Chapter 9. Physical fitness skyrocketed, old William shocked
Shining lunar dew can persist for three hours.
Brock cleaned up, took a hot bath, went back to his room, and fell asleep.
For the next month and a half, Brock continued his normal routine.
Breathing exercises, meditation, creating magical potions, learning mind acceleration, attending classes, helping with homework, and other tasks made Brock's every day extremely fulfilling.
August 22nd, 19:00.
Guton Academy of Wizards, Southern District dormitory, room 308.
Brock went out to the balcony.
After half a month, the Blue Star grass has already sprouted and grown rapidly; it is expected to mature in another half a month.
Meanwhile, a blood-faced mushroom burst out of the ground with a giant hat almost twenty centimeters wide on a three-finger-thick leg.
Brock leaned closer and saw that this large mushroom from top to bottom was pink, with blood-red patterns on the hat resembling a human face.
This is the origin of 'Bloodface' in 'Mushroom Blood'.
The leg and hat are light pink, with crisp blood-red patterns and a sharp scent that causes hunger when inhaled.
Brock checked each one, making sure the blood-faced leaf mushroom had reached the maturity standard for harvesting.
However, the state line in the codex of magical potions still displayed Bloody-faced Mushroom as immature.
Isn't it time yet?
Or does the Codex of Magic Poisons use a different standard to assess the maturity of a magic potion?
Brock felt doubt in his heart and casually said 'Glowing Moon Dew', then applied 'Accelerating Mind', one of the three main spells, on the balcony.
It was almost 10 p.m.
The codex of magic potions suddenly opened.
On the third page, lines of text information appeared under the heading 'Mushroom with a bloody face'.
"A mature blood-faced mushroom has been collected, the first stage award has been received, and the build is +0.03‑
"A mature blood-faced mushroom has been collected, the first stage award has been received, and the build is +0.03‑
"A mature blood-faced mushroom has been collected, the first stage award has been received, and the build is +0.03‑
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The collection of thirty-six Bloody-faced Mushrooms directly increased Brock's physique from 0.7 to 1.78!
With the tide of build, Brock felt a life energy like a tidal wave inside him, as if he could beat a dragon to death.
Of course, it was an illusion caused by a sudden increase in strength.
Brock rolled up his sleeve, and the greenish patterns indicating spontaneous pollution disappeared without a trace.
These days, natural pollution has been constantly tormenting Brock.
The deep itching that reached the bones and the weak but repetitive acute pain were warnings to the body that it was overloaded.
Now, this huge stone pressing Brock's heart has finally been completely removed.
Brock's body finally regained its health.
'The body build 1.78 means a higher upper limit for the magical force carried.'
Feeling the surge of vitality, Brock's lips curved in a smile, his mood was very pleasant.
In addition to increasing the Constitution, this time he also collected 36 Bloody-Faced Mushrooms.
Brock went to the flower pot and inspected the Bloodface Mushroom to see how it differed from what it was a few hours ago.
After a long follow-up, Brock was able to detect only minor differences.
Namely, the blood patterns were deeper, and the special scent was more intense.
The Codex of Magical Potions should have its medicinal properties as the standard for assessing the maturity of a magical potion, not necessarily the formation of seeds.
Brock came to this conclusion by delving into the codex of magical potions.
Even though Brock got the magic potion code half a month ago, he still had a lot of questions left.
For example, can feedback from a magic potion accumulate indefinitely?
What is the reward of the second stage?
Is there a third stage?
All of these questions required Brock to constantly experiment and research in person to find answers.
Mindful of these questions, Brock returned to his room and meditated.
The day after class, Brock put the blood-faced mushroom in a box filled with hay and headed straight to a small market.
Old William used to set up his counter at a designated spot on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Don't be fooled by the fact that Old William didn't have a store in the market; he wasn't really poor at all.
As an experienced magician's apprentice, making magical potions, Old William had experience in making more than a dozen kinds of magical potions, and his assets were valued at at least a thousand gold bunks.
The arrival of a small market and the installation of a tent were partly due to the desire to earn some pocket money, and partly to the need to establish contact with regular buyers.
Today was Tuesday.
In a small market, Old William was sitting on a chair looking at a book when suddenly he looked up and saw Brock carrying the box, smiling, and said,
Little Brock, what's so mysterious?
Grandpa William, you'll know when you see it.
Brock took the box and put it in front of Old William.
Old William, who was bored, became interested and opened the box, finding rows of neatly laid blood-leaf leaf mushrooms inside.
He reached out and lifted one flower, studied its color, smelled its smell, and skillfully gave his assessment:
'The hat is wide, the leg is thick, the total length is more than thirty centimeters, the color is light pink, the patterns are blood red, the scent is clean. The quality of these blood-faced mushrooms is excellent.'
Old William held the Bloody-faced Leaf Mushroom full of praise.
Although he did not check the exact content of life energy based on the Old William experience, he predicted that it would definitely be useful.
Growing such high-quality blood-leaf mushrooms should be the work of an experienced cultivator.
Old William became even more interested, looked at Brock, and asked:
Little Brock, where did you get that?
'I raised them.'
Brock's response stunned Old William.
Did you raise them? Old William was astonished, holding up the Bleed Flour Mushroom to look at him carefully, and then looking at Brock, his senile face expressed disbelief.
The successful cultivation of blood mauve mushroom on the first attempt was quite amazing in itself.
But grow them to such quality!
I recently reached the level of a wizard's apprentice by mastering perfection spells, which greatly improved my perception of magical potion states. Combined with Grandpa William's notes on improvement, I succeeded on the first attempt.'
After listening to Brock's humble words, Old William shook his head and exclaimed, 'This is not the effect of my recordings; your talent is just too strong.'
Making magic potions was not an easy task; it put the wizard's observation and patience to the test.
Even a small oversight can lead to various problems with the magic potion, from improper medicinal properties to withering and death.
Old William was amazed by Brock's meticulous observation and constantly sighed that he was inherently suitable for the path of a self-taught wizard.
But Old William didn't know that Brock's ability to grow them successfully on the first attempt was largely due to the code of magic potions.
The code of magic potions will show Brock the real-time status of each magic potion.
Lack of humidity, lack of light, lack of nutrients, pest infestation, or hidden pathogens—Brock would know right away and turn to materials to fix problems quickly.
Of course, there is no denying that Old William's notes on improvements helped Brock a lot.
Without a record of improvement, even if Brock knew about some problems, he wouldn't know how to solve them.
Old William suppressed surprise in his heart and smiled at Brock:
You brought them because you want me to help you sell them, right?
I've been running out of money lately, so I can only bother Grandpa William.
Brock had just over twenty silver beads left in his pocket.
If he hadn't sold them to get some money back, he wouldn't even have money left to buy seeds and fertilizer.
Old William, of course, would not have turned down such a small favor, and he said:
Bed mushrooms must be processed into raw liquid so that they have medicinal properties, so the price is not too high.
The current purchase price is about 4 silver bucks per kilogram. Your game is in great condition, so I can offer 5 silver bets for it.
Thank you, Grandpa William.
Brock nodded, accepting that acquisition price.
Seeing this, Old William began to take out every blood-faced mushroom and weigh them.
Fresh mushrooms are quite heavy.
Thirty-six blood-faced large leaf mushrooms weighed 17 kilograms.
It costs 85 silver beams!
Excluding the costs of soil, equipment, fertilizer, seeds, etc., the net profit was about 50 silver bunks!