"Inference: 1. Silver Moon processing needs to be more thorough, add a high-frequency magic power resonance crushing step (duration +15 seconds, intensity increased by one level).

2. The timing of adding Flame Petals could be delayed by 0.5 seconds, waiting for Silver Moon Energy to fully stabilize.

3. Consider introducing a trace amount of 'Ice Breath Moss' powder as a buffer to neutralize sudden energy peak values? To be verified.

Residue analysis: Detected abnormally high concentrations of 'Erosion Energy Sulfur' and 'Magic Silver Coking Agents', confirming that the core of the energy conflict is the uncontrolled coupling between Gold Attribute mutation and Fire Attribute..."

Jeming stared at this crystal, his expression growing increasingly excited, and the speed of the feather pen taking notes also quickened.

Although his appearance was quite disheveled, the gleam of excitement in his eyes represented the purest desire and conquest for the unknown mysteries from a wizard.

This time, having thoroughly documented the magic potion refining insights, cleaned up the mess, and repaired the corrosive marks on the protective board, Jeming felt his eyes burning hot.

"Senior..."

A slightly timid voice came from beside him, finally pulling Jeming's attention away from the remnants of the failed potion.

"Hmm?"

Turning his head, he saw several young apprentices with Magic Potion insignias standing awkwardly to the side.

Seeing Jeming's attention shift over, the leading apprentice swallowed hard before mustering the courage to say, "Um... the professor said we need to do practical exercises next and use this operation room..."

Throughout this process, other apprentices kept glancing between Jeming and the pile of potions on the table beside him.

Jeming could clearly feel the uncontrollable envy and amazement in their eyes.

This was quite normal, as the potions he produced were exceptionally valuable at the wizard apprentice stage, and many were even effective for First Level Wizards.

But compared to this matter, Jeming was more concerned about another issue.

"Huh? Aren't you supposed to have your next class in five days?" He looked puzzled.

The apprentices exchanged glances: "Well... we did say that five days ago..."

"Ah?"

Jeming was stunned, and with the precise biological clock brought by his vast spiritual power, he immediately realized—he had indeed been here for five days.

Originally, he just came to ask the Magic Potion professor a few questions and thought he'd try his hand a bit before leaving. Who would have thought that so much time had already passed?

It just so happened that it was the start of a new semester for apprentices, and the Wizard of Magic Potions began to teach the basics anew, so Jeming tagged along for class.

As it turned out, the academy's Wizards of Magic Potions were quite skilled, and even learning basic knowledge made Jeming feel he benefited greatly.

Looking at the table full of potion samples he experimented with over the past few days, Jeming at this moment had a bit of a "lost track of time" feeling.

By now, at his stage, not eating, drinking, or sleeping for days doesn't really matter.

As long as his spirit can endure, he can basically keep researching continuously.

Thinking this, Jeming realized the scarcity of spiritual power within his body.

Feeling a throbbing pain in his brain, Jeming understood. After all, five continuous days of intense focus naturally led to this situation.

"No wonder the failure rate of these last few potion refinements was so high..."

Shaking his head, Jeming nodded to the apprentices: "I see... Thanks for reminding me."

He rubbed his brow, casually slipped the notebook into his pocket, and pushed open the door to the Magic Potion operation room.

"Senior! You forgot your potions!"

"No need, those are yours now. Consider it compensation for occupying the operation room during this time."

Ignoring the jubilant new Magic Potion apprentices behind him, Jeming looked dazed as he watched the hurried apprentices rushing through the hallway, taking steps to leave.

Just as he exited the Magic Potion building, intending to head to his lab for a bit of rest, he spotted a familiar figure on the way.

"Jeming?!" Amy's voice was full of surprise, holding a box of gold, clearly planning to go to the Alchemy classroom, "Why are you coming out of here? Did you blow up the crucible inside?"

She jokingly widened her eyes, pointing to a window of the Magic Potion building emitting black smoke.

"Though the last refining failed, it wasn't such a big mistake."

Jeming smiled tiredly, not explaining much: "I'm preparing to build a third witchcraft model, so I came to Magic Potion for some learning."

"Now?" Amy tilted her head, then nodded in agreement, "Now is indeed a good time, and you can attend classes with the newcomers."

"Speaking of which, you are starting to look more and more like Professor Clark."

Sensing Jeming's fatigue, she didn't continue the conversation. Instead, she checked her wrist time, her face changing: "Oh dear, I must hurry and hand in the task. Professor Clark must be getting impatient. Do you want to come and help me by being a 'stand-in' for a few days when you have time? It's quite interesting!"

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Now it was Jeming's turn to tilt his head in confusion: "Do you need a stand-in during class?"

"Yes, of course! Remember the accident during our first Alchemy class?"

Amy winked at him, then pulled out a silvery white metal from under the box of gold.

"...Whoa! That was a stand-in too?!" The distant memory came rushing back, leaving Jeming wide-eyed in shock.

"Yeah! Professor Clark said only real examples could leave a strong impression on the new apprentices!" With that, Amy waved at him, hoisted the large box of gold, and darted away.

"I won't chat, it's time, I need to go experiment first."

Jeming blinked his eyes, and his planned departure was halted.

Although his brain still throbbed a bit, the desire to watch the excitement made him stay put.

He didn't have to wait long, and soon he saw from the Alchemy building's entrance two silvery white puppets dragging a lifeless Amy toward him.

At this moment, Amy seemed to have just gone through a huge explosion, embedded with silvery white metal in both her body and face, making her appear exceptionally eerie.

However, when she was dragged past Jeming, Amy suddenly opened her eyes and mischievously winked at him before quickly closing them again, dedicatedly continuing to play dead.

"...Tsk, the city's tricks are deep, nothing but actors!"

Shaking himself off, Jeming rubbed his face, wobbled, and headed toward his lab.

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