A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 29 Thanks to My Years of Hard Study

"So? Have you come up with an idea?"

Meow Leon jumped onto the table, staring at him with wide, expectant eyes.

Lorne shook his head slightly:

"not yet."

He didn't rush to show his confidence, knowing that he shouldn't be too boastful before he truly succeeded, otherwise it would create too many unnecessary expectations.

But he did have some ideas just now.

The spiritual consciousness of cultivators seems to be born with the attributes of keen observation, understanding the Dao, and exploring the origin.

He had already experienced this when his consciousness was first born; with a cursory glance, he could clearly see even the dust in the air.

Now, as he probed the crimson gold with his spiritual sense, he actually "saw" some of the internal structure of the crimson gold, with complex and intertwined patterns, like countless tiny runes naturally engraved in the metal.

Could this be... a microstructure?

My goodness! My spiritual sense is amazing! It can even see at the molecular and atomic levels!

My consciousness is a microscope!

Before he could even be shocked for two seconds, Lorne realized something was wrong.

Hmm, it doesn't seem that detailed yet. For example, he didn't see a neat lattice structure, or polygons arranged neatly like a honeycomb.

It seems that spiritual awareness at the Qi Refining stage isn't that extraordinary.

However, the feeling of almost seeing the microscopic structure of the magical material gave him a strange feeling.

Professor Mérené once said in his class that everything in the world is an element, and the element is magic.

For example, the element of lightning.

So, can magic conductivity also be understood as electrical conductivity?

Of course, there are definitely differences between the two, and they cannot be directly equated.

For example, pure gold has a higher electrical conductivity than this so-called "red gold," reaching 70%, but in terms of magic conductivity, red gold can reach 94%. This difference may come from the matching degree of microstructure and properties.

If we could find a formula that allows other magical materials to be mixed together to mimic the microstructure of pure gold, would it be possible to replace pure gold?

This conjecture greatly excited him, and he felt constantly grateful for the sixteen years of hard study he had endured in his previous life.

Of course, there are still a few questions that need to be answered.

The first question is, "What exactly is the microstructure of pure gold?"

Although he doesn't have a microscope now, his spiritual awareness is not at the level of a microscope.

But magicians can!

They rely on mental power to influence the elements, which is a precise control over the microscopic level. In this respect, magicians do have an advantage over cultivators.

"Senior Cat?"

"Meow? What?"

Meow Leon was squatting next to a crucible, idly scooping up an unknown mixture of liquid with its paws. Hearing this, it looked up blankly.

"Can your mental strength clearly see the details of this piece of pure gold? You mean the most minute structure?"

He tried to describe it in simple language, even using gestures:

"How... is it arranged in this shape?"

It took Meow Leon a lot of effort to understand what he meant, and he hesitated somewhat:

"I guess so... but this is a skill that only mid-level mages can master. I'm only at the beginner level in magic right now, so I can only see a little bit clearly."

"A little bit is enough."

Lorne pushed it: "Hurry up, you can't just lie there and enjoy yourself."

Meow Leon grumbled as he walked toward the red gold ingot, squatted down in front of the table, placed his front paws on the edge of the ingot, squinted his eyes, and a very weak spiritual force emanated from between his eyebrows, carefully seeping into the metal.

Lorne waited quietly.

After about a dozen breaths, Meow Leon withdrew his mental energy, shook his head, as if he had just run 800 meters:

"I'm exhausted. This thing is a mess inside, I can't see it very clearly, but I can roughly sense that it's like a bunch of small cubes stacked together, neatly arranged..."

Lorne fell into deep thought.

Small cubes... piled together...

Body-centered cube.

Got it, metals arranged in a body-centered cubic lattice have good ductility and electrical conductivity, which in the magical world corresponds to "magic conductivity".

But the question is, what kind of alloy can form a body-centered cubic structure?

Moreover, it also needs to be inexpensive and convenient.

The long-lost knowledge of university began to assault him: copper and zinc, in different proportions, will form different crystal lattice structures. When the zinc content is less than 35%, it is face-centered cubic, and when the zinc content reaches about 50%, it will form body-centered cubic, but it will break easily.

To achieve a stable state, a ratio of 41% is most suitable. It has extremely poor conductivity, but meets the requirements for magic conductivity.

He glanced around and thank goodness, the alchemy workshop had both of these things. No wonder it was the largest chain alchemy workshop in the entire continent.

"Senior, go get those two kinds, um, copper and white copper, right?" He read the text and patted Meow Leon's head.

"Find one of each, and make sure the quantities are the same."

Meow Leon looked bewildered: "What are you going to do? Make soup?"

"You don't want to earn academic credits by doing experiments?"

Without saying a word, Senior Cat dashed out.

A moment later, it returned carrying a copper ingot and a zinc ingot, placing them steadily on the worktable without even panting.

"Is that enough? Would you like some more?"

That's enough.

Lorne picked up the two pieces of metal, walked to a workbench, placed them on a balance scale, and carefully weighed them, adjusting them to a precise ratio of 41% to 59%.

Before I knew it, several people had gathered around me.

Lorne looked up and was caught off guard to see a delicate face right in front of him, and his eyes lit up.

This senior student is so beautiful, with a wheatish complexion, exotic features, and light freckles. Her two reddish-brown braids are glossy.

Their eyes met, and Lorne looked away somewhat awkwardly.

"Is your senior from the Alchemy Workshop?"

He noticed that this senior was shorter than the average human girl, and there was a ring hanging from the end of her braid, which was a symbol of the dwarf race.

Moreover, since I haven't seen her during the admissions test, she must be a senior student.

The exotic-looking senior student responded brightly, smiling as she said:

"My name is Amber. I'm an exchange student from the Alchemy Academy, a third-year student."

The Alchemy Academy—he'd heard of it before; a specialized institution for alchemists among the dwarves, commonly known as a junior college. Lorne felt a deep sense of respect.

"Then I'll trouble Senior Amber to help me start the fire."

"Okay!"

Amber displayed the straightforwardness typical of dwarves, making no excuses. She immediately rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the bellows handle, and the iron rings on her braid jingled.

"Whatever temperature you name, that's the temperature!"

"Dark red with an orange tint, not bright red."

"Okay!"

Amber's hands steadily pulled the bellows, and the fire rose evenly under her control, the flames changing from orange to reddish-orange, finally stabilizing in a delicate range between dark red and bright red.

Lorne stared intently at the changes in the liquid surface through the observation hole. The metal was melting at high temperatures, and the yellow molten metal was churning in the crucible.

To be honest, he hadn't done this kind of work in a long time, and he was a little nervous.

"Turn off the fire!"