He adjusted the magic structure time and time again, fine-tuning the energy distribution, and tried different casting methods.
The development of the "Acid Rain" form proceeded relatively smoothly.
Ron only needed to add a "diffusion node" at the end of the magic, which would disperse the condensed acidic liquid into countless tiny droplets that fell from the sky.
Tests showed that this form’s attack range could cover a circular area with a diameter of about five to six meters.
Although the corrosion power at a single point wasn’t as strong as the "Acidic Liquid Ball," the area effect was considerable.
The development of the "Acidic Fog" form, however, encountered some difficulties.
Fully vaporizing the liquid required additional energy conversion nodes, and controlling gaseous substances was far more complex than controlling liquids.
After many attempts, Ron finally found a relatively stable structure that could maintain the acidic fog effect for about a minute after casting.
When the final test was completed, he looked at his results with satisfaction.
The wooden dummy post was almost completely corroded, with only the base barely holding up.
"The three new forms of ’Slime Splash’: ’Acidic Liquid Ball,’ ’Acid Rain,’ and ’Acidic Fog.’
Ron mused to himself: "Each has its specific application scenario."
What satisfied him the most was that these three forms shared the same basic magic structure and could be flexibly switched with slight adjustments during casting.
[Skill Improved: Slime Splash・Advanced (Proficient max)]
The translucence of the panel prompted a slight smile from Ron.
An inconspicuous basic magic, upon integrating a special casting medium, had evolved into three powerful variants.
This was precisely the essence of the wizard’s path—endless exploration and innovation.
"Perhaps the next step is to try more types of casting mediums," Ron pondered, his gaze falling on the various materials on the shelf.
The poison glands of those terrifying poisons, abyssal material collected from the Bloodline Altar, and even his own Red Blood Flying Dragon bloodline...
Each could potentially serve as a medium to enhance magic.
This success also gave Ron a lot of insight.
The application of casting mediums not only enhanced existing spells but also endowed spells with entirely new traits.
Mastering this technique is crucial for developing a personal magic system in the future of becoming an official wizard.
As night fell, only the faint glow of a few magic crystal lamps remained in the workshop.
Ron finished organizing today’s research data and placed it into a dedicated experimental log.
These experiences would become the cornerstone of his further progress in the future.
Once completely stored in the Library of Consciousness, he would destroy them directly.
Walking out of the laboratory, Ron looked up at the starry sky.
Those distant points of light seemed to whisper to him, like the mysterious whispers in "Star Eater’s Ravings."
"There’s still a long way to go..."
.........
On the third morning, Ron got up early and completed his daily practice.
As he walked into the dining room, Lilia had already prepared a hearty breakfast, clearly having recovered her spirit.
A plate of golden and crispy bread slices, evenly spread with peanut butter;
A few eggs fried to perfection, the yolks slightly solidified yet retaining a bit of flow;
And a few slices of aromatic roasted meat, with edges slightly crisp, while the center remained juicy and pink.
A cup of steaming hot tea was placed next to Ron’s usual seat, the tea a deep amber, exuding a subtle fragrance.
"Good morning, teacher."
Lilia gave a slight bow, her purple-black hair neatly coiled at the back of her head.
Though her eyes still carried a trace of fatigue, they had regained their liveliness, no longer filled with the exhaustion and anxiety of the past few days.
Ron nodded and took a seat at the table: "How are you feeling today?"
His tone was flat, but Lilia heard concern in it.
"Very well, thank you for your concern," Lilia answered softly, a slight blush on her face.
Her slender fingers slightly twisted together, evidently still a bit embarrassed about her lapse a few days ago.
Ron observed her without showing any emotion.
Lilia’s "Diligence Can Make Up for Incompetence" talent was indeed an extraordinary gift.
Like an unremarkable vine, quietly growing stronger with day-to-day cultivation.
Recently, her progress had become increasingly evident, transforming from the initially timid candidate apprentice into a seasoned one capable of independently completing complex magic potion refining, a truly remarkable transformation.
Especially in the more focused fields of meditation and magic potion making, she had undoubtedly surpassed her peers.
"Today there’s something, I’m planning to go to Lady Allen’s herb store."
Ron took a sip of tea, the aroma carrying a hint of sweetness, precisely the taste he preferred.
He calmly looked at Lilia: "You will come with me."
Lilia was startled by the words, the teacup in her hand quivered slightly, and the tea almost spilled out.
Since becoming Ron’s apprentice, Lilia had already been to the herb store on his behalf a few times.
But each time it was merely to deliver items or messages, never having the opportunity for in-depth interaction.
To her, although the old lady’s words were harsh, she had provided her shelter in the most critical moments.
"Is there a problem?"
Ron asked calmly, his gaze as placid as a still lake, without any ripples.
Lilia looked into her teacher’s deep eyes and realized that this was not a casual suggestion but a decision already made.
She quickly adjusted her emotions, straightened her back, and nodded, "No, teacher. I would be happy to accompany you."
Her voice returned to calm, but internally, turmoil brewed.
What did returning to the herb store mean?
Was her teacher intending to return her to Lady Allen?