Qian Jin tapped his fingers lightly on the table. The most valuable part of a High-Tier Magic Beast was its Magic Core, followed closely by its pelt—almost all High-Tier Magic Beast furs possessed some degree of magic resistance. Furthermore, some bones could be fashioned into Bone Jade Staves, and the flesh could create potions or even Mystery Potions.

"Blazing Flame Magic Tiger... Blazing Flame Magic Tiger..." Countless strange characters spun through Qian Jin's mind. A smile gradually spread across his face as he instinctively pulled Luo Qingqing into his embrace and exclaimed cheerfully, "That's right! Qingqing is the smart one! How could I forget this method?"

Qingqing’s cheeks flushed crimson, and though she tried to push Qian Jin away, her body lacked the strength. Her beautiful eyes remained tightly shut.

It was then that Qian Jin realized his excitement over solving the problem had carried him away. He often hugged Luo Lin when they were happy, but the person in his arms now was a young woman. Although Fatty Luo had specifically requested Qian Jin marry her before he died, this was still...

"What method?" Fabridis looked at Qian Jin eagerly. If he hadn't heard there was another way, he would have already grabbed his sword and gone out to try his luck, seeing if he could find an Inferno Demon to fight to the death! Living a lifetime unable to reach the Saint realm felt too cowardly; he'd rather go out in a blaze of glory.

Qian Jin quickly raised his arm, offering an apologetic smile to Luo Qingqing, then turned to Fabridis and stated, "Mystery Potions!"

Mystery Potions? Everyone in the room stared blankly at Qian Jin. That substance was notoriously enigmatic. Normal people wouldn't even want any association with it. Regarding Mystery Potions, regardless of whether you were a Saint realm expert or not, one wrong move could easily lead to death.

There was once a Bloodline Warrior from the War God Bloodline family who engaged in a fierce battle with an Undying Monarch Bloodline Battle Mage from the Demon race. Both sides retreated heavily wounded to their respective nations to recover. The War God's ultimate awakened Bloodline Warrior, while healing, also desired to break through the so-called ultimate power barrier to become a powerhouse surpassing all past ultimate Bloodline Warriors. He boldly drank a potion claimed by a Mystery Alchemist to be a 'God-Making Potion.'

The result... the War God Bloodline family's records gained a new entry, unique among the records of the three ultimate bloodline families: a record of an ultimate Bloodline Warrior who drank a potion and died.

Fortunately, the Demon race's Undying Monarch Bloodline Battle Mage was so severely injured and overly competitive that he ignored the Great Demon King's order to lead an assault on the Zhence Dynasty. He single-handedly infiltrated the dangerous ruins within the Demon territory, hoping to achieve a breakthrough so he could lead the Demon race to sweep across the Zhence Dynasty in a legitimate victory. Afterward, he was never heard from again.

Because of this, a somewhat unflattering rumor circulated in both the Demon race and the Zhence Dynasty: the Undying Monarch bloodline and the War God bloodline were powerful, but not particularly sharp. One drank a Mystery Potion while heavily wounded, and the other rushed to the most perilous location while wounded seeking breakthrough.

Having experienced the War God Bloodline testing the potion, more people actively avoided all things related to Mystery Potions, and fewer and fewer people understood them.

"Exactly! Mystery Potions!" Qian Jin excitedly grabbed the cups everyone had been drinking from, mixing the red wine, tea, coffee, and juice together, and presented it to Duan Feng Buer. "You taste this."

Duan Feng Buer frowned at the bizarre mixed liquid. "Damn! Are you trying to poison me?"

"One pack of cigarettes," Qian Jin stated the price plainly.

"Two packs of cigarettes!" Duan Feng Buer immediately countered.

"Check, please..." Qian Jin carried the mixed liquid toward the Battle Mage with the Fallen Angel Bloodline. The face of the usually stern, almost expressionless handsome Fallen Angel Battle Mage shifted, showing displeasure for the first time, yet he reluctantly raised his arm toward the mixture.

"You win!" Duan Feng Buer snatched the liquid, looking at Qian Jin with an air of resigned sacrifice. "You promised, one pack of cigarettes, and you can't welch on Ru'lu."

Gulp... Gulp... Ptooey...

Duan Feng Buer downed two mouthfuls but still couldn't help spitting the liquid out, shaking his head repeatedly. "Worse than your medicine."

"That's it," Qian Jin pointed at the liquid in Duan Feng Buer's hand. "Mystery Potions, when you boil it down, are about forcibly fusing things that absolutely cannot mix, using a near-suicidal method, to create something new. Although many resulting fusions are extremely unstable—causing explosions, suddenly vaporizing into the most vicious gas, or possessing intense corrosive properties—it doesn't negate their miraculous nature."

Seeing Qian Jin’s excited expression, everyone instinctively leaned back. That kind of look was only ever seen on people involved with Mystery Potions. It seemed Qian Jin truly had research experience in them! Otherwise, why would Chu Yi bring them up, and why would he be so thrilled?

"Inferno Demon blood is just another existing substance!" Qian Jin tapped the table rapidly with his fingers. "I recall reading a book that detailed the synthetic method for simulating Inferno Demon blood. The very first step required the blood of a homologous High-Tier Magic Beast as an initiator. For example, since the Inferno Demon is Fire element, you need a Fire element High-Tier Magic Beast! While the flames of the Blazing Flame Magic Tiger are inferior to the Inferno Demon's, it is indeed a Fire element High-Tier Magic Beast!"

Everyone stared at Qian Jin dumbfounded. This was truly marvelous! Could a Magic Beast's blood be synthesized? Why did he seem to know everything?

Only Biluo kept eating the food on her plate. Having lived with Qian Jin in the Four Seasons Valley for two years, she had already witnessed too many strange things happen around him. Now, even if he suddenly erupted with bloodline power, Biluo wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

"However," Qian Jin continued softly, his voice laced with uncertainty, "the book stated the simulated possibility was only seventy percent. Although it mentioned that the synthesized Inferno Demon blood, being not the true thing, would possess all the abilities of Inferno Demon blood, making it perfectly usable for potions requiring it."

Qian Jin looked at their faces—a mixture of shock and nascent hope—and murmured, "But, honestly, any Mystery Potion is sometimes unreliable... I've seen several instances where substitutes were used for configuration, resulting in either explosions or the generation of poisonous smoke..."

"No matter what, we have to try!" Fabridis took a deep breath and made his decision. "If things truly turn unfortunate then, I will go out and seek an Inferno Demon! Living a life unable to reach the Saint realm is worse than dying in one glorious battle."

"Uncle..." Qian Jin hesitated. "How much gold do you currently have on hand?"

"This..." Fabridis looked very awkward. While the income of a City Guardian was decent, combined with his inheritance, he had a little over a hundred thousand gold coins. But to use this amount to purchase the blood of a Blazing Flame Magic Tiger—he probably couldn't afford it.

The blood of a High-Tier Magic Beast wasn't only useful to Mystery Alchemists; it was also an indispensable, premium material for regular Alchemists when configuring High-Tier Potions.

Warriors, compared to ordinary people, were certainly considered a relatively wealthy group, but when compared to Alchemists, Mystery Alchemists, Blacksmiths, or even Mages, they were actually quite poor.

Bidding for the Blazing Flame Magic Tiger's blood against Alchemists who could earn money from potions, or Mystery Alchemists backed by large factions, using a mere hundred thousand gold coins felt like hitting an iron hammer with a raw egg.

"Ah! Forget it!" Qian Jin sighed. "I know Warriors have high consumption rates but low income. I'll figure out the money situation."

"You?" Fabridis's eyes shimmered with reluctance. "Selling the War Weapon... just selling it off and letting it fall into the hands of other factions—it's not worth it just for some gold."

"Who said I was selling the War Weapon?" Qian Jin smiled. "Besides, even if I don't sell it, Blacksmiths will sell War Weapons anyway. Since someone will acquire the War Weapon regardless, they might as well buy mine. Furthermore... the War Weapon isn't the main item I plan to auction."

"Then..." Fabridis felt his usually capable mind suddenly slow down due to the issue of the Soul Weapon.

Qian Jin snapped his fingers cheerfully. "What I plan to sell is Mystery Potions!"

Mystery Potions! Silence fell over the room again. If someone died from consuming one, it would be a very troublesome and dangerous situation.

Biluo set down her knife and fork, picked up a napkin, and delicately wiped her thin lips before timidly asking, "Is it the Level One Mental Impact Potion?"

"Yes," Qian Jin returned to his seat. "The Level One Mental Impact Potion you consumed in the Four Seasons Valley."

Duan Feng Buer rinsed his mouth with clear water for a long time until the strange taste on his tongue faded. He asked curiously, "What is a Mental Impact Potion?"

"Um..." Qian Jin paused to organize his thoughts. "Simply put, Mages require Spiritual Power, and whenever a Mage reaches a critical point in advancement, they often encounter a Spiritual Barrier, leading to a situation where their Spiritual Power cannot rise."

Everyone nodded in unison. Even non-Mages knew about such things.

"In this situation, the Mage enters a state of spiritual stagnation, hence the creation of various magic arrays designed to help break through Spiritual Power bottlenecks," Qian Jin chuckled. "As for the effectiveness, I believe you all know the general consensus?"

Fabridis was the first to sneer. "Every day some Mage claims to have researched one, some Inscriptionist claims to have researched another, yet none of them work. They are basically scams designed to cheat money from Mages desperate to break through their spiritual barriers."

"Correct," Qian Jin habitually tapped the table. "But my Mental Impact Potion truly works! Consuming it gives a sixty percent chance of breaking through the Spiritual Barrier! Of course, if it fails, you will suffer diarrhea for three days. Unless you take the Diarrhea Potion I personally configured, no other anti-diarrhea medicine will have any effect."

"That potent?" Fabridis's expression turned serious and cautious. "If a Mage at the peak of tenth-level Spiritual Power consumes it, wouldn't they easily become a Great Mage?"

Qian Jin waved his hands repeatedly. "Not that miraculous. Biluo mentioned the Level One Mental Impact Potion. It is only effective on Mages below Level Five Spiritual Power, and once they successfully advance past Level One, taking it again yields no effect."

Gu Yue Jiaying nodded elegantly. If the promotion was handled properly before the auction, it could indeed fetch a very good price at the Yongliu Auction House. Perhaps every faction except the Warrior Guild would participate in bidding for it.

Qian Jin secretly calculated the materials still needed to synthesize Inferno Demon blood, shifting his attention back to Fabridis. He had to put maximum effort into crafting this Soul Weapon! This wasn't just for Fabridis; it was for himself too!

In the future, when he went to Yongliu, he might face Lei Wei. Even as a Demon Subduing Warrior, facing the Lei family might not guarantee a smooth resolution. But if an Eight Saint expert stood behind him? Then! Everything would be different!

In a few days, when he returned to the Qian family to bring his father out, facing the massive Qian family of the Zhence Dynasty, without the support of a Saint realm expert, handling matters smoothly might also be difficult.

The Soul Weapon must be forged! He would need a Soul Weapon when he reached the Saint realm too. This forging process would serve as experience accumulation for forging an even better Soul Weapon seven days later.

More importantly! Ordinary Warriors never reached the Saint realm. If Fabridis could advance to Saint!

Qian Jin clenched his fists tightly. If Fabridis could become a Saint, then Qian Jin too, could become a Saint!

When a Mage encounters a bottleneck in their spiritual power cultivation, how should they break through?

Use Magic Cores! Use Magic Crystals! Use Feres's Barrier-Breaking Magic Array! Use Didilabi's Screen-Breaking Magic Array!

In the world of Mages, there were countless methods for breaking spiritual barriers. Every day, innumerable people researched ways to overcome these barriers, selling products that broke through spiritual barriers at exorbitant prices to Mages desperate to advance, yet so few actually proved effective.

Recently, a merchant caravan arriving from Oakland City appeared in Yongliu City, beginning to actively promote a potion called [Mental Impact] to various factions.

"Oakland City?" Lei Wei toyed with the wine glass in his hand, a hint of cold mockery in his raised eyebrow, though it couldn't conceal the anxiety in his heart. The two guards had been gone for several days without sending back any news. Could an accident have occurred?

"Yes, Young Master," the young woman dressed in a maid outfit looked at Lei Wei with wide-eyed fear. "They said they are merchants from Oakland City, wishing to introduce you to their new product—a potion that can help Mages break through their spiritual barriers."

"Oakland? That backwater town?" Lei Wei spun his wine glass repeatedly. "They should stick to selling local specialties or handicrafts. Breaking through spiritual barriers—is that something they can achieve? Do they realize how many people in the Dynasty are researching this? Are they trying to scam me? Find some men and just drive them away!"

"Yes..." The girl bowed low and quickly retreated toward the door.

"Wait a moment," Lei Wei stood up and approached the girl, lifting her chin with his hand, leaning in close. "What? You seem quite afraid of me?"

The girl's body trembled slightly. She had heard rumors that several previous maids had been violated by Young Master Lei Wei, but her family truly needed the money—her brother needed to marry, and her younger brother needed schooling...

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you," Lei Wei straightened up and looked out at the sky beyond the door. "Right now, my interest lies with the Su family twins. Damn Qian Jin! You ruined my plans, otherwise, I should be in bed enjoying the bodies of those twins right now."

The maid retreated. Lei Wei paced back into the room with his hands clasped behind his back, muttering with a cold sneer. "Oakland? A rustic place like that selling products to break spiritual barriers? Have they gone mad with poverty? Or do they take the Eight Great Factions of Yongliu City for fools?"

"I'm sorry... we don't need it..."

"Go away, go scam somewhere else."

The Luo family caravan's visits to various factions on the first day were all met with virtually the same expulsion. Could something that numerous top talents were struggling to achieve be accomplished by a merchant from a remote backwater?

Time passed day by day. The Luo family stayed in Yongliu City for four days before finally encountering four old Mages from the Magic Tower. Unable to bear the torment of their inability to break the spiritual barrier, they approached the Luo family caravan with a tentative attitude, purchasing four bottles of the potion for the extremely low price of one gold coin per bottle.

"Do you think this potion will actually work?"

"Who knows? Why take a one-gold-coin item seriously?"

"Right, it's only one gold coin anyway, might as well try."

"Exactly. I haven't been able to break past the third-level spiritual power barrier for so many years. If we weren't distantly related to the Guild Master, we would have been kicked out of the Magic Tower long ago."

The four Mages bought the potions and returned weakly to the Magic Tower.

"Oh... four senior Mages from the Magic Tower. I heard you went to buy the hick's Mental Impact Potion?"

"It seems you not only have spiritual power problems, but your brains are malfunctioning too. How could you buy something from a backwater like Oakland?"

The teasing voices of several young Mages echoed in the main hall of the Magic Tower. The faces of the four old Mages darkened. Although these young men were only third-level Mages, their youth promised infinite future potential, yet they were at the lower rungs within the Magic Tower, often mocking the seniors whenever they met.

"Are you people too idle?" A stern, commanding voice boomed from the levels above the Magic Tower. The young Mages looked up and saw a Mage descending the stairs, immediately lowering their heads and bowing. "Greetings, Vice Guild Master Hughes, sir."

The four old Mages looked at Hughes Starke, the Vice President of the Crystal Magic Tower, with his short golden hair, square face, golden-trimmed robes, and the Scepter of Wrath in hand. Embarrassment and shame washed over them. If it weren't for this relative being present, they would have already been driven out of the Mage Guild multiple times.

A: It seems it is time to start work. I wish everyone success in their endeavors and renewed vigor in their progress! U