Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 311 - 279: The Academy

Fifty years have passed, a fleeting moment submerged in dedicated research.

Inside the laboratory, Jeming gently laid down the scalpel stained with traces of biological tissue fluid.

On the surgical table before him, a sample of the "Wind Howling Winged Beast" from the Aerial Plane, intricately structured like a natural aircraft, had been thoroughly dissected and analyzed.

His expression remained calm and unperturbed, as if he had completed a routine task. Only his fingertips swiftly tapped the light screen beside him, archiving the final batch of data concerning its neural cords and energy bubble coupling structure.

With the last bit of information recorded, he adeptly activated the Cleaning Array.

Gentle light swept across, and the surgical table along with all tools instantly became spotless, with biological residues decomposed into basic particles.

Removing the heavy multifunctional protective suit, Jeming walked to the observation window, gazing at the eternally unchanged crimson sky of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, sighing helplessly.

Fifty years, buried within the laboratory, he systematically researched the samples brought back from the Aerial Plane, following the order from simple to complex biological structures.

However, the progress was not ideal.

In fifty years, he had only completed one-fifth of the planned research.

"The speed of research ultimately lags far behind the desire for collection." Jeming rubbed his brow.

Dissection, analysis, recording, extrapolation... every step required time.

Especially when faced with those rare organisms with complex structures and unique rule power, caution was paramount.

He roughly estimated that to thoroughly research all samples collected from the Aerial Plane would require at least an additional three hundred years of sustained effort.

And this was merely from the regular harvest of the Aerial Plane.

Moreover, there was the spatially talented Mutated Spider Snake and the mysterious, enigmatic white mist, highly regarded even by the Seventh Level Wizard.

To research these thoroughly would demand an unimaginably large amount of time.

Just imagining it, Jeming felt the road ahead was long, yet filled with the allure of exploration.

He left the main laboratory, arriving at a large ecological incubation chamber specially modified within the Plane.

Through the heavy observation window, one could see within the simulated zero-gravity environment, thousands of ordinary Spider Snakes clustered quietly together as if following some ancient ritual, forming a large rotating biotic sphere nearly a hundred meters in diameter.

This was a common behavior in their native environment in the Aerial Plane, used for conserving heat and dealing with danger.

And next door, in a special containment unit tightly sealed by layers of Space Imprisonment Array, the unique Mutated Spider Snake swam restlessly, with spatial ripples intermittently visible on its body.

Through preliminary exploration experiments, Jeming discovered that this Mutated Spider Snake played the role of "leader" in the group, with its pheromones wielding strong dominance over ordinary Spider Snakes.

He speculated that if the leader’s pheromonal suppression and guidance were lost for a long time, autonomous mutation might emerge under survival pressure within the ordinary Spider Snake community.

Therefore, he isolated it, both for deeper research into its mutation mechanism and in hopes of "stimulating" the emergence of more precious mutated samples, enriching his research material.

After checking the condition of the Spider Snakes and confirming the stability of other important sample repositories, Jeming contacted the person in charge of the Nolun Workshop Plane modification engineering team through the Communication Array— a steady Sixth Level Wizard.

"Wizard Jeming, long time no see. You actually managed to contact me, quite a rarity." The figure of the Sixth Level Wizard appeared on the screen, behind him, a group of wizards were placing large Arrays.

Jeming nodded in greeting: "No need for formality, it’s just that I’ve been quite busy lately, so haven’t been in touch... How is the project going?"

"Not bad, everything is proceeding smoothly." The Sixth Level Wizard extended his finger, and soon, an accurate report on the project progress was sent to Jeming’s screen.

"The second phase of basic construction is completely finished; the third phase of the energy cluster and scheduling system is about thirty percent complete. Overall progress is on track with expectations, anticipated to be fully completed in fifty more years."

Jeming was satisfied with this speed: "Very fast indeed, truly a hassle for you all."

"Not at all, it’s our duty."

Ending the communication, Jeming began to plan the subsequent action plans.

Fifty years of time, he could afford to wait.

By then, the troubling energy issue in the Incubation Pool would be fundamentally resolved, the cultivation of a new generation of Black Giants and more energy-intensive research could commence.

He was just about to return to the laboratory, intending to "relax" his tense research nerves by reading those intricate materials on the Seventh Level Elemental Pool, when the encrypted communicator he carried emitted a gentle glow alert.

Jeming was somewhat surprised and connected to the communicator.

A light screen unfolded, reflecting the familiar and dignified face of Dean Avery Knight.

"Jeming, it’s been a long time. It seems you’ve gained quite a lot during this period." The dean’s gaze seemed to penetrate the light screen, sensing the increasingly heavy and substantial aura around Jeming.

"Dean Avery Knight... judging by your complexion, I suppose the war went quite smoothly?"

Upon hearing this, Dean Avery Knight couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied smile: "Indeed, the harvest from that plane was truly substantial. There are more than a dozen Divine Spirits among the Eighth Level Creatures alone. For a long time, my laboratory won’t be lacking research materials."

Astonished by these words, Jeming was secretly shocked by the exaggerated resources present in the plane of the Destruction Demon God.

Under normal circumstances, a plane’s concentrated resources can at most give rise to Sixth Level Creatures.

To elevate to a higher level, one must venture to other planes to acquire more resources.

Having so many Eighth Level Creatures, whether advancing through the plane’s own resources or plundering resources from other planes, represents a substantial amount of extra resources.

Of course, for most civilizations encountering such a civilization is nothing short of a disaster.

It’s only the Wizard Civilization that is outrageously formidable; a Seventh Level Wizard can not only fight across levels but also take on multiple opponents.

Dean Avery Knight was very satisfied with the results of his first plane expedition after taking office: "We’ve now successfully integrated that plane into the Elorcia Plane Community, and next, we just need to spend time transforming it."

After a few pleasantries, Dean Avery quickly got to the point: "After so many years of continuous, subtle transformation of the Elorcia Plane’s native human qualities and gene optimization, we are now finally beginning to stably produce individuals with the minimum standards for wizard qualification."

Jeming was taken aback, which meant that the preparation work for the Nolun No.147 Wizard Academy on the Elorcia Plane was entering the final stage.

Dean Avery Knight continued: "It is estimated that ten years from now, it will officially open, enrolling the first batch of local students."

"At the inception of the academy, there is a great need for experienced and capable teachers." Dean Avery’s gaze carried expectations, "Jeming, I hope you can come to serve as a teacher at the academy."

Hearing this, Jeming was a bit hesitant: "Thank you for valuing me, Dean, but... my current strength might be a bit lacking, and perhaps I’m not quite suitable."

His current research plans were fully scheduled, and the plane transformation was underway; taking up a teaching role would undoubtedly consume a lot of time and energy.

"No worries, your experiences will be precious wealth for the new generation of wizard apprentices." Dean Avery listened to Jeming’s concerns but didn’t say much, instead meticulously explaining the benefits package for academy teachers.

"Considering that taking on teaching duties would significantly impact a low-level wizard’s exploration, research, and rest," the dean explained, "as compensation, the academy stipulates that low-level wizards who serve as teachers can double their regular plane war rest period."

Upon hearing this, Jeming immediately changed his mind.

In other words, Jeming’s original two-hundred-year rest period could become four hundred years if he accepted the teaching role!

This condition exerted a fatal attraction on Jeming.

For him now, the direct benefits from a simple plane expedition were already less important than personal research and knowledge accumulation.

What he desperately needed was uninterrupted, freely manageable spans of time to consolidate achievements, deepen research, and enhance himself.

A four-hundred-year rest period was undoubtedly an irresistible gift.

"Thank you for your trust, Dean, I am willing to take on the role of teacher." Jeming no longer hesitated and solemnly agreed.

Dean Avery displayed a satisfied smile, then added: "There’s one more thing. The remaining nine strands of Plane Origin as promised for the rewards from that plane discovery are now ready. They will be sent to you through the encrypted channel shortly, please check."

Moved by this, Jeming expressed gratitude once more.

Not long after the communication ended, the Teleportation Array of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane received a request for item transmission.

After confirming permissions and safety, nine crystal test tubes, each emitting a gentle yet brilliant glow, appeared steadily on the receiving platform.

Inside the tubes, nine strands of condensed liquid-like Plane Origin softly flowed, emanating a heart-stirring wave.

Jeming carefully stored them together with the twenty strands of origins he had previously acquired.

Gazing at the storage space where a dazzling collection of twenty-nine strands of origin gathered, even the seasoned Jeming couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement.

"Such a quantity of origin, I suppose even a Tier Six Wizard would find it difficult to produce all at once in a short time..." he murmured to himself.

Although his military merits account had significantly dwindled to just over one hundred million due to plane transformations and various research expenditures, Jeming had absolutely no intention of selling these origins for cash.

In his plan, these origins had a more important use—their value was as critical provisions for reaching higher realms and served as top-level hard currency.

Their value remained stable, comparable to gold reserves in the mortal world, enabling the acquisition of rare resources or knowledge beyond the measure of military merits at crucial moments.

(Continuing to add more, still another Chapter to come!)