Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

"You want to see them? Well, that's good. They should meet you."

Ulysses was slightly surprised, but upon second thought, he realized that Richard meeting these subhuman wizards would be beneficial.

At the very least, it could stabilize these little guys' psychological state.

Spiritual power and psychology are two different things. Even when a child is infused with soul essence to become a wizard, their mind remains that of a child.

When facing setbacks, even if they have the ability to resolve them, they will cry out for their mother.

But these subhuman wizards at the Sub-human Wizard Research Institute inherently lack a parental role in their growth.

While nurturers occupy these roles to some extent, nurturers and parents are entirely different.

Not to mention, Richard is explicitly a "father" in the education of subhuman wizards.

Therefore, the psychological state of these subhuman wizards is quite problematic.

This issue might gradually disappear as they grow, but it could also persist like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

As Richard is nominally their "father," meeting them and showing some "fatherly love" would greatly aid in their psychological development.

Ulysses opened a space rift, and after traversing it, he and the bird arrived at the Immortal Country.

Over years of development, the Immortal Country has now become entirely "alchemy"-ized.

On the streets, in the sky, on the ocean, and even underground, shadows of alchemy equipment are everywhere.

Although after connecting with wizards, the military technology of the Floating City Research Institute and Holy Academy has fallen behind significantly.

It's only in "goblin alchemy" and Daoist Text Technology, areas where wizards have no foundational research, that they manage to keep pace.

But in civilian technology, the expertise of the two institutes surpasses that of the Wizard World by a large margin.

No wonder, the wizards at the Tesla Research Institute have been studying military magic equipment to an obsessive degree.

Their designs for civilian alchemy machinery can be slightly altered to serve as military machines.

As civilian machinery, this is a huge waste of resources, and using them is excessively dangerous.

In Richard's observations, goblins and werewolves are exporting large quantities of civilian equipment to the Wizard World. The construction teams of these two races are roaming through the Alchemy World and Resource World, improving the living conditions for local wizards.

Currently, the treatment of these two races has equaled that of wizard clans, even surpassing them in many areas.

Capability, demand, and background—creatures like these never face bad treatment anywhere.

The location of the subhuman wizard project is Immortal Continent, so he and the bird passed through a Teleportation Gate to reach the inner layer of the Immortal Country—Immortal.

"Why did you put the research institute here?"

Looking at the Supreme Sect beneath his feet, Richard's face showed a hint of surprise.

Currently, Supreme Sect is not only inhabited by dragon people, but also a batch of humanoid creatures with beast ears and wolf tails.

Judging by the wizard robes these creatures wear, it's obvious they are the subhuman wizards he cultivated.

"Caw, because it's perfectly suitable." Ulysses glared at Richard, "The Daoist Text Enchantment here is quite good. The werewolves' Daoist Text engineering team repaired this place, and many Daoist Text Enchantments have been reactivated.

Building a research institute not only wastes resources but is also time-consuming and laborious. Since the place was idle, it's better to use it directly."

"Is that so," Richard chuckled, "Looks like the werewolves' Daoist Text technology research is going smoothly."

Descending from the sky, Richard arrived at the main hall of the Supreme Sect.

As the major steward of the Supreme Sect, Old Cloud was already standing at the main hall, welcoming Richard back.

"Welcome back, Sect Leader."

Richard waved his hand, indicating Old Dragon Man not to be too formal. Then his eyes suddenly fell on Old Cloud's face.

On this old World Master's face, he could see a genuine joy.

This joy wasn't something he had seen before.

"Old Cloud, did something happy happen to you?"

Old Cloud chuckled in response, "The revival of the Supreme Sect naturally brings joy to this lowly servant."

The arrival of subhuman wizards genuinely delighted this old dragon man. He could tell that these little ones were receiving civilization-level basic education.

Although they look quite immature now, with diligent study, they would surely be able to inherit the Dao techniques of the Supreme Sect in time.

Inheritance is the top priority of a sect.

A sect without successors, no matter how strong, is short-lived.

"Are these little ones researching Daoist Texts?"

Richard was slightly curious. The amount of knowledge he sent back over the years was substantial, and even for ordinary wizards, it takes decades to learn.

Not to mention, wizard knowledge demands both learning and extensive practice.

To study Daoist Texts at this time, does it mean there are geniuses among these subhuman wizards?

"There aren't any." Old Cloud shook his head slightly.

"As the clan members of the Sect Leader, they naturally must first master the foundational skills. The inheritance of the Supreme Sect... is not urgent.

When they grow up, there will naturally be someone to carry on."

Richard smiled, "You take it lightly."

After exchanging greetings, Old Cloud used the unique dragon man sound transmission technique to announce Richard's arrival to the entire sect.

In an instant, all the Sub-human Wizards, no matter what they were doing, stopped.

They almost simultaneously looked towards the direction of the Supreme Sect's main hall, their eyes full of disbelief.

"Has Father come?"

"Has my Father finally come to see me?"

"Zero two three, hurry up and finish, Father is here!"

...

Without any orders, all the Sub-human Wizards made their most instinctual decision at that moment—to put down what they were doing and head to the main hall.

Although they were already adults, long-term education made them harbor complex emotions towards Richard, this "Father".

In their education, Richard was majestic. He was the lighthouse, the sun, the savior of all things.

Faith in Richard was the foundation for every Sub-human Wizard.

But likewise, as the occupier of the "Father" role, they also inevitably harbored resentment towards Richard for not appearing in decades.

These complex emotions intertwined, making each Sub-human Wizard's view of Richard differ.

However, these were just the initial challenges.

Once the number of Sub-human Wizards increased enough to form a Sub-human Wizard Society,

these problems would no longer exist.

In the main hall, Richard used spiritual power to observe these Sub-human Wizards. The human part within these wizards originated from him—or rather, his past self.

In these wizards, Richard always saw some shadows of himself.

And as the Sub-human Wizards gathered, Richard suddenly felt a vague sense, feeling that there seemed to be some kind of connection between him and these Sub-human Wizards.

"Bloodline connection? No, my bloodline now has nothing to do with humans at all, it can't be a bloodline connection."

Although his current bloodline still had a human part, this part had long been devoured by the Abyss Evolution Tree, becoming part of the Abyss Evolution Tree's lineage.

He had no connection with human bloodlines whatsoever.

"If it's not a bloodline connection, then what is this connection? A connection in mysticism?"

Although the vast majority of mysticism is concocted lies by frauds, there are indeed some things in mysticism that are almost like physical laws.

Among them, the study of connections, as a fundamental discipline of fate studies, is a discipline based on reality.

As one walks through the world, they inevitably form connections with other things. The path of curses relies on these connections.

And it was normal for these Sub-human Wizards to form a connection in mysticism due to his appearance.

The gathering of Sub-human Wizards grew larger and larger, and after years of cultivation, even after many were screened out, there were nearly fifty thousand of them.

And as they gathered, the connection that Richard felt became increasingly pronounced.

Conversely, at this moment, these Sub-human Wizards also felt that subtle connection.

By the time these people gathered outside the grand hall, that connection finally became clear.

Looking at the outside of the hall, Richard murmured to himself, "How is this possible?"

...

The meeting proceeded smoothly, with Richard walking among these Sub-human Wizards, a gentle smile on his face.

He communicated with these wizards, asking about their lives, imparting experiences to them, telling them what the Wizard World was like, and what he was doing.

All of this he did naturally, not acting, with all actions coming from the heart.

Although it was his first time meeting the adult Sub-human Wizards, it was as if he had watched these wizards grow up, with not the slightest hint of unfamiliarity.

Soon, tears emerged.

Richard, like a peninsula sun, wherever he went, there was a group of people happily crying.

The meeting lasted for three days, during which Richard met with all the Sub-human Wizards.

After this meeting ended, Richard returned to the main hall, a touch of trance on his face.

"Ulysses, is this how you used to feel?"

"Gah? What are you talking about? There are loads of Annihilation Crows, I can't do what you do and meet them all one by one."

"No, no, no," Richard waved his hand, "I mean that feeling. These wizards give me a very peculiar feeling.

You tell me, what conditions are required for the birth of a new race?"

"Gah, why are you asking this?" Ulysses asked in bewilderment, "Could it be that your Life Editing has evolved, and you're planning to create a race yourself?"

"That's not it either." Richard shook his head, with a trace of incredibility on his face.

"But I say, I really have created a race. Do you believe me?"

"Gah? When did this happen, why don't I know?"

Ulysses looked puzzled, such a thing as creating a race, Richard couldn't have concealed it from him, nor could it have escaped his notice.

Richard pointed outside the hall, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

"You've already seen them. Those Sub-human Wizards, they are a new race."

"And I, am their Clan Ancestor."