Chapter 387 A Bizarre Situation

After the Descenders from other planes died, the group quickly left the Wanderer Alliance's stronghold, since having so many people gathered here might provoke some suspicion from the Blue-robed Mage.

Returning to his room, Shaoke took out his spellbook and began transcribing spells from the memories of the Divine Avatars. However, the content was too obscure, and only after much preparation did he begin copying them into his spellbook.

The black Blue Rhombus Flower slowly expanded, and a petal fell from it. Shaoke calmed his mind and took out a quill to start writing. The method of writing had greatly changed from before; the ink was just dragon's blood, nothing more.

While writing, the mage infused strong spiritual force and magic into the words, without setting any magical traps or defensive spells. This was because his spellbook could be stored in his meditation space; if he died unexpectedly, the spellbook would vanish into thin air, unreachable by others. Moreover, he used ancient scripts in his writing, as very few people could recognize them. As far as Shaoke knew, only he was able to read these characters in their alliance.

The consumption of dragon's blood was immense. Three small vials were consumed after completing just one spell. This dragon's blood was not ordinary lamb blood, but the blood of true dragons. Of course, the blood of Pseudo-Dragons was not worthy of use by Nine-rank Mages.

After finishing the spell, the mage continuously channeled his strong spiritual force over the script to increase the amount of spiritual power within the words. This could reduce the mage's consumption during special spellcasting in the future.

After about half a magic hour, the mage finished this task, then placed the petal back into the spellbook and stored it in his meditation space to nurture it. After meditating for a while, he got up and left his mage tower to head towards the Blue-robed Mage's residence. There, he would obtain some dragon's blood for his writing materials. Such things were precious and had to be allocated within the alliance.

The cloak completely covered the mage's face. He calmly explained his thoughts to the Blue-robed Mage, and without hesitation, she prepared a large amount of dragon's blood for him. "Mage Xueye, our advanced materials are running low; we must be more economical in the future," the female mage said with a wry smile, indicating her storage. Few high-grade magic materials remained in the rings, especially the ink for writing, since obtaining it required hunting dragons.

"We should build a dedicated facility where we can plant various magical materials and precious herbs. With the help of elemental water, we could have harvests in a short time," Shaoke said as he stored the dragon's blood. "We also need to expand the merchant caravan; otherwise, our strength will diminish and fall behind other alliances."

The female mage frowned. "This situation is occurring across all alliances. The severe shortage of top-tier magic materials has become a common problem." She added, "I've already started building the place you mentioned. In about a year, the mage tower will be completed. Do you have any precious plant seeds? We can plant them there."

Shaoke shook his head. All the precious plants and herbs in his mage tower had been prepared for him by the Blue-robed Mage, and he had never collected such things himself. This thought irritated him. If this continued, once a new generation of high-level practitioners comes of age in a thousand years, there wouldn't be enough magic materials for them, which would greatly reduce the alliance's strength.

"I heard there are magic items that allow trading with other planes. If we had such items, everything would be better," Shaoke suddenly remembered some artifacts the deities had once mentioned.

The Blue-robed Mage nodded. "Such things exist, but we don't have the means to obtain them. They are reportedly all in the hands of Legendary beings. Do you intend to compete with them?" She couldn't help but laugh, smoothing her long hair as she began discussing with Shaoke the development of the family and the child. She was quite fond of Shaoke's child, but due to some recent awkwardness, the Blue-robed Mage seldom saw Moyu'er.

After their conversation, Shaoke led the Blue-robed Mage to his home. There, Moyu'er was lying on a soft stool, intently reading a book. She didn't notice their arrival. Shaoke and the Blue-robed Mage watched from a distance.

After a long while, the Blue-robed Mage broke the silence. "May I hold her?" She looked at Shaoke, who nodded. She stepped forward, touched Moyu'er's shoulder, and said, "Someone's come to see you." But Moyu'er didn't respond, still reading.

The Blue-robed Mage suddenly laughed softly, then gestured for Shaoke to leave. She picked up Moyu'er and kissed her cheek. "I don't like Father. He doesn't take me flying," Moyu'er said, not at all afraid of strangers. She hugged the Blue-robed Mage's neck and listed her father's faults, her small mouth and teary eyes making the Blue-robed Mage's heart ache. She hadn't been this close to children for centuries. Holding Shaoke's child now, she felt the past returning.

"I'll take you flying," the Blue-robed Mage said, lifting Moyu'er into the air, though only three or four meters high. The little girl squealed with joy, waving her hands wildly in the air, looking adorable. Shaoke watched from below.

"Here, take this," Mage Roman suddenly appeared beside Shaoke using a magic item, handing him a black pendant. This pendant contained the stone statue that Shaoke had made earlier, which he had originally hung around his daughter's neck. "It's not much use for Moyu'er."

Shaoke frowned but didn't take it. "It's for her protection. I'm often away, and you're busy with experiments. If something happens, who will protect her?" There was obvious anger in his voice. "Do you want her to be bullied?"

Roman glared at him, then lowered her voice. "I've already made several protective items for her. Those can each withstand at least one attack from an Eighth-order Practitioner. Besides, even if she is bullied, so what? She's a highly talented child. With good education, if she still gets bullied, what's there to complain about?" She tossed the pendant to Shaoke, then flew up to join the Blue-robed Mage in amusing their daughter.

Pendant in hand, Shaoke stood there for a long time before finally hanging it around his neck. Up in the air, Moyu'er happily called out to him. Soon, Roman asked the Blue-robed Mage to bring the girl down, letting her play with other young children. After all, she was still a child and couldn't endure long periods of tedious study.

The Blue-robed Mage didn't stay long. After a brief talk with Roman, she returned to her room. Shaoke then flew out of the stronghold alone into the wilderness, where he intended to clean up the land still devastated by powerful magic and Aura fluctuations, aiming to help it recover sooner. That way, the growing population wouldn't put too much strain on the stronghold, and he could later conduct important experiments with the Blue-robed Mage.

Dissipating the magic and Aura fluctuations from the land was very difficult. Although mages had planted many special grasses and plants to purify the area, the process was too slow. Chanting a spell, Shaoke carefully pulled a strand of magic fluctuation from the earth, clearly left by a Nine-rank Professional. Even after over a hundred years, it remained strong. The fluctuation slowly dissipated into the air, while the mage released his spiritual force to sense these waves, hoping to enhance his mental control.

Time passed slowly. That year, Moyu'er turned three, and Lan Wei'er, who had been in seclusion, finally emerged as a great Eighth-rank Spellcaster. This achievement was largely due to the help of Mage Roman and the White-robed Cleric. Being an Eighth-rank Spellcaster herself, the White-robed Cleric could assist mages during their ascensions.

If a Nine-rank Professional had the aid of an Eighth-rank Cleric during their ascension, their success rate would more than double, even higher for those with better talent. Unfortunately, Clerics were extremely rare and took much longer to advance.

Another major reason was that children with talent to become Clerics were tens or even hundreds of times rarer than those with magical aptitude.

In their stronghold, only one boy with Cleric talent had been discovered so far. Unfortunately, he was already older, and some precious medicines couldn't be used on him, so his progress was slow—over ten years, and he had only become a Second-rank Cleric. Still, the entire stronghold cared for him deeply, showering him with expensive resources in the hope that he would one day become an Eighth-order being.