I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 113 - 113 106 Ive been annoyed with you two for a while now~

?Chapter 113: 106 I’ve been annoyed with you two for a while now~ Chapter 113: 106 I’ve been annoyed with you two for a while now~ The cauldrons bore a resemblance to the incense burners placed in temples and Daoist monasteries.

But it didn’t matter, in the local dialect of Shenhou City, the words for cauldron and pot were the same.

Wood burned underneath, blackening the bottom of the pot, within which a purple broth churned, teeming with numerous unidentifiable medicinal herbs.

Lin An thought he could vaguely make out absurd things like centipedes, lizards, and the like.

Chen Xinmi, holding a large ladle, gave it a couple of swirls on the surface of the water, scooped some out, and poured it into a ceramic cup fitted with a filter. She removed the filter and handed the cup to Lin An.

“Demon Manifestation Potion, used to observe the status of one’s demonic transformation,” Chen Xinmi said, dangling a cigarette from her lips, her phoenix eyes hazy as she sized up Lin An, “You seem overly excited right now; it’s not appropriate to practice Soft Body Skill.”

“Tsk,” she uttered an inscrutable sigh of emotion, “Not bad, if it were someone else in your shoes, the first thing they might do is look for a woman.”

“I am a human, not a beast,” Lin An repeated, as if not speaking to Chen Xinmi, but to himself.

The boiling medicine flowed down his throat, and the wildfire of emotions inside him seemed to intensify, but in such a unique way that there was an indescribable sense of stagnation.

The internal heat in his body grew more vigorous, and suddenly he felt a bone-chilling cold envelop him.

“Hiss~”

Lin An drew in a breath of cool air, clutching his eyes tightly; it felt as if they were so hot, they were about to burn right through him.

“Ah~” Chen Shuyun let out an alarmed cry next to him, “Lin An, your eyes!”

Lin An took a moment to recover, finally feeling less uncomfortable, he scanned his surroundings and quickly walked to a large mirror.

In his sockets, there now appeared a pair of dark gold eyes.

No, not just the irises, his entire eyeballs had turned dark gold.

That hue was exactly like that of the Spirit Dark Gold Statue.

“What’s there to fuss about? That is the source of power for a Sorcerer’s Awakening Talent Sorcery, the only time in the life of a Sorcerer that you don’t have to worry about demonic transformations,” Chen Xinmi muttered, carefully pouring the purple potion into ceramic jars while speaking offhandedly, “Let me guess, your eyes have turned into a pair of cat’s eyes, right?”

“No, not that!” Chen Shuyun said quietly, “It doesn’t look like a demonic transformation; it gives off a very clear sense of the Spirit Realm. This might actually be the eyes of a Sorcerer Zombie!”

“How could that be!”

Chen Xinmi abruptly looked up, gazing at Lin An in astonishment, and took quick steps toward him, widening her eyes to get a better look at Lin An’s sockets.

“Hiss~”

She drew in a cool breath, “What is this thing?”

“It has the aura of the Spirit Realm,” said Chen Shuyun in a soft voice, approaching, “It’s the same as what I felt during a Sorcerer Zombie’s transformation into the Spirit Realm.”

“Really?” Chen Xinmi mused, smacking her lips, glanced at Lin An, then at her sister, and pursed her lips, “Why am I surrounded by freaks like you?”

A black cat sat squatting next to Lin An, curiously eyeing his dark gold eyeballs and mewing softly, as if laughing to itself.

“Miao~”

—Hehe, are these the eyes from that especially ugly head?

It seemed to recall something, looking at Lin An in surprise.

“Miao~”

—You’ve stolen these, though the effect seems similar to Innate Witchcraft, but these aren’t your innate talent.

—What is your innate talent? Could it be devouring and plundering? You’ve stolen the head’s eyes, and now you’re seizing the witchcraft of that male wizard’s spirit?

—Wow, it turns out you’re a bad guy just like Miao Miao.

Lin An’s lips were sealed, his gaze deep as he looked at the eyes in the mirror.

“Stop looking,” Chen Xinmi advised, “A Sorcerer’s initial characteristics are reflected in their emotions which circulate through their organs and ultimately are manifest in their heart. It ignites within the spirit, emotions turn to flames, spreading outward.”

“So, you should take off your shirt and look at your chest. That’s where the signs of demonic transformation manifest for a Sorcerer at your stage.”

Lin An hastily tore off his shirt, disbelievingly staring at his chest.

There, under the influence of the ‘Demon Manifestation Potion,’ a transformation had occurred.

It turned dark red, with a sheen like that of lacquered wood—one that was clearly the visage of a jack-in-the-box clowns’ faces!

Miao Miao evidently realized this too.

“Miao~”

—That wizard’s sorcery is eroding you, and you’re absorbing it!

Lin An’s expression flickered for a while, muttering low, “What should I do?”

“Miao~”

—Either give up this witchcraft. If you can devour it, you can dig it out as well.

—If it comes to it, ask her (Chen Xinmi) to make you a ‘Forgetfulness Water’ to wash away all memories of this sorcery from your body. However, this method will prevent you from ever being able to learn this ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery again.

—Or… you try to digest it!

—This Miao Miao doesn’t understand, but there’s one thing, you should know ‘you are you’, not you merged with him. This will greatly affect a Sorcerer’s later stages. Many people lose themselves while overly learning some sorceries; this is crucial.

“What else can you do!” Chen Xinmi let out a cold laugh, flicking her cigarette ash into a bubbling cauldron, “Just wait. Once the potion in this pot is ready, all of you will soak in the water for a while and then leave my Alchemy Room to practice Soft Body Skill in the yoga studio.”

Afterward, Lin An and Chen Shuyun sat side by side, quietly watching Chen Xinmi concoct potions.

Chen Shuyun seemed increasingly distressed, panting as she gripped her arm. Noticing Lin An’s concern, she spoke softly and with little strength, “For several years now, every time I sleep, I’d have nightmares. I often dream of being devoured by a mass of colorful white light…” (Referenced in Chapter 59)

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a weak smile, “Now I finally understand, it turns out to be some kind of monster with white scales.”

She hugged her legs, adopting a posture identical to that of the squirrel spirituality by her side, resting her head on her knees and muttering blankly, “Sister said, if I really turn into a Sorcerer Zombie, I’ll become that kind of monster.”

Lin An didn’t speak, just watched his right hand, which was coiled with a red rope, in silence.

He didn’t know whether he should rebind this segment of red rope to the right hand of Chen Shuyun’s Dark Gold Statue.

But that might completely deprive Chen Shuyun of the ability to perform witchcraft…

It would also mean losing the only weapon he had acquired that could combat spirituality…

The instincts of a black cat were useful, and both claws and teeth were abilities to deal with spirituality, but the rope represented the possibility of more in the future.

He could continue to learn the Witch Hunter Knights’ “Thirteen Roping Skills,” and he would no longer have to climb onto the Dark Gold Statue like a wild beast to bite and tear. This would also avoid some spiritual blood that he didn’t want to ingest from touching him.

Lin An was never greedy, and he gradually realized that it was not beneficial to assimilate just any spirituality into his body’s mysteries.

Everything in the Supernatural World was so complicated that everyone of his thoughts and actions was influencing his heart and affecting his Transcendent power cultivation.

Lin An didn’t dare mess around.

In the end, he chose to be silent, quietly waiting.

Chen Xinmi didn’t make them wait too long as she was already preparing this potion for her sister, and Lin An just happened to come along for the ride.

“Snap~”

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly the large pot grew four legs, scurried out from the fire pit, and came to a bathtub-sized sink nearby, pouring the churning, boiling potion into it.

It seemed that the sink was already filled with ice water and some potions, which began to mix with the newly added content, creating a billow of pink smoke, accompanied by burbling and bubbling sounds from within.

“Take off your clothes, get inside, and soak. This kind of tempering potion will make you dull. The effects will last from a week to ten days. You must practice Soft Body Skill diligently during this time.”

Lin An was startled and swallowed hard, “Take off the clothes, all of them?”

Chen Shuyun beside him suddenly blushed and buried her face in her knees.

Chen Xinmi’s lips curved slightly as she approached slowly, exhaling a puff of smoke, looking Lin An up and down thoughtfully, hesitated for a moment, and finally clicked her tongue, saying, “Keep your underwear on.”

With that, she looked at Lin An with a smile that was not quite a smile, “Believe me, once you step into the potion, you won’t be in the mood to think about this and that.”

“This ‘Dullness Potion’ is something I devised by simulating the Witch Hunter Knights’ training methods. The potion is your Furnace; you’ll soon understand what that means.”

Her expression was filled with a mischievous amusement, much like the black cat beside her with the corners of its mouth turned up, watching Lin An with a not-quite-smile.

Lin An blinked and, under their curious scrutiny, awkwardly began to strip off his clothes.

“Whistle~”

Chen Xinmi and Miao Miao blew a whistle simultaneously.

“!!!”

Meanwhile, Chen Shuyun had already run into the pink smoke; she had clearly prepared in advance and tossed her loose overcoat out.

What Chen Xinmi said was right.

As he and Chen Shuyun stepped into the sink, all thoughts vanished in an instant.

Pain!

His entire body prickled with pain!

Itching!

As if spreading from the bones, scratching was of no use!

Soreness, swelling, numbness, goosebumps…

It wasn’t just the body, deep within his heart, countless emotions began to erupt, each one a memory from deep within that could stimulate emotions, furiously boiling in his mind.

“Ah~~~”

“Ah~~~~”

He and Chen Shuyun howled in the sink, like two live fish in a hot pan, struggling inside, desperately trying to escape.

The feeling was more terrifying than falling into a boiling oil pot.

Even the composure that Lin An had honed over time was of no use; he felt as though he had fallen into hell’s river of lava.

If they didn’t get out, they would die!

The sink wasn’t large, and almost instinctively, he and Chen Shuyun vied for an escape, rolling and wailing miserably in it.

The potion splashed high.

Unfortunately, a metal net made of baby arm-thick steel rebar was placed over the sink, immovable no matter how they crashed against it.

Chen Xinmi, with a cigarette dangling, squatted beside the sink, looking gleefully amused.

“I’ve long been fed up with you two~”

She took delightful drags from her cigarette, “Hey, torturing you all is bringing my mood to the utmost joy!”

Potion splashed everywhere from their thrashing, some spraying onto her smooth feet, making her inhale sharply.

And so her laughter grew even merrier.

Miao Miao, curious, watched the sink, then looked up at Chen Xinmi with a somewhat sad gaze.