The crystalline liquid flowed down the throat and dispersed in front of the chest where the Magic Sea lay, like a mist, bringing a refreshing sensation.
The abundant Magic Power, upon contact with the mist of the Magic Potion, melted slowly but unstoppably like a flame licking paper.
As the Magic Power vanished, an inexplicable sense of emptiness gradually surfaced and Colin's face turned pale.
From ingesting the Magic Erasure Potion to the complete dissolution of Magic Power, the entire process lasted about half an hour.
Half an hour later.
Colin focused and carefully sensed.
Indeed, the Magic Sea in front of his chest was now completely empty.
Rubbing the smooth glass bottle of Magic Erasure Potion in his hand, Colin took a deep breath, put it away, and resolutely began to practice the Tin Saint Meditation.
Once the Tin Saint Meditation was initiated, there was no turning back—no opportunity for regret. In the next phase, he would lose his Magic Power and become a mortale.
But where in the world was there a perfect choice? The Tin Saint, Nado, Knight Level... he had done everything he could.
Now it was time to leave it to time!
As the Tin Saint Meditation operated, the surrounding Magic Power was gradually drawn by spiritual power, purified, and transformed into pure energy.
Then, like birds flying into a forest, it slowly entered Colin's body and under the guidance of the meditation, underwent a series of complex transformations, and finally, at the center of the Magic Sea in his chest, became pure Magic Power.
This was the usual process of cultivation.
However, this time, the Magic Power, the moment it entered Colin's body, seemed to encounter a barrier and dissipated instantly like snowflakes near a fire.
Without the influx of Magic Power, there would naturally be no advancement in Wizard Level, and the increase in spiritual power was also minimal.
But there was one exception—the Tin Saint Meditation.
Under the influence of the Golden Paper, every complete cycle of cultivation could advance the progression of the Tin Saint Meditation a fraction further!
And so, time flew like an arrow.
In the yard, a variety of flowers bloomed radiantly, then withered and died, and the color of the grass gradually shifted from tender green to dark green... The scent of spring had vanished, replaced by the hot atmosphere of summer.
That morning, Renee was sitting under a willow tree, enjoying the cool shade.
She sat on a pale yellow bamboo lounge chair, holding a yellow-covered novel in her hand.
No fan was needed, nor present.
Under the willow tree, for some reason, it always seemed cooler and the air fresher than elsewhere.
Rustle—
Accompanied by the scent of fresh grass, a gentle breeze fluttered by, rustling the pages of the book in her hands. Tired from playing, Demi was lying on a small lounge chair beside her, sleeping...
Everything was quiet and leisurely, and although she couldn't go outside, she was quite content with this way of life.
However...
Renee looked toward the villa not far away, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
It seemed to have been about three months now... In these three months, aside from when she delivered meals, she hardly saw Colin.
Only on very rare occasions could she see him standing on the second-floor balcony, quietly gazing into the distance...
Creak—
Just then, the door on the first floor suddenly opened.
Colin came out with a smile on his face.
"Good morning, Master," said Renee as she stood up and approached him, a look of surprise on her face.
"Good morning," Colin smiled and commanded, "Make lunch a bit more lavish today, I'm going out for a bit."
"Of course, Master," Renee instinctively responded. A second later, realizing what he said, she looked at Colin's retreating figure with some surprise.
Going out... If she remembered correctly, this was the first time in three months that Colin had mentioned leaving the house.
"By the way," it seemed he remembered something, Colin paused, then turned back and said, "From today onwards, everything goes back to normal, no need to avoid going out anymore."
Yes, just today... or rather just now.
He had successfully fused the Tin Saint Meditation with the Circulation Meditation, successfully switching his meditation method!
The new meditation method was named by him, taking one character from the name of each original meditation method, calling it the Tin Ring Meditation Method.
Feeling the magic power refilling his body, Colin's sense of security also replenished, and he continued to walk briskly towards the outside.
Changing his meditation method was just the first step. To advance to an Official Wizard, he still needed to obtain the follow-up meditation methods after becoming an Official Wizard.
This was also why he chose to join a School, since his Circulation Meditation had no follow-up.
To rely on Golden Paper Limit Breaking to find the follow-up parts needed to advance to Official Wizard... was probably a far stretch, not knowing when a way out would be found.
Putting other things aside, just taking his current situation as an example, both the Circulation Meditation and Tin Saint Meditation had already broken limits to gold, and had even merged.
But the new meditation method was still just an Apprentice's meditation method.
There was no advanced content.
On the other hand, in terms of Knight, although the Sunlight Breathing Skill did not offer much new enhancement when it broke limits to gold, it included content above Great Knight during the second limit breaking.
The reason behind this was still unknown.
"Perhaps the merged meditations aren't enough?"
Colin shook his head.
Regardless, he was no longer a Wild Wizard.
If it had been before, he might still be troubled by the lack of follow-up for his meditation method.
But now, all he needed to do was to go to the residence of the School's mentor and ask Atbolde.
That was the advantage of being in a School.
If he were to advance to a Second Rank Wizard later, he would not have to worry about follow-up meditation methods again.
After all, from what he had seen, there was at least a Third Rank Wizard present in the Tin Saint School...
As for beyond the third rank... it was too far off to consider at the moment.
Thinking of this, he suddenly had a thought.
'If I need to change schools later, won't I need to change meditation methods again... Would that mean reducing my aptitude?'
Speaking of this, a long-standing problem in his heart resurfaced.
Why did... no, why did wizards on remote islands, when changing meditation methods upon advancing to Advanced Wizard Apprentices, experience such great impact?
Changing meditation methods reducing aptitude, he understood; it was a normal occurrence.
After all, if you were a blank slate before practicing a meditation method, then after practicing, it was as though there had been doodling on it.
Naturally, painting on a blank slate and painting on a paper already filled with doodles offered different levels of freedom.
But simply changing meditation methods, the impact wasn't that significant, at most ten or fifteen percent... perhaps even less than the effect of a bad mood.
Why would the impact be so significant for those who advanced to Advanced Wizard Apprentices on remote islands...
Was it due to the quality of human nature and knowledge's spiritual light?
Suppressing his scattered thoughts, Colin said to the coachman in front of the public carriage:
"Huapei District, Tin Saint Street."
Such seemingly irrational facts were often the reality.
Those wizards from remote islands, especially those who joined small Schools and advanced on remote islands as Advanced Apprentices, were destined from the start to face more hardships than other wizards and also had a lower upper limit.
If changing Schools, it often meant that there was no way forward.
It was only he, with the Golden Paper, who could escape such a fate.
There has never been fairness between people... and Wizards were no exception.
The center of wizards always lay in the continent... Blackstone Island was just a small island so remote it couldn't be more remote.
Those who climbed from obscurity to the summit were heroes, winners, protagonists... not ordinary people.
Trot-trot-trot—
The carriage sped, and the wind lifted the curtain of the carriage window.
In no time, he arrived at the residence of the Tin Saint School.