School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start Chapter 157 -157-Consuming Celestial Inferno

Celestial Inferno is unlike rainwater; the mont it touches the ground, it vanishes completely, dissolving into the fabric of the world.

It seeps into the earth, forming various arcanergy-infused ores and veins of tal.

However, these ores and veins are elusive, their paths unpredictable.

The only certainty is the present mont to grasp.

Erin moved quickly, utilizing nurous empty vials from her ring, perfectly suited for the task.

In no ti, she had arranged over twenty vials for collection.

Berkeley and Isaac returned at this mont.

Holding banana leaves in their hands, they too collected Celestial Inferno, shouting, "My lord, this is Celestial Inferno, a treasure from the heavens. Quickly, gather it with containers."

However, seeing the twenty or so vials Owen had already arranged, a look of embarrassnt crossed their faces.

Lacking sufficient containers, they resorted to using leaves for collection.

Berkeley, determined, pulled out an arcanergy potion, tipping it into the air above to funnel and collect Celestial Inferno.

Isaac looked helpless.

Who would think to carry so many bottles and jars on an outing? Left with no other choice, he did his best to gather it with leaves.

Standing inside the tent, the two n and two dragons watched as the delicate strands of Celestial Inferno fell like rain.

Berkeley remarked, "The last appearance of Celestial Inferno was five hundred years ago. Its reappearance is a good on."

Owen, only vaguely familiar with the substance, inquired, "How so?"

"Celestial Inferno significantly enhances the concentration of arcanergy particles in the environnt, benefiting the cultivation of all beings," Berkeley explained.

"As you are aware, the decline in arcanergy particles has made cultivation increasingly challenging."

"Is that so?" Owen admitted to not having such an insight.

Berkeley’s mouth twitched, and with a forced smile, he said, "My lord is the saint of dragons, with countless resources at your disposal. Naturally, you wouldn’t feel the scarcity in this aspect."

Owen realized then that his unique situation had led to his misunderstanding.

When it ca to cultivation, he used arcanergy potions almost incessantly, never worrying about money.

Resources were readily available to him, not to ntion he also possessed the Heart of the Ocean.

For Owen, resources were rely a number.

However, for the vast majority of beings struggling on the continent, cultivation was imnsely difficult.

They had to think long and hard before using even a single appropriate arcanergy potion—a potion they might save up for a year or two to buy.

"Do you know the origin of Celestial Inferno?" Owen asked softly.

He had seen records in the library, but none explained its source.

Berkeley shook his head, "I don’t know, and I’d like to find out. The essence of Celestial Inferno is arcanergy particles coalescing into a mass. Such imnse arcanergy falling from the sky is truly incomprehensible."

Owen looked up at the sky, where the sun shone brightly, unaffected by Celestial Inferno: "Perhaps it’s a gift from the gods?"

"Hmm, very likely," Berkeley humd in agreent.

Isaac, beside them, was overjoyed, murmuring, "Ancient texts record that a fresh drop of Celestial Inferno is equivalent to ten days of cultivation. Such a divine gift, bestowed upon the land without reservation, could only co from the magnanimity of gods."

Berkeley added, "It’s not just the benefits to cultivation; it can even alter a being’s constitution, nourish the essence—there are countless benefits."

Owen fell silent, simply staring at the Celestial Inferno in a daze.

This wasn’t the focus; with such a rare opportunity, he needed to be greedy and seize as much as possible.

Trying to contain his excitent, Owen soon felt sothing was amiss: it was too scarce.

After a long wait, he only felt a slight coolness on his face as a tiny bit of Celestial Inferno landed on him.

At this rate, not to ntion filling half a potion bottle, it wouldn’t even cover the bottom of one.

Owen was greatly disappointed.

Suddenly, Berkeley’s eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrowed, focusing intently on a leaf.

He quickly moved forward, with Isaac following closely behind.

A fierce argunt broke out between them.

"I saw it first."

"No, I did."

The object of their dispute was a piece of Celestial Inferno the size of a little fingernail.

The Celestial Inferno falling from the sky was mostly as fine as rain, but a few rare pieces condensed into a jelly-like state, half green and half white, resembling jade paste.

Celestial Inferno naturally stirs restlessness among beings, and now an argunt easily ignited their tempers.

Owen had to intervene, splitting the fingernail-sized Celestial Inferno in two, handing a piece to each.

The mountain forest, usually quiet at night, began to stir.

Previously sleeping birds stretched their wings towards the sky, joining in the noisy chatter with their neighbors, competing for a bit more Celestial Inferno.

Even dormant frogs and snakes slithered out, tumbling over the underbrush, trying to rub the Celestial Inferno from the grass onto themselves.

The entire mountain seed to co alive.

In the presence of Celestial Inferno, no creature could remain calm.

The Celestial Inferno shower lasted for over two hours before ceasing entirely, never to be seen again.

Owen leaped into the air, landing on a tree to scrape Celestial Inferno from the leaves.

During this process, nurous spellbeasts attempted to disturb Owen, with close calls involving snake and scorpion bites twice.

Unperturbed, Owen released his dragon’s might, causing the surrounding spellbeasts to tremble with fear, even the ancient tree he climbed quivered.

In an instant, spellbeasts within several kiloters were cleared out.

This, in turn, facilitated the efforts of Berkeley and Isaac, who mimicked Owen’s actions.

Though Celestial Inferno only fell for two hours, everyone spent the entire night awake, pondering how to collect it more effectively.

As the sun rose, the warm sunlight, like the yolk of an egg, illuminated the ground and the woods.

Once touched by sunlight, the remaining Celestial Inferno instantly turned into white vapor and vanished without a trace.

Owen fared okay, but Isaac and Berkeley sighed in frustration, lanting their lack of agility which cost them precious ti.

Back at the camp, Erin asked, "Master, how much did you collect?" Owen shook the vial in his hand, "Not enough for a single gulp." It was only half full, far too little.

Erin, smiling, said, "To encounter it once in five hundred years is already a great fortune."

She seed quite content, having not made much effort to collect it earlier, indicating she didn’t pursue her own cultivation too aggressively.

Owen raised an eyebrow and asked, "How do you plan to use the Celestial Inferno?"

"I have a formula to brew Celestial Inferno elixir," Erin revealed, sticking out her tender tongue, "I’ve already consud it."

Celestial Inferno is sothing that stirs the deepest cravings in your heart, much like a person starved for seven days suddenly beholding a feast of delicacies, or a traveler crossing the desert and finding an oasis.

It’s a deep-seated desire, impossible to resist.

"No wonder you look so radiant," Owen teased, "you little glutton."

Erin’s skin was already fair, but after consuming Celestial Inferno, her complexion glowed with a rosy hue, like a ripe little apple, utterly adorable.

She squird and said, "I couldn’t help it!"

Owen placed the vial in front of Erin, "Would you help refine it?"

Erin swallowed hard and quickly shook her head, "No, I’m afraid I’ll end up consuming it."

It wasn’t a joke.

Owen nodded understandingly, "Alright, I’ll do it myself."

Naturally, consuming Celestial Inferno directly wouldn’t be as effective as refining it into an elixir.

Taking the extra step to refine it could significantly enhance one’s cultivation, making it entirely worthwhile.

Erin reminded him again, "The effects of Celestial Inferno only last for twelve hours, master, so you should hurry."

From the previous day to the morning, almost seven to eight hours had already passed.

Owen nodded and began to prepare, refining the potion.

The process was remarkably straightforward.

They weren’t lacking in alchemy equipnt, and Erin carried herbs with her, so they got to work imdiately.

Under Erin’s guidance, Owen quickly refined the Celestial Inferno elixir.

It was a light golden, viscous liquid, resembling syrup that had been boiled and then cooled.

It was only about a third of a palm in size.

He placed the "syrup" in his mouth, and the intense fragrance exploded on his taste buds, fulfilling the long-awaited satisfaction of every cell in his body.

That feeling... was exhilarating.

Owen felt as if his soul was soaring, his entire being relaxed as though he had not slept for seven days and nights, then suddenly collapsed into a deep, satisfying sleep.

The effects of Celestial Inferno were indeed extraordinary.

Already a master-tier, Owen’s body still experienced a sensation of being as light as a feather, as if he had advanced once more—quite noticeably.

"Is it working this quickly?" Owen asked, puzzled.

Erin, covering her mouth with a laugh, said, "Celestial Inferno is like that, a divine gift from the heavens, naturally possessing wondrous qualities."

Soon after, Berkeley and Isaac appeared, both stretching lazily with smiles on their faces.

Isaac excitedly announced, "My diamond barrier has finally felt a stir. In one or two months, I’ll be able to break through to the diamond-tier."

Isaac was previously at the gold-tier, already considered a prodigy at the Grand Magus Academy.

However, Owen’s talent was too strong, further amplified by the dragons’ dual blessings, making him seem exceptionally unique.