:

"17th Concentration Potion Refinement Record:

Failure phase: Final fusion stage (after adding Flame Petals).

Phenomenon: Potion instantly turned from indigo to bright purple, violently boiling and expanding, accompanied by a pungent sulfur smell and minor explosion (energy overload-type furnace explosion).

Mental observation key point: 0.3 seconds before adding Flame Petals, an anomalous energy spike detected in Moon Silver powder, marked as area G7 (presumed micro-crystal core not fully pulverized, activated by Flame Energy).

This spike engaged in a severe chain reaction with the Flame Petals' solar attribute, greatly exceeding formula design thresholds…"

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