From Wizard Apprentice to Conqueror of Myriad Worlds

Chapter 357 - 49: Extreme Potential Development Knowledge Blessing 1 Mo Ning Formula


Chapter 357: Chapter 49: Extreme Potential Development, Knowledge Blessing, 1 Mo Ning Formula

Just then.

The Apprentice’s Magic Ring suddenly radiated faint wisps of warmth.

The reward for that battle in the cafeteria had finally arrived. Unsurprisingly, the mission evaluation was the third-tier "Excellent."

For the vast majority of Arbiters, that single line of evaluation was enough to make their hands tremble with excitement.

But Mo Ning had received the fifth-tier "Record-Breaking" evaluation more than once, so he didn’t feel even the slightest ripple of emotion.

As for the specific rewards that followed—1,000 Black Tower Points, two high-quality Magic Potions, and a very practical, high-value Witchcraft Item—he merely glanced over them impassively.

They were good things, of course, but they hardly excited him anymore.

Mo Ning glanced up at the Pen of Contemplation, his expression instantly shifting to excitement. "Flower, get me some more paper. I’m going to write a paper!"

"Understood!"

Flower’s response had never been so enthusiastic.

Meanwhile, the Pen of Contemplation, which had been lying lazily on the desk, shot upright with a SWISH, looking eager and ready.

Mo Ning smiled faintly and directed the Ink Tube Pen to write a weighty title at the top of the paper:

"On the Important and Innovative Optimization of the Thunder Blade Technique—A New Formula for a Feiyue-like Advancement in Enhancing Magic Power Efficiency and Reducing Magic Consumption."

The title contained three key phrases: "Important Innovation," "New Formula," and "Feiyue-like Advancement."

In a paper at the Apprentice level, each of those key phrases could be considered a bombshell.

Especially the second key phrase, "New Formula"—the weight of those two words was enough to make any expert’s eyelids twitch.

It was no exaggeration to say that even a true Wizard, upon seeing those two words, would leap right out of their chair.

Secret Divination and Divination had developed for over thirty millennia, and aside from its most cutting-edge areas, the entire system was already highly refined.

It was an incredibly difficult feat for even an Official Wizard to create a new formula, let alone an Apprentice.

With another thought from Mo Ning, the Map Drawing Pen joined the battlefield. He then cast the Inkjet Magic Pen Skill, and a third pen appeared, beginning a frenzied yet orderly performance.

Ever since using this trick while developing the drones, his control had become increasingly masterful. The coordination of the three pens was almost perfectly fluid.

Only, from deep within the shaft of the Pen of Contemplation, a faint and almost imperceptible trace of displeasure emanated.

But it was helpless. It could only write more furiously than the other two pens, as if to declare, ’I am the most important pen here.’

The brainstorm lasted a mere ten minutes.

When the final, heavy stroke fell, a paper over a hundred pages thick was already stacked neatly on the wooden table in front of Mo Ning.

Flower’s invisible hands descended, and the pages automatically aligned and bound themselves, the movements fluid and graceful.

As she organized the paper, she couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, "Mr. Mo Ning, your efficiency in writing papers can only be described as ’insane’!"

She was not exaggerating in the slightest.

A paper was not a rough draft. Even those high-and-mighty Official Wizards would often weigh every single word and phrase when writing one.

But this quiet youth before her was different. From start to finish, there was only the furious, storm-like scribbling, as if the entire paper had already been perfectly etched into his mind and he was merely "copying" it out.

And yet, the paper’s logic was terrifyingly rigorous. The deduction process flowed from one step to the next, smooth and precise, leaving not a single flaw to be found.

Mo Ning just smiled faintly and instructed, "Please submit it to the Witch Spirit for me."

"Right away!"

Flower’s tone lifted, the end of her words carrying a melodious hint of joy.

Soon.

The will of the Witch Spirit descended upon the Cabin in the Woods from afar.

Flower deliberately added a reminder, "It has been a full seven years since Black Tower Academy has produced a new formula of major significance. This formula is an honor for the Academy."

The Academy boasted three Third Level Wizards and over two hundred Second Level Wizards, each tirelessly delving into their own fields of research. For no new formula to have emerged in all these years just showed how immense the difficulty was.

The Witch Spirit’s mechanical voice wavered, a rare occurrence:

[Paper received. Given its major significance, this paper will enter a special submission process.]

[The paper will be transcribed into an additional copy. The transcribed version will be submitted to Second Level Wizard Yi Lin for review, while the original will be submitted to Vice Dean Sophie for simultaneous review.]

The Witch Spirit even added:

[A brilliant flower of knowledge has blossomed in the Cabin in the Woods. This is a moment of glory for Black Tower Academy.]

As its voice faded, the paper on the desk flashed with light and vanished.

The moment he heard Sophie’s name, Mo Ning’s eyes flew wide.

’The Vice Dean? Sophie, the Third Level Wizard? A simultaneous review? My paper was sent directly to the Vice Dean? My god!’

After a long moment, he belatedly came to his senses and asked, "Flower, it seems the Academy places a lot of importance on new formulas. What’s the reason?"

Flower answered cheerfully, "Every fifty years, the Divination Truth Council ranks the various Wizard Academies, and the number of new formulas is one of the important metrics."

Her words dispelled the fog of confusion in Mo Ning’s eyes.

The Divination Truth Council—of course he had heard that name before.

The highest governing body in the Wizard World was called the Wizard Federation. The name sounded simple and plain, but its authority was great enough to make the entire plane tremble.

Only a Strong Person who had stepped into the Legendary Realm was qualified to become a councilor of the Federation.

And the Divination Truth Council was one of the many institutions under the Wizard Federation’s jurisdiction, specializing in the administration and adjudication of academic matters.

In a sense, it was the highest authority in the academic sphere of the Wizard World.

As Mo Ning thought of this, a subtle, indescribable smile formed in his mind.

In his past life, there were all sorts of university rankings. Countless universities would rack their brains and stop at nothing—spending fortunes and poaching talent—just to move up a rank or two.

He never would have thought that in this world filled with Witchcraft and Secret Techniques, there would also be something as amusing as academy rankings.

Despite having completed a remarkable piece of work, Mo Ning had no intention of resting. He gave another order:

"Flower, bring me Dawa’s Grocery List."

He planned to enter the Mirror Image Mysteries Hall to select a few types of Witchcraft specifically for fighting Evil Gods and Demons.

"Understood!"

Flower replied swiftly.

She brought over the copper sheet, which glowed with a mysterious luster, and watched as her master immersed his Spiritual Power into it before closing his eyes.

The Artificial Soul couldn’t help but think to herself, ’Mr. Mo Ning’s talent is astonishing, yet his diligence is just as incredible. He never slackens for even a moment. Maybe he’ll have a chance to enter the Divination Truth Council in the future.’

All Official Wizards knew that the minimum threshold for entering the Divination Truth Council was to be a Grand Divination Master.

In other words—a Fourth Level Wizard.

Since its founding, Black Tower Academy had never produced a Wizard above the Third Level.

Yet, for some reason, Flower felt that Mo Ning absolutely had that potential.

She gazed at the youth’s focused profile, and a thought flashed through her stream of consciousness: ’Mr. Mo Ning, it is truly an honor to serve you!’

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