Chapter 74

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Chapter 74: Coach, I Want to Learn Magic

The process of the fireball rising and extinguishing was not long, and along with it, the body that had been warmed up quickly cooled down.

A cool night breeze brushed against Wen Yun’s forearm, causing goosebumps to form. She wasn’t sure if it was the wind or the fireball that had startled her.

Correction, it shouldn’t be "颗" but "坨" for the size.

The upgraded version of Fireball was so terrifying that Wen Yun couldn’t tell if it was due to the strong magic of the Dark Heaven Secret Realm or Wen Yun’s incredible power. However, Wen Yun tended to believe it was because of her own strength.

Just as she had this thought, her telepathic baby dragon popped its head out, looking disdainful. "It’s clearly because the new staff I chose is too powerful!"

Before Wen Yun could touch its head, the baby dragon quickly hid back inside the staff.

Ye Shubai’s handsome jawline remained tilted upwards, watching where the fireball disappeared. When he lowered his head, his serene eyes seemed to hold a certain sparkle.

"Wen Yun," he called out.

"What is it?"

"I want to learn magic."

Wen Yun was puzzled for a moment, then understood that he didn’t want to casually learn magic like before but to seriously study magic from the beginning!

Feeling excited, she blurted out, "I can’t believe I’m so powerful that you’re considering becoming a magician!"

Ye Shubai didn’t know what she meant by "job change", his eyes were dark and shiny as he stared at the top without blinking.

For some reason, the sky in Dark Heaven Secret Realm seemed unusually low, creating an illusion.

Reach out to grab the scattered stars, touch the sword to cut the bright moon.

"In the past few days, the warnings left by Senior Su Yuan, the immortal who has not appeared again since then, have given me an idea. Maybe immortals are just like you guessed before, they refine their souls with magic and refine their bodies with spiritual power. If so, before they achieve great success in their cultivation, they were once ordinary like us."

Since millions of years ago, everyone has longed for the path to immortality, hoping that one day they can wait for the immortal way to come, and the immortal would bestow longevity, hoping that one day they can also enter the upper realm and achieve the great way.

But no one has ever thought about what an immortal truly is. Are immortals really born with the ability to break through the void, control life and death, and be superior to all beings from birth?

They all say, after cultivating the path to ascension, one should seek the immortal and be guided by them to enter the upper realm.

If becoming an immortal is a path to freedom, why must one follow the immortal’s way to be able to ascend to the sky? Cultivators spend their whole lives seeking freedom, yet in the end, becoming an immortal means bowing down to them. Isn’t this ironic?

Since Senior Su Yuan’s time three thousand years later, many outstanding talents have sought answers from the immortals in vain, unable to take the final step on the path of cultivation, waiting in vain until old age and death, only to kneel in Dark Heaven Secret Realm becoming ashes.

If the immortal doesn’t agree, the creatures inside the fence are the same as livestock!

Ye Shubai started to question the immortal and the inheritance of cultivation world for millions of years.

At first, his voice was light like a cool breeze, then gradually became firm, "So it’s okay if the path to immortality is cut off, it’s also okay if there’s no immortal to guide us, swords aren’t born to be convenient, and roads weren’t there from the beginning of time."

The man, as cold as a mountainside, raised his sword to the sky, and the spiritual power emitted was faintly connected to the sparks above his head, like climbing to the heavens.

He looked up as if asking the people and the heavens –

"As cultivators, why worry about not being able to create a path to immortality?"

*

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai searched again in the Dark Heaven Secret Realm, but found no traces of the immortal or Senior Su Yuan.

The little fire dragon, however, was still enthusiastic and found a pile of gemstones, eagerly asking Ye Shubai to keep them. With a quick glance, Ye Shubai realized that the dragon had been piecing them together for three days and had barely enough to match the value of a piece of spiritual jade.

Cheap labor doesn’t get any cheaper than this.

Two shameless adults followed behind the little dragon, scavenging, and unexpectedly discovered a hidden top-grade spiritual jade mine.

Wen Yun calmly pulled out all the spiritual jade, took them with the new Dragon Bone Magic Wand in a space bag, and teleported back to Qingliu Sword Sect.

On the other side of the teleportation array was The Tenth Peak, but the exact location was not fixed, sometimes landing on the mountaintop, sometimes at the foot of the mountain. This time it landed outside the halfway house where three senior brothers lived.

Wen Yun was about to greet them when she heard a drunken man inside the courtyard scolding angrily, "The master is so disrespectful! He doesn’t even know where he took Martial Sister Wen!"

It was the familiar sound of the Elder Martial Brother’s drunken rant.

Based on her previous experience, this time she was not embarrassed and instead pulled Ye Shubai to sneak into the courtyard together.

As expected, they arrived during the time when the three senior brothers were having a drinking session. Perhaps knowing Ye Shubai was absent, the two younger junior brothers didn’t stop Yue Xingzhou but instead eagerly poured him wine.

Xu Wanfeng lazily leaned against Bai Yushan, jokingly saying, "In the cultivation world, there is no prohibition against teacher-student relationships. I think the master and the younger martial sister are a perfect match in talents and appearances, except the master is too old and the younger martial sister is too young, making it seem like an older man preying on a young girl."

The usually quiet Bai Yushan spoke up this time, saying quietly, "I also think it’s fine for a teacher to fall in love with a student, but it’s hard to accept if one day the teacher has to call a young girl of over ten years old ‘teacher’."

Yue Xingzhou continued to scold, "It’s been five whole days, if we don’t find them soon, the children might already be in trouble!"

Hearing this, Wen Yun couldn’t bear it and quickly pulled Ye Shubai to flee from that place.

If she heard any more, she would be so embarrassed!

The sect this month was quite peaceful, with disciples of all peaks busy reconstructing The First Peak.

If there was really something big happening, the most notable thing was Ancestral Master Yue kneeling with a cane tied to his back for half a month at the foot of The Tenth Peak.

Although the sword cultivators of the sect were curious, they didn’t dare join the commotion around the ancestral master. They could only pretend to pass by The Tenth Peak each day and sneak a peek.

On the other hand, when there was another commotion, everyone dared to go watch.

Senior Brother Zhu Erchong was sent by his master to clean the restroom at The First Peak, but accidentally got pushed into the pit by Senior Brother Bao Pilong, who was carrying logs. Zhu Erchong wouldn’t let it go and climbed out to fight Bao Pilong, the two of them fighting bare-handed and almost drawing swords to settle their dispute.

They didn’t fight because they were both worried about dirtying their swords, afraid of upsetting their wives.

At The First Peak, all the disciples stopped what they were doing and ran to watch, even the Peak Lords did the same. The ancestral master of The Tenth Peak even picked up six children from the peak to rush over and see.

However, it was said that everyone watching dispersed because the scene was not only smelly but also the conditions of the two involved were extremely terrible, with no one even trying to stop them.

Who would dare to intervene? Who would dare to pull these two apart with their bare hands?

After hearing this, Wen Yun felt extremely worried.

"Rather than train the children in sword practice, you took them to watch two people fighting in filth?"

Xu Wanfeng remained calm, covering half of his face with a fan, revealing only his smiling peach blossom eyes, and said leisurely, "Since Master and younger martial sister are unwilling to teach the children, I was born playful and carefree. I can’t be expected to raise sword cultivators as rigid and boring as Master, can I?"

After speaking, he bowed and bid farewell, "I heard those two are fighting again today. I have to hurry to get a good spot. Younger martial sister, goodbye!"

Wen Yun, "…"

The sword cultivators of Qingliu Sword Sect in this generation are not behaving properly. Embarrassing incidents happen frequently because the sword cultivators are too busy watching dramas instead of working on repairing The First Peak. The expected ceremony for the new sect leader seems to be postponed indefinitely.

Wen Yun wanted to go to The First Peak to watch the excitement, but Ye Shubai wanted to focus on studying magic to ascend to a higher level.

Sadly, she missed the chance to watch the senior brothers Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong have another big fight. What a pity!

She had to put a lot of effort into preparing a detailed magic education manual for Ye Shubai in the past few days to train him as a new wizard from scratch.

It was a dark and windy night again.

The moon was bright like a mirror at this moment, with endless quiet and tranquil mountains behind. The cranes were returning to their nests, and occasionally you could hear the sound of the wind rustling through the pine leaves, or even the distant sound of swords clashing.

If you listened carefully, you could still hear the quarrel between Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong on The First Peak.

A man and a woman were sitting side by side on the roof. The slender figure was holding onto a strange staff, sitting in a relaxed position, with loose hair falling over the shoulders, and swinging feet hanging off the eaves.

"Meditation is best done undisturbed, especially in the silence of the night. Now you understand why I can’t get up in the morning, right?"

Ye Shubai didn’t understand the explanation from Archmage.

The man under the moonlight looked elegant and spoke up, saying, "Our cultivation doesn’t need sleep. Absorbing the spirit Qi of heaven and earth is enough."

Wen Yun couldn’t be bothered with him and annoyed, she took out a scroll, wrote a long meditation method in a fancy way, and handed it to him.

"Here, read it yourself."

She wrote in a very difficult dragon language on purpose to challenge Ye Shubai. She wanted him to ask her nicely and promise not to wake her up before dawn for sword practice.

Wen Yun knew Ye Shubai’s honest character well. Just a little challenge could make him bow down to her.

As she expected, the man beside her bowed his head, but unfortunately facing the wrong direction.

Ye Shubai looked down at the dragon bone wand and asked gently, "Little Hong, do you want dual-colored gemstones?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red flame burst out from the dragon bone wand, forming into a solid Little Hong pig that flew into Ye Shubai’s arms.

The little dragon wagged its tail quickly and without waiting for Ye Shubai to ask, it obediently said, "Dad, I’ll translate for you!"

Wen Yun, "Today, I will defeat you, traitor!"

With the help of the little dragon and Wen Yun’s guidance, Ye Shubai deeply understood the meditation technique and officially embarked on the path of becoming a wizard.

For ten consecutive days, he sat on the roof all night, meditating under the moon to gather mental strength.

With the directional teleportation array, the Dark Heaven Secret Realm became like a private garden. The little dragon and Wen Yun didn’t bother Ye Shubai on the roof. They went in and out of the secret realm, collecting treasures.

After a month of busyness, the dragon’s nest was quickly filled with various gems. Wen Yun had three full space bags hanging on her waist, and Ye Shubai’s mental strength meditation progress improved rapidly.

He used to be just a beginner magic apprentice, relying on Wen Yun’s guidance for casting spells. Now, he looked at the book of spells himself and even managed to cast a Fireball successfully.

Although his fireball was much smaller than Wen Yun’s, it was still a fireball.

After witnessing the power of the fireball, Wen Yun took out a crystal from the dragon’s nest, polished it into a crystal ball using a Magic Stone, and placed it in front of Ye Shubai, despite the little dragon’s protests.

Ye Shubai saw the thing for the first time and asked, "What is this?"

"It’s a magic crystal, used to test your magic level."

He looked up, his gaze shifting from the crystal ball to Wen Yun, hesitantly saying, "I remember you can directly see my level."

Wen Yun held the crystal steady and pushed it towards Ye Shubai, saying seriously, "This is procedure. Both the magic school and the temples do it this way. We need to follow the rules to get an accurate result."

Luckily, Ye Shubai always trusted her and was used to following her instructions. This time, he didn’t argue and placed his hand on the crystal ball as she said.

The crystal ball was initially clear and slightly transparent. After Ye Shubai closed his eyes and concentrated his mental energy into it, a faint golden light slowly appeared. Light magic elements led the way, followed by other magic elements, slowly gathering and finally being controlled by his mental power into the crystal ball.

The beautiful color captivated the onlookers.

A small fire dragon lay in front of the crystal ball, its eyes widening in shock, silently glaring at Wen Yun. In its mind, it roared, "It’s only been a month? How did you advance so quickly!"

The path of a magician’s training is actually more difficult than that of a monk’s. Every small level advancement requires a lot of time and Magic Stones. This means not only needing exceptional talent and luck, but also enduring rigorous training and having enough money.

In simple terms, to be a great magician, one needs talent, dedication, resilience, and a lot of money. That’s why most magicians come from noble families, and they are rare and elite.

Although Ye Shubai had some magic learning before, he had never learned mental meditation, so he was just a poor junior magic apprentice.

Right now, the brightness of the crystal ball in front of the baby dragon is still rising. It sees clearly that Ye Shubai has leaped from a junior magic apprentice to a high level in one go! What’s even more amazing is that the light of the crystal ball shows no sign of fading.

It’s still increasing!

The wand spirit struggled to swallow.

The reason Wen Yun asked Ye Shubai to use the crystal ball to measure his magic level was to let the baby dragon witness this scene with its own eyes, and to show this lazy and unambitious guy how amazing another spirit can be.

The baby dragon muttered, stubbornly saying, "He’s just a magic apprentice, I can’t respect him…"

Just as it said that, the light of Ye Shubai’s crystal ball grew even brighter, instantly breaking through that difficult limit, eventually stopping at the level of a junior wizard. He was just a tiny bit away from becoming an intermediate wizard!

The baby dragon, "Whine!"

After only practicing magic for a month, you went from being a magic apprentice to a junior wizard?

That’s really unbelievable!

Ye Shubai opened his eyes and, upon hearing Wen Yun’s congratulations, showed no joy. He focused and said, "I heard you mention how Little Hong advanced three levels in ten days. It seems my talent in magic is just average. Slow and steady wins the race. I’ll work harder to make up for the gap in talent."

The little chubby-faced fire dragon blushed and stared at Wen Yun in disbelief.

I dare not tell such tales, yet you dare to fabricate like this? Please don’t include me when bragging next time!

Since the cat’s out of the bag, how could the little fire dragon expose itself?

He could only nod numbly and encourage, "Well, you’re not too bad."

This line seemed normal enough, but then he couldn’t resist adding, "Work hard. You’re now one-thousandth as talented as me."

Ye Shubai, upon hearing this, solemnly nodded and said, "Indeed, however, I still feel like something is missing. The magic on The Tenth Peak isn’t as potent as in the secret realm, so I plan to train in the secret realm."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the teleportation array, watching the Charmander wave its tail around restlessly.

"He’s acting like this? How can he still have the nerve to practice?" it asked Wen Yun in disbelief.

Most Dragon races are lazy and have never seen such hard work in training before.

The latter smiled back, "Then you should join us too."

The Charmander rolled its eyes, "I don’t want to, I’m going back to sleep."

Nestling back in its dragon’s nest, the Charmander gazed at the shimmering gemstones, feeling anxious and uneasy.

Why is the sword spirit working so hard? If you don’t practice sword skills properly, why bother learning magic?

Little Qing inside the Phoenix tree seems to be favored by Wen Yun. She complimented the little creature’s appearance today, Ye Shubai didn’t hear it, but it did.

Wen Yun has a powerful wand and a strong wand spirit, but she hasn’t been practicing magic much lately. Instead, she practices sword skills every morning.

Is she getting ready to become a sword cultivator?

Charmander flipped over.

Is she about to be eliminated by the other two spirits?

Are they working so hard to compete for the top position of the first spirit pet?

Thinking about this, Charmander finally couldn’t sleep peacefully, angrily got up, and followed Ye Shubai towards the teleportation array.

"So annoying, so annoying!"

"Forcing dragons to progress is really annoying!"

Seeing both father and son entering the secret realm to cultivate and achieve the achievement of taming dragons, Wen Yun finally couldn’t suppress her joy, leaning against the plum tree and laughing out loud.

She touched the golden threads on the dragon bone wand, gazed into the sky, muttered to herself, as if asking the heavens, as well as questioning the wand in her hand.

"Why can other people’s dragons become immortals, but my dragon can’t?"

Charmander didn’t know.

Charmander didn’t want to become immortal.

It followed behind Ye Shubai, wanting to sleep but not daring to, only able to force itself to stay alert and practice hard, afraid of losing to the sword spirit in magic, causing the Dragon race to be defeated in front of the humans.

After struggling for a whole month like this, Charmander’s plump belly, nurtured by gnawing on large chunks of Magic Stone, deflated and became smaller.

Just when the dragon was almost gone, Ye Shubai finally came out of the hard training state.

Charmander breathed a sigh of relief and asked excitedly, "Do you feel that practicing magic is boring and ready to give up?"

"No." Ye Shubai stood up, wiped off the dew on his body, and then hugged Charmander, "If I remember correctly, in three days it will be the time to take over as the head, we should go out."

Charmander felt some anticipation in its heart, and asked cheerfully, "Will you be very busy as the head, and have no time to practice magic? But listen to my advice, magic takes a lot of time and is not as cool as swordsmanship. You might as well continue practicing swordsmanship instead of magic."

"My swordsmanship has reached its peak." Ye Shubai succinctly refused its proposal.

As they were about to leave the secret realm, he casually said, "If you admire swordsmanship, I will have Wen Yun teach you in a few days."

The little Charmander looked at Ye Shubai with a knowing gaze, realizing that the good person had turned bad.

"You are no longer my dad."

*

At the same time, on Fan Island.

Shen Xinghai looked in the direction of the sea, furrowing his brow discreetly.

"Bloody light appears in the sky, a sign of ill omen!"

The two young boys beside him laughed innocently, accustomed to their master’s tone, so they didn’t think much of his words.

"The master will take a magic boat to explore the sea outside. You all stay on the island and if anything happens, remember to send a message to your martial uncle."

Hearing this, A’xiu asked, "But Martial Uncle Wen sent a message a few days ago asking you to return to the mountain gate, saying there was something lively…"

"Don’t worry," Shen Xinghai patted his disciple’s head, pushing down his worries. He laughed cheerfully, saying, "I will definitely return on time, and take you two kids to see the ancestral sect!"