After a round of competing, Locke also obtained three healing-type potion materials in his hands. They were all specialties of the Land of Six Towers: jade lotus root, star anise leaves, and a specialty Gustav Pebbles produced from a medium-small scale colonial plane Twell Plane controlled by the Land of Six Towers.

These three types of materials could barely be considered to have a slight connection to healing-type potion materials.

Locke looked at the three materials in his hands, as well as the pile of materials placed on the table surface, and frowned. "Is this the way to test a potion master's level? It's just somewhat biased. A potion master who can use obscure materials to prepare healing potions is indeed impressive, but it cannot demonstrate that potion master's upper limit in preparing healing potions."

Locke casually glanced at the potion materials on the table surface. "With the existing materials, what kind of healing potions can be prepared?"

"Perhaps my accumulation is too limited? These materials completely don't match up with the several classic potion formulas I'm familiar with. Even if I barely manage to identify the medicinal properties and forcibly use several materials to brew a healing potion, it would actually completely fail to demonstrate my potion studies level."

"Instead, I would be looked down upon because of it."

Potion Master Santos beside him was already extremely annoyed, constantly muttering under his breath that this kind of test had no meaning whatsoever.

If not for the sake of the Land of Six Towers' abundant resources, he would probably have turned around and left directly.

The other potion masters also showed expressions of difficulty one by one. These materials were vastly different from the potion formulas in their memories, and even temporarily replacing several of the materials was impossible to achieve.

But preparing randomly would instead cause people to look down on one's true potion studies level.

That would be more loss than gain.

Locke thought for a moment and still made a decision, namely to give up the three healing-type materials he had grabbed, not forcing himself to prepare a healing potion, but instead choosing to prepare the type of potion he was most skilled at, Abyss potions.

He quickly picked up a severed demon finger from the materials table.

This was the severed finger of the most common demon in the Endless Abyss, a Tanar'ri demon. He wanted to make the Tanar'ri Hand Potion.

The main function of this potion was to transform the user's arm into a Tanar'ri demon's arm, which was a type of bloodline modification potion. But it had another function, which was that it could make wounds all over the user's body rapidly heal themselves and suppress existing toxicity and other damage within the body.

And during his previous practice process, by replacing one of the secondary materials in this potion, he had happened to strengthen this special effect of suppressing wounds.

Locke quickly collected the materials and walked toward the potion room.

At the same time, the other potion masters were also forced to make their final decisions among these limited choices, one by one.

Inside the potion room, Locke set up three cauldrons.

Simultaneously, different magical flames ignited beneath the three cauldrons, respectively wood element magical flame, dark element magical flame, and fire element magical flame.

Without changing expression, Locke threw different materials into the different cauldrons separately. The wood element magical flame mainly extracted the main materials of this potion, the dark element magical flame was specially used to extract the effective components from the biological materials of Abyss demons.

As for the fire element magical flame, it extracted the cloud jellyfish he had added to his improved formula.

Six hours later, Locke mixed the liquids from the three processed cauldrons and poured them all into a glass gourd-shaped potion bottle.

Immediately after, the three different colored liquids inside this potion bottle mixed with each other and became a pure black liquid. Moreover, this liquid rapidly froze in the ice-attribute magical flame in Locke's hands, transforming into a slush-like state.

Locke placed the bottle beneath his nose and sniffed it, then used a straw to extract a drop of the potion and dripped it on the table. Immediately, a black spot appeared on the wooden table.

Looking carefully, this black spot was actually the surface of the wooden table having been scorched, and it even carried some sulfur smell, with sparks flickering within.

"Success." Locke looked at the Tanar'ri Hand Potion in his hand. Taking this kind of potion required a strong physical constitution, otherwise just drinking it down would turn one into a pile of charcoal due to the potion's intense medicinal properties.

Locke rubbed the space between his eyebrows. After all, he had just prepared a First Circle level potion, and the mental energy consumed was relatively considerable.

He took out a bottle of apprentice-level energy potion from his astral ring and drank it down, slightly replenishing his energy.

Locke observed the other potion masters. Among them, about one-third of the potion masters had also finished preparing their potions.

But more potion masters were deep in thought, wanting to strive for perfection, to find ingenious methods within the impossible, to prepare a complete healing potion and take first place in this test.

Locke could only wait in this potion room for a while. Then he thought about it, walked outside, took some materials, and continued preparing potions.

The Plutarch family didn't seem to care about this little bit of resources. Since he had to wait for the remaining half day anyway, he might as well utilize the abundant potion materials outside to practice, and incidentally prepare several potions for self-defense.

One day later, Locke had prepared 2 bottles of Fury of Flames Potion. Adding the 15 Fury of Flames Potions stored in his astral ring, he currently had 17 bottles of Fury of Flames Potion in his possession.

The raw materials for these potions, speaking of which was also amusing, all came from the Plutarch family.

One day later, all thirty-seven potion masters had submitted their works.

The old steward of the Plutarch family walked into the potion room where Locke was at this time, respectfully bowed to Locke, then said, "Wizard Augustine, my master Grand Wizard Sulla would like to see the Fury of Flames Potion you prepared."

Locke said strangely, "The Fury of Flames Potion was just something I casually brewed when I had nothing better to do. I didn't expect Grand Wizard Sulla to have noticed it."

"Well then, I'll submit both bottles."

The steward wizard quickly shook his head. "You misunderstood. All potions brewed here belong to all of you. Consider them gifts from our Plutarch family to all the potion masters."

"It's just that Grand Wizard Sulla believes that since you've already prepared them, and moreover prepared them during the test process, you might as well submit one bottle of Fury of Flames Potion for him to see. Grand Wizard Sulla is also very curious about your potion studies level."

Locke nodded. "I see. I was overthinking it. Alright then."

Locke placed one bottle of Fury of Flames Potion on the tray in the steward wizard's hands. He saw that it was already filled with potion bottles, all the works of the thirty-seven potion masters.

Soon, the thirty-seven potion masters all gathered again in the hall.

The steward wizard went up the stairs, passed through the Illusion School magic lock, walked up to the second floor, and conversed with the wizard above.

Soon, he came down from the second floor, followed by a witch.

The steward wizard introduced to everyone, "Distinguished guests, this witch is the young princess of our Plutarch family, also a potion studies genius, and moreover won first place in the southeastern quadrant's apprentice-level potion studies competition."

"This test will be judged by her."

"Whether you are wizards who remain or wizards who regretfully depart, you are all guests of our Plutarch family. The potions brewed here can be taken away by yourselves, and the return tickets can also be paid for by our Plutarch family."

Alicia, wearing an amaranth red wide-sleeved wizard robe, walked down from the stairs with a serious expression. In the family, she wore a bloodline silver crown, and her entire appearance looked much more mature, with an added air of dignity.

After Alicia saw Locke among the crowd, she froze for a moment, made eye contact with him, then immediately walked toward the tray held in the steward wizard's hands, opened a bottle of potion, and began sniffing it carefully.

Alicia frowned slightly, clearly very dissatisfied with the quality of this potion. In fact, this could hardly be considered a potion at all, but merely mixing some materials together and trying to extract as much of the natural magical healing components from them as possible.

Drinking this kind of thing was not as convenient as directly chewing the medicinal materials.

Alicia shook her head slightly. In her view, although grandfather's test was somewhat abnormal, and for some reason, the evaluation criteria he required of her were also somewhat strange.

But even so, preparing a suitable healing potion from this pile of materials was not difficult.

Alicia swept her gaze over the pile of potion materials here, and several potion formulas that could be combined immediately appeared in her mind.

She sniffed several bottles of potions in succession, all while frowning and shaking her head. Then she picked up the potion bottle Santos had brewed, and after sniffing it and thinking for a moment, she still shook her head slightly.

Santos's expression changed, immediately becoming unpleasant.

Alicia then picked up the gourd-shaped potion bottle. She glanced at Locke, then began sniffing. "This is, you changed the formula of the Tanar'ri Hand Potion? And it's a secondary material. Replacing this kind of material can already be considered a major formula modification."

"It's only one step away from creating a new potion."

Core materials and secondary materials were the main body of the formula. Edge materials and auxiliary materials were generally changed more often by wizards.

Although both were formula modifications, the degree of modification when changing core materials and secondary materials was much higher than when changing edge materials and auxiliary materials.

Alicia opened the Fury of Flames Potion Locke had prepared. "Truly impressive. You added wood element magical flame to it, causing this potion to form a light-dark conflict, water-fire conflict, and death and life conflict."

"This way, its power can increase by more than half out of thin air."

Alicia nodded. She had always highly recognized Locke's strength in potion studies.

Especially these two works.

The formulas for both of these potions should have been the ones she gave to Locke a month ago. But who would have known that he only needed one month's time to improve two First Circle potion formulas of considerable level.

Over the next half hour, Alicia evaluated all the potions, then made her judgment.

She chose three potion masters to remain.

That is, out of the thirty-seven potion masters, only three could be selected to remain.

One of them was Locke, one was that young centaur potion master, and one was a human witch.

As for Santos from the Spiral Basin, his expression was ugly as he watched this scene. He was about to die of anger. "Are you kidding me? Foolish Plutarch family."

"Can these three people's potion studies abilities surpass mine in making healing potions? That stupid centaur too, is he even qualified? Can he even figure out where his hooves are when he sleeps at night!"

The young centaur wizard was also surprised by his own selection, completely beyond his expectations. When he saw how difficult the test question was, he directly gave up on himself and chose to make an elemental incense he was most skilled at.

That elemental incense could make people who smelled it have their bodies infused with elemental power, enhancing the four major elemental magics of wind, water, fire, and earth.

As a result, unexpectedly, this actually allowed him to pass.

Wizard Santos was so angry his face turned dark, and he turned to leave. "This is rigged, absolutely rigged. I am the wizard here with the deepest accumulation in healing potion studies. Not choosing me, but instead choosing those three wizards."

"Which of them prepared a healing potion? Among all the potions, only mine can barely be considered a healing potion."

Alicia said coldly to him, "Master Santos, please take your time leaving. But just now, Grand Wizard Sulla used the Illusion School's sound transmission technique to inform me that you are indeed not among the potion masters he has chosen."

"No matter how outstanding your talents may be, unfortunately, the Plutarch family does not need you. And if you continue to insult the Plutarch family, then you will be violating the laws established by the White Wizard Association of the Land of Six Towers."