In a corner of the apothecary lab, Ivan sat cross-legged on a wide chair, holding a glass bottle in his hand. The bottle contained a fiercely red potion that seemed to radiate heat, as if it was a small vial of volcanic lava.
He observed it for a few seconds and then poured the Bubbling Potion into his mouth, the liquid that touched his tongue was warm and slightly sweet.
As it slid down his throat, the potion noticeably grew hotter and hotter, finally turning into a surge of heat that settled in his stomach. Within two or three seconds, his entire body felt as though it was ignited, the increasingly scorching sensation making him extremely uncomfortable.
But he knew that this was a perfect opportunity to break through the 3rd Class apprentice threshold.
"No wonder it's called the 'Bubbling Potion.'"
Ivan quietly muttered to himself and then immersed his consciousness into his mental ocean, where his mental power also became active.
