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  [Item: Mana Stone.

  Grade: Intermediate.

  Description: A rare gemstohat radiates pure mana, the essential energy of mages. Found only in the Rising Fme ti, Mana Stones serve as vital resources fes.

  Finners, it gently increase their mana reserves, providing the foundation needed for their magical growth. When absorbed, it replenishes a mage's mana, strengthening their Magical core and f the formation of Circles within the heart.

  Intermediate-grade Mana Stones, like this one, possess a potency far beyond that of basic stones, refined, trated energy that resonates deeply within a mage's soul. While a treasured resource for those adept in magic, this stone remains fn—often votile—to cultivators.]

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  "An Intermediate Grade Mana Stone?" Reon murmured in shock, his fiightening around the gem.

  He had stumbled upon an incredible treasure—an Intermediate Grade Mana Stone, rare even in the Rising Fme ti.

  In that nd of mages, such stones were prized possessions, typically held only by the aristocratic families and highbores.

  For an ordinary mage, entering even a Low Grade Mana Stone would be a rarity, let alone one of Intermediate Grade.

  Spirit Stones and Mana Stones were scar all realms, mystical and mundane alike. For ordinary mortals, even glimpsing one of these stones was a near impossibility.

  Only the wealthiest or most iial among the Noble families, Aristocratic houses, Magic Tower, Royal bloodlines, Powerful Sects and Academies had the means to acquire them.

  While everyday society funed with Copper, Silver and Gold s as currency, the elite dealt in Spirit and Mana Stones, with each stone being a symbol of power, wealth, and status.

  Mana Stones and Spirit Stohemselves existed in a refined hierarchy, with each tier greatly surpassing the st in both quality and energy density.

  Starting from the lowest grade, they rose through tiers: Low Grade, on Grade, Intermediate Grade, Advanced Grade, Refined Grade, Superirade and The Highest Grade.

  Beyond even these, there existed exceedingly rare Stones, rumored to hold unimaginable power.

  These were treasure of legend, wielded only by the mightiest beings or the rulis at the pinnacle of the world.

  Each grade held expoial worth over the previous. One hundred Low Grade Stones were required to match the energy of a single on Grade Stone, and likewise, one hundred on Grade Stones equaled the potency of a siermediate Stone.

  This sg tinued, creating a clear and unbridgeable gap between those who could only dream of such power and those who trolled it.

  Reo a surge of exhiration. In his hand was the equivalent of ten thousand Low Grade Mana Stones—an astounding fortune.

  This amount would be a year's ine, or more, for even a Vist family within the Rising Fme ti.

  And here he was, holding what they could only yearn for, a resource capable of accelerating his growth and opening new paths of discovery.

  He recalled that even the protagonist of the novel, despite being born into a High oble Family, had not possessed Intermediate Grade Spirit Sto the beginning of his journey.

  He had to fight his way through tless trials, struggling with only the most basic resources, to reach the power he desired.

  Reon, by parison, had nded a stroke of pure fortune—an advahat could reshape his path forward.

  As he held the Mana Stos energy hummed, as if sensing the tent mana within him, waiting to be unlocked.

  The possibilities it offered filled him with anticipatio he also felt the weight of the unknown mysteries it brought.

  In his hand y the potential for true power, and perhaps, the ao questions that y just beyond his reach.

  Reohe Intermediate Grade Mana Stone carefully into his System Iory.

  This jouro the Mystic Evergreen Forest had been incredibly fruitful. Not only had he signifitly increased his strength, but he'd also acquired a rare Mana Stone, a prize of notable value.

  With his newfound power and Cloudia by his side, he felt fident that he could now rival the top disciples of the Outer Sect—or perhaps even take on some of the low-ranking Inner Sect disciples.

  Just as Reon was about to move on, a low, rumbling sound echoed through the quiet cave.

  "Grooowl…"

  Cloudia sprang into a defeance, her muscles tensed and hackles raised. But Reon quickly reassured her with a chuckle and a wave of his hand. It was only the sound of his stomach.

  After an intetle with the Ironcw Direwolf, he'd pushed himself to the very edge of his abilities and now felt a deep, gnawing hunger.

  Looking down at the Direwolf's massive form, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of anticipation. Wolf fry, he thought, envisioning a hot, savory meal.

  But first, he o recover his energy. Reon took out a Grade-1 Healing Pill from his Spatial Ring, the smooth green-and-gold pill glinting faintly as he swallowed it.

  Almost immediately, he felt a rush of restored Spiritual Qi, his strength replenished just enough to let him work.

  With his Spiritual Qi flowing agaiivated his Sword Aura, which had now reached the Pinage.