Chapter 18: Disciple

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Chen Fei recalled the scene he had just witnessed in his sea of consciousness. It was a chaotic starry ocean—there was no starlight, only an endless, misty expanse resembling an enormous cauldron standing firmly in the void.

“There was no starlight at all!” Chen Fei shook his head. What he saw was a hazy, boundless starry sky.

“Not even one?” Su Ran looked at him in surprise.

“None!” Chen Fei confirmed with a nod.

“I’ll try to find another way for you,” Su Ran sighed helplessly.

Sensing the disappointment in her expression, Chen Fei immediately understood something and said, “Miss Su, didn’t you say I already have the foundation of a Spell Spirit Master?”

“Your foundation is too weak, almost nonexistent,” Su Ran explained. “Normally, even someone with the worst talent would be able to sense at least one starlight after opening their sea of consciousness.”

“Miss Su, what if what I saw was a misty light?” Chen Fei asked tentatively.

Although he didn’t see any starlight, he had seen a vast, indistinct light mist, like an enlarged version of the Void Heaven Cauldron within him.

“Impossible!” Su Ran chuckled. “Starlight transforming into mist is an unfathomable phenomenon. Forget about the first awakening of the sea of consciousness—even many Spell Spirit Masters may never reach that level in their entire lives.”

“Why?” Chen Fei continued to ask.

“Don’t tell me you actually saw a mist of light in your sea of consciousness?” Su Ran’s voice carried a tone of disbelief.

“Hazy, I’m not sure,” Chen Fei explained.

Hearing this, Su Ran was completely stunned, staring at him in silence for a long time before finally saying, “If what you say is true, we can confirm it with a simple test.”

Then, Su Ran taught him a mental technique and instructed him to follow its method.

Chen Fei did as he was told and finally whispered a single word—”Form!”

In an instant, he felt as if something had been drawn out of his mind. Suddenly, a blazing flame appeared before his eyes.

Boom!

The fire burst, sending sparks flying. The embers landed on the quilt and Su Ran’s clothes, igniting them instantly—burning even faster than gasoline.

Chen Fei was startled and almost instinctively tried to put out the fire. However, Su Ran was much quicker, swiftly extinguishing the flames from her clothes and the bedding.

The quilt was almost entirely burned away, and most of Su Ran’s clothes had also been scorched, exposing a vast expanse of snow-white skin.

Chen Fei was left dumbfounded, his body reacting involuntarily.

“My god!”

“You’re actually a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius among Spell Spirit Masters!”

Su Ran was so shocked by Chen Fei’s talent that she completely ignored the embarrassing scene beneath the tattered bedding.

Chen Fei quickly adjusted his sitting posture to cover up the awkwardness and asked in confusion, “What just happened? I felt a wave of heat.”

“The technique I just taught you was the Fireball Spell. You instinctively cast it.”

“I will now teach you a method to cultivate your spiritual power and a few more spells.”

“Practice diligently. If the opportunity arises in the future, I will take you somewhere to further your studies.”

Su Ran hadn’t expected Chen Fei to be such a rare genius in spellcasting.

With patience, she guided him step by step—first training his spiritual power, then its application, and finally, the casting of spells.

Before they knew it, dawn had arrived.

“That’s enough for now. You can practice the rest on your own.” Su Ran seemed quite satisfied with her newfound “disciple.”

In just one night, Chen Fei had opened his sea of consciousness and even cast spells. Although his spellcasting was still a little clumsy, with practice, he would soon be able to wield them effortlessly.

“Are you heading back to the mines again?” Chen Fei asked, reluctant to see her leave.

Su Ran stopped, glanced back at him, and said, “Chen Fei, work hard on your cultivation. Qin Shuang will regret abandoning you.”

Chen Fei wanted to say something, but Su Ran had already walked out the door.

“Qin Shuang?”

Chen Fei shook his head indifferently. That woman was nothing compared to Su Ran.

Closing the door, he sat cross-legged on the bed once more.

“Su Ran’s technique is indeed refined, but compared to my Ten Thousand Paths Technique, it’s no match.”

“She probably can’t even imagine that, for me, spellcasting works completely differently from what she taught.”

“My spells must be channeled through the Void Heaven Cauldron to unleash their full potential.”

Chen Fei grinned.

The Nourishing Essence Pill had not only opened his sea of consciousness and allowed him to become a Spell Spirit Master, but it had also pushed him to the peak of the First Stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

At this stage, combined with his martial arts skills and beast abilities, he was confident he was invincible among those of the same level.

Now, with spellcasting as an additional advantage, he had truly become a force to be reckoned with.

That morning, Miao Yue brought him breakfast and informed him that tomorrow was the City Lord’s Mansion’s founding celebration, to which both he and Su Ran had been invited.

Her task today was to take him shopping for suitable attire—after all, she didn’t want her lady to lose face because of his appearance.

Hearing this, Chen Fei found it amusing. In Huangwu City, his reputation had long been reduced to a joke because of Qin Shuang’s betrayal.

No matter how he dressed, to the people of Huangwu City, he was still that blind, abandoned failure.

“That’s different,” Miao Yue said with righteous indignation. “If you dress poorly and look unkempt, people will think my lady mistreats her husband.”

“Alright, I’ll follow your lead,” Chen Fei nodded.

After breakfast, the two left the Su residence and spent the entire morning shopping.

Miao Yue did her best to dress him up, but she still felt that something was missing.

She kept glancing at his eyes. No matter what kind of eye covering she chose, she still felt dissatisfied—his empty gaze always seemed to unsettle her.

Chen Fei noticed this.

Even Miao Yue, someone loyal to Su Ran, still harbored reservations about his blindness.

If even she felt this way, what about Su Ran?

Tomorrow, he would accompany Su Ran to the City Lord’s celebration as her husband. Almost all the prominent figures of Huangwu City would be present.

If someone deliberately mocked his appearance and past misfortunes to humiliate Su Ran, it would undoubtedly bring shame upon her.

“Miao Yue, you head back first. I need to buy something,” Chen Fei said.

“What do you need, young master?” she asked curiously.

Chen Fei didn’t explain but simply turned and walked away.

Miao Yue wanted to follow, but he stopped her.

“No need to come along. I want to give Miss Su a surprise.”

“A surprise?”

Miao Yue was puzzled but, seeing his determination, chose not to insist.