Just as Nelly was in a daze, Liszt guessed, "The young mayor had most likely joined a powerful clan after he left Vader City. Moreover, his status in that clan isn't low as well, which is why he was able to casually take out so many priceless items."
The priceless items Liszt was talking about were, of course, the pile of potions and the tier 4 magical killing formation.
At this moment, Nelly suddenly smiled. "This kid has grown up."
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Liszt turned to look outside.
The magic veins in Nelly's body had not yet recovered and therefore he could not sense the flow of magic in the air, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Liszt said, "Mayor, someone is breaking through to Tier 4. Looking at the direction where the magical power is gathering, it seems to be where the young mayor lives."
In a room, Laylen was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his expression solemn.
In front of him, there was a mountain of magic ores.
The reason why his expression had changed so much in the mayor's bedroom was that he had sensed an opportunity to break through.
The surrounding magic gathered and revolved around him. When he was circulating the spell, the magic flowed through his pores and filled up every inch of his magic veins.
Inside Laylen's body, booming sounds could be heard. The surface of his body continuously spewed out the purest vaporized magic power, and there were even traces of black impurities mixed within.
The surrounding magic power continued to gather and fuse into Laylen's body. It was as if there was a huge river flowing within his body with surging tides, giving off a threatening aura.
However, only Laylen himself could hear the sounds of this river.
"Is the young mayor breaking through?" Countless people could feel the change in the magic power in the air. They all turned their gazes towards Laylen's direction.
However, the breakthrough seemed to take up a lot of magic. The flowers and plants around them, as well as the two special herb fields that Nelly had specially created in the mayor's manor, were all withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This scared the guards guarding the herb fields so much that they hurriedly ran over to Liszt to report.
Boom!
After an unknown amount of time, Laylen slowly opened his eyes.
At this time, he could feel that his power had undergone a qualitative change.
Not only could his senses see and sense the tiny objects around him, but he could even see the magic flowing in the air.
His perception of the world had changed along with that of his magic.
"Phew -- this is the ninth time I've experienced the power and ability of a tier 4 expert." Laylen sighed faintly.
His eyes were filled with nostalgia. This was the difference in power between a tier 3 and a tier 4.
Including this time, he had already experienced such a difference nine times.
However, Laylen's gaze quickly became firm. He instantly turned the magic in his body into a blade and destroyed all the newly opened magic veins that were of tier 4.
He then spat out a mouthful of blood and destroyed his own magic veins. Not only would this method injure him, but at the same time, his power would also drop back to the peak of tier 3 from that of early tier 4.
His senses were also rapidly decreasing in their sharpness and perceptive capabilities.
"What kind of strange origin technique is this nameless origin technique that the fifth master had given me? It actually requires people to continuously self-destruct their own magic veins after breaking through to tier 4, nine times in a row. Isn't this just self-torture?" Laylen muttered softly.
Who would continuously self-destruct their magic veins after breaking through from tier 3 to tier 4?
Following that, Laylen took out a pure black pill from his interspatial ring.
Under the sunlight, the surface of the pill emitted seven-colored streams of light. Just smelling the aura emitted by the pill was enough to make one feel refreshed.
If there was a tier 5 expert here, the expert would definitely try to snatch the pill at all costs.
A blood pill.
It was a Saint-level pill.
A blood pill could wash away all the hidden injuries in the body below the saint level. Regardless of how severe the external or internal injuries were, regardless of any hidden injuries that could not be cured, as long as a blood pill was used. It would be able to completely recover.
The appearance of every blood pill would cause a huge commotion as they were very rare. No one knew and believed that a small city at the border of a Kingdom that did not even have a tier 4 apothecary would have a saint-level pill.
Looking at the blood pill, Laylen did not hesitate and immediately swallowed it.
At the same time, he circulated his magic power and quickly absorbed the pill.
After the pill melted in his body, it turned into a clear flow that flowed toward the destroyed magic power veins and began to nourish the wound.
The originally bloody and mangled magic veins recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Phew!" after doing all this, Laylen heaved a long sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "This is already the ninth time. The next time I advance to tier 4, there would be no need to self-destruct my magic veins again."
In fact, he also understood that self-destructing the tier 4 magic veins had its uses.
Among all the major tiers, the third one was very important. It would heavily impact one's future cultivation.
Although tiers 2 and 3 were not considered powerful yet, they were laying the foundation for one to achieve tier 5 and above.
When a person advanced to tier 4, his future cultivation would be based on his body at tier 4.
This was also why the fifth master had asked Laylen to continuously self-destruct his magic veins and cultivate again whenever he could break through to tier 4.
Every time he reached tier 4 again, his body and magic veins would be further strengthened.
The current individuals of tier 5 and above were all relatively weak.
There were very few of them that had the power of those from ancient times. Only some clans with a long heritage had power that was comparable to the people from ancient times.
After all, modern clans pursued speed in their magic cultivation and did not care about their own foundation, as they did not understand old ways.
In addition, there was a gap between the origin spells that they had learned. This led many people to only pay attention to what their magic appeared to be. They felt that as long as they reached the specific tier, their strength would naturally be there as well.
Only those races with long-standing histories, such as elves, dragons, or some smarter humans, would allow their younger generation to focus on training themselves when they reached tier 3, instead of desperately trying to advance to tier 4.
Laylen had once stepped into tier 4 nine times, and he had also self-destructed his veins nine times. Now, regardless of whether it was his body or veins, he had received nine baptisms, and his physique was incomparably strong.
Moreover, after experiencing nine baptisms, whether it was in terms of quality or quantity, his magic far surpassed that of people of the same tier.
This was also why when he killed those of the same tier, it was so easy for him.
Across the entire eastern continent, there were very few young people of the same tier who could fight Laylen for an extended period of time.