A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 31: Obtain Basic Weapon Forging Technique!

Lorne, who had inadvertently shown off, was quickly invited into the inner workshop of the alchemy workshop, leaving Meow Leon alone outside to enjoy the amazement of the many senior students.

Sitting at the huge iron table, Lorne was intently flipping through a parchment book in his hands.

"The Forge Manual" is a general operating manual for the dwarven alchemy workshops. It is not some secret and closely guarded knowledge, but rather a guide for beginners in the industry, covering the basic theories of dwarven alchemy, the properties of commonly used metals, and standard smelting procedures.

Although this thing doesn't involve any profound alchemical knowledge, it's not something that's commonplace either. Much of its content is different from alchemy in the field of elemental magic, focusing more on rune magic, and it's generally not shown to outsiders.

Of course, Lorne is fine.

He had just explained in detail to the half-dwarf girl the brass preparation process, precautions, and the properties of this metal, and then casually flipped through the book.

This was his first encounter with the world's orthodox alchemical knowledge. Although there was much incomprehensible to him, it was still an eye-opening experience, giving him a basic understanding of the discipline of alchemy.

Across from him, Amber, her cheek resting on her hand, seemed completely unconcerned by his behavior, her crimson eyes blinking as she looked at him.

"How did you discover that this formula of brass could replace pure gold?"

As Lorne flipped through the pages, he thought to himself, "How am I supposed to explain molecules and atoms to you? If I were to explain it clearly, the entire magical world would be shaken up." So he casually said, "..."

"I just happened to see other senior students trying to mix copper and cupronickel, so I adjusted the formula a bit..."

"You're lying!" Amber interrupted crisply.

"I saw you the moment you came in. You stared at the red gold for ages, then immediately grabbed some copper and white copper and started fiddling with the formula without even looking at anyone else. You must have already figured it out in your mind. You were trying to fool me?"

Lorne was shocked. He hadn’t expected that he had underestimated such a talent, and that she had been watching his every move all along.

It's not easy to fool them anymore.

He had no choice but to tell the truth, feigning a look of deep emotion:

"Looks like I can't hide it from you after all."

Upon hearing this, Senior Amber looked smug and pricked up her ears.

"Many years ago, I met a master magician who shared some knowledge with me. At the time, I was completely ignorant and didn't know what it was for. It wasn't until I came to Silver Academy that I suddenly realized that this was profound alchemical knowledge, revealing the deepest secrets of alchemy and demonstrating the laws governing the composition of all things in the world. Unfortunately, I only remembered a little bit of it..."

The dwarves and the alchemy workshops possess the most powerful alchemy traditions on the continent, and he is keen to make connections with them, so this would be a good opportunity to demonstrate his own value.

As for the source, just attribute it all to a master magician; don't worry about how masterful they were.

Amber's eyes instantly brightened.

It reveals the deepest secrets of alchemy, demonstrating the laws governing the composition of all things in the world… These descriptions are an unparalleled temptation for any alchemist:

"Such profound alchemical skills, I wonder who this senior is, and what their name is?"

What should I call him...? Lorne thought for a moment:

"Dmitri Ivanovich Mendeleev."

Who is this?

Senior Amber was stunned for a long time, her mind racing, but she had never heard of this person before. Her delicate and beautiful eyebrows furrowed as she stared at Lorne suspiciously.

"You're not kidding me, are you?"

The continent is vast, but the magical world is small. Those who possess such profound alchemical heritage are definitely not unknown figures. Even if the person in question is unknown, their family, lineage, or affiliated power would certainly have heard of them.

Moreover, dwarves are skilled in alchemy and forging, and Amber even came from an alchemy academy. If such a master truly existed, it's impossible that no one in the alchemy world would have heard a word about him.

As for unknown masters in the folk, that's even more impossible. Alchemy is a discipline that tests one's wealth and background. Ordinary magicians haven't received systematic magical education and alchemical training, so they can't even get started. Moreover, folk magicians are unorthodox, so it's impossible for them to do what even dwarven alchemy masters can't do.

Amber thought about it and it made more and more sense. Her eyebrows gradually rose, and she stared at Lorne with hostility, grinding her teeth.

Are you kidding me?

"This family doesn't even exist in the magical world. You're not being honest at all, junior. Hmph, if you don't want to talk, fine, just leave."

She pouted, stood up, and pushed Lorne away.

"Hey, senior," Lorne said, leaning against the doorway, "Could I borrow that 'The Crucible Chronicles' for a couple more days...?"

A parchment book flew out of it:

"Hmph, here you go. Besides, you've solved such a big problem for the Alchemy Workshop. The Forge Sanctuary will definitely discuss it for a long time. Someone will come looking for you in a while, and then you won't be able to hide it from them anymore."

……

[Congratulations! You have infiltrated the core stronghold of the Demonic Sect, the "Earth Fire Weapon Sect," and resolved the sect's shortage of spiritual materials. You have obtained the unique inheritance, "Earth Fire Weapon Sect: Basic Weapon Refining Method"!]

[Cultivation Points +3!]

[Completing the "Earthfire Weapon Sect - Basic Weapon Refining Method" requires 9 cultivation points. Do you wish to complete it?]

……

There's no rush to understand things now; we can take our time when we get back.

In the distance, Meow Leon was surrounded by several older students, his face full of smugness, his tail held high above the sky.

"It's just a minor ingredient for a substitute for pure gold, a piece of cake for Sir Lorne and me... If you ever have any questions about alchemy in the future, feel free to ask me, classmate!"

Lorne looked at the boastful demon cat and his lips twitched slightly.

You've already put my pressure on me.

By this time, many of the students outside had dispersed, leaving only a few scattered individuals.

Senior Carol leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with eagerness.

"Hey junior, interested in joining our alchemy club? With your alchemy skills, there aren't many in our club who can surpass you!"

"Furthermore, our academy's alchemy society has in-depth cooperation with many chambers of commerce, guilds, and alchemy organizations on the mainland. Many members even receive invitations from them directly after graduation. Would you like to consider it?"

Lorne did think about this matter seriously.

There are definitely many professional alchemists in the Alchemy Society, including many novice and intermediate mages. For example, Senior Carol, as a third-year student, is already an intermediate mage.

However, there are also many other miscellaneous activities, which he finds somewhat troublesome. In any case, the orthodox alchemy knowledge is taught in the academy, and for more advanced knowledge, the alchemy workshop is another option.

Cultivating immortality involves many skills, not just weapon crafting, which certainly takes up a lot of energy.

Moreover, he really doesn't know any alchemy. If he gets caught inside, it's a small matter, but the loss of face is a big deal.

So he politely declined.

"Let's forget it, senior. I have limited time right now and want to focus more on my studies. Besides, you know I was admitted as a special talent, so the credit requirements are higher than for other students. I really don't have the energy to participate in club activities."

Upon hearing this, Senior Carol showed a sympathetic expression:

"That's true, 150 credits a year, even I couldn't handle that."

After saying that, he flashed a sunny smile and handed Lorne a card:

"It's alright, junior. The doors of the Alchemy Club are always open for you. Also, if you need any magical items, potions, runes, or scrolls, remember to come to me. I'm honest and fair, and the prices are always low. I'll always give you the best deals."

Meow Leon jumped up from the side: "What about me? What about me?"

Carol smiled and said, "What a pity. If you hadn't offended me before, I would have agreed."

Meow Leon looked full of regret.

The Silver Academy Alchemy Society is no ordinary organization. The cards they issue are equivalent to high-level clients in many large chambers of commerce and alchemy organizations, commonly known as VIPs, and are highly sought after by many.

But now he's ruined it all because of his own sharp tongue.

"Thank you, senior."

Lorne accepted it with a look of surprise, not expecting such an unexpected delight.