I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 157 - 157 149 This method is quite suitable for you

?Chapter 157: 149 This method is quite suitable for you Chapter 157: 149 This method is quite suitable for you Lin An was adamant, and even though Chen Xinmi repeatedly mentioned that the request was too much, he wouldn’t budge an inch.

The black cat helped by explaining the difficulty of accessing early wizard breathing technique materials, making things tough for Chen Xinmi.

Yet, Lin An still refused to compromise.

Difficulty was expected.

If Chen Xinmi didn’t come to him, it would mean that she actually had someone else who could use the Deer Horn Breathing Skill to open the box.

Then…

It would mean that there really was a mole or an ally Chen Xinmi had planted within Lu Jiao.

To Lin An, this was the real threat.

His life was at stake; he couldn’t afford to be greedy for the witchcraft inside the box. Being a mole was like walking a tightrope, the people who moved recklessly were most afraid of accidentally exposing themselves and dying inexplicably.

He had to figure this out.

But when he asked the black cat in a roundabout way, the cat simply shook its head without speaking, so he had no choice but to proceed this way.

Chen Xinmi fell silent for a long time, but ultimately agreed. She stared deeply at Lin An, with a dangerous glint in her phoenix eyes, “I hope you won’t need to ask me for anything in the future.”

Lin An simply smiled faintly. People always need to make a choice, and since he had made his, he wouldn’t regret it.

Adjusting his breathing and entering the Deer Frolic Breathing Skill, Lin An placed his hand on the box, feeling a red light that reminded him of the Purgatory World engulfing him; the box opened, and a stack of papers inside also emanated a red glow.

Chen Xinmi’s brows furrowed, “The aura of purgatory? These are files secured with the confidentiality of purgatory!”

Lin An did not touch the papers, but looked at Chen Xinmi questioningly.

Chen Xinmi lit another medicinal cigarette, pointed at the box, and gestured for him to look at the vaguely fluctuating Purgatory World Dimension.

“Reality and purgatory, two different worlds, the same item presents differently in each world.”

She smirked, “The method is crude but effective. Even if I could finally see the true contents of these files, I wouldn’t dare touch them.”

As she spoke, she looked at Lin An, “Maintain the Deer Horn Breathing Skill. Don’t let your emotions cause a fluctuation in your spiritual energy right now, or else you’ll be pulled into a place in Purgatory World by the box and the files’ purgatory aura…”

“Perhaps it would be right into their wizard’s slaughterhouse cages.”

So, Lin An had no choice but to personally take out the documents, open them and page through them for Chen Xinmi to see, while Miao Miao also curiously leaned in, resting her head on Lin An’s shoulder to look at the content of the documents.

Secretly using Mr. Liu’s wolf’s spiritual essence to assist his brainpower, Lin An quickly memorized the content he read in the materials.

“Heart-to-Heart Skewers Fragrance Witchcraft, and Musings,” Lin An was particularly interested in the musings section of the content.

He had learned from Mr. Liu’s diary that Lu Tingyu had told Mr. Liu that this sorcery could allow Knights’ apprentices to cultivate a furnace using a Stone Treasure as the foundation, creating a personal space. (139)

As someone with more and more secrets, always ready to make a run for it as a deep-cover mole, Lin An really needed this.

The Witch-hunting Knight’s eyeglass warehouse could only be a temporary solution, and the Wizard’s concealment methods were not very effective for carrying objects on one’s person. This might be the only way he could access such a method.

The content of Heart-to-Heart Skewer Fragrance Witchcraft (originally named “Your Heart is My Heart”) was particularly complex. It started as an extremely bloody and intricate ritual magic, followed by an extremely complicated liturgical text.

But no matter how much content there was, it was barely more than a dozen pages in length.

More so, it was Lu Tingyu’s analysis based on this sorcery that Chen Xinmi focused on most seriously.

Just the three-thousand-word liturgical text alone, he would analyze the specific uses of every sentence, and how other Witches not of nun status should adjust if they wanted to learn it.

For some passages, he would even write a paper of over ten thousand words to explain the significance of why the nun who invented this sorcery did so.

Indeed, a paper.

For the first time, Lin An realized that with each iteration of skills, the Supernatural World had abandoned the vague methods of ancient Qi Cultivators and the deliberate mysteries of foreign Witches, analyzing transcendent skills to such an extent with a research-oriented spirit.

Perhaps it was because Witch-hunting Knights could inherit the Furnace Core of their predecessors, and Wizards could wield powerful abilities immediately after learning a witchcraft that allowed them to advance without having to painstakingly polish their foundational skills.

In an instant, Lin An felt a chilling sensation of awe.

So this is what the modern Supernatural World looked like.

It wasn’t about a master with a smoking pipe instructing his apprentice to lift his hands higher, not a neurotic figure hugging a book of magic and muttering in the dark.

It was not about becoming invincible with a secret manual but advancing quietly in one’s field, researching deeply, surging ahead of everyone else.

He had actually already made this contact, hadn’t he?

When Professor Cao and Doctor Zhang copied the “Thirteen Roping Skills” onto a USB drive for him, the exaggerated number of e-books and videos were the processes of successive generations of Antler Witch Hunter Knights building upon the skill.

Not to mention that Zhuang, despite his rough appearance, had personally translated these documents.

The original texts accompanying the information weren’t the English Lin An was familiar with, but rather an extremely foreign Latin.

Somehow, Lin An experienced an abrupt shift in his impression of Witch-hunting Knights and Wizards.

Those cultivators struggling on the road of despair, they all seem to be scholars?

Right, he often heard the term “schools” mentioned by the little boss who was willing to tell him more about the supernatural world and by Chen Shuyun.

Is that so?

Lin An blinked his eyes and looked at the document in front of him again, ultimately shaking his head.

The Heart-to-Heart Skewer Fragrance Witchcraft’s ritual magic was just too bloody; it involved the exchange of hearts between the caster and the recipient, supplemented by a large number of bizarre casting materials.

For example, ‘ten fallen leaves trampled by countless passersby on the roadside’, ‘three petals from a wildflower in a crack in the wall outside the bedroom of a resentful, nagging housewife’, ‘one booklet of test questions from a dilligent scholar stained with tears of regret’…

And other such inexplicably strange things.

Scholars my ass, these people are all nutcases.

Indeed, Chen Xinmi watched with nodding approval, and if she weren’t constantly maintaining a cold and indifferent demeanor, she probably would have been eager to stand up and applaud.

Tsk~

Suddenly, Lin An’s vision blurred, and an image abruptly appeared in his mind.

In a dark cellar, Chen Shuyun was tied to an iron bed, with Chen Xinmi straddling her, both of them naked.

The scene wasn’t overly erotic because a dagger was plunged into Chen Shuyun’s chest, and another into Chen Xinmi’s.

After that, Lin An watched with horrification as Chen Xinmi, amid Chen Shuyun’s piercing wails,

Gurgle~

Lin An swallowed, staring dumbfounded as Chen Xinmi, after the heart exchange, began slicing her own left side of the body with the dagger, gradually cutting it off and throwing it into the ritual magic, transforming it into thick blood that snaked into the open chest cavity of Chen Shuyun.

Was this ‘Heart-to-Heart Skewers Witchcraft’?

Did Chen Xinmi really go and do it afterward?

No!

Lin An looked at the two witches with curiosity; he could feel that these two looked even younger and more naïve than the ones he was now dealing with.

This must have been Chen Xinmi’s process of performing the Suppression Witchcraft.

As the ugly prophetic vision faded from his mind, Lin An refocused on the material in front of him and finally understood why this ‘prophecy’ had occurred.

Was it all heart exchange ritual magic?!!

But aside from exchanging hearts, there were no other similarities.

What Chen Xinmi had previously performed was suppression, using the heart as an anchor and the bloodline of kinship as a rope to confine the other party from leaving this world to the Spirit Realm.

Heart-to-Heart Sorcery, on the other hand, was about reliance.

The reliance on each other’s hearts was more equal, symbolizing ‘your heart is my heart’, achieving the transfer of information and spiritual energy after the Sorcerer Zombies entered the Spirit Realm.

The people in the real world, by enduring the onslaught of Spiritual Energy corrupting the Sorcerer Zombies, transformed the Demonic Qi that allowed them to refine it in the furnace.

The Sorcerer Zombies in the Spirit Realm, taking in the breath of the people from the real world, had the chance to find their way back home.

This was a kind of mutual attraction, a witchcraft methodology where both parties relied on each other.

And the thought process that Lu Tingyu extended from this was also based on this concept.

He applied the idea of his modified furnace to this, allowing himself and the Stone Treasure to exchange a drop of blood, enabling a connection between them.

After the connection, the Knight apprentice began condensing the furnace, and the Stone Treasure, being affected, would likewise produce an ‘incomplete furnace.’

Then, using the relationship between the Witch-hunting Knight’s furnace and the Purgatory World, they enabled the Stone Treasure to birth a dimension space akin to ‘Purgatory’.

The last step was to refine the Stone Treasure into oneself with one’s own furnace, fully integrating this dimension space into one’s own body’s control.

To gain possession of a personal space, once and for all.

In theory, the idea wasn’t wrong, but for a Knight apprentice who already had a tough time crafting a furnace, managing both at the same time was making it even tougher. To actually implement it was difficult to an extreme degree.

“This method is actually quite suitable for you,” Chen Xinmi said with a puff of smoke, looking at Lin An with a half-smile.

Lin An blinked, “How so?”

Did this woman know that he wasn’t just someone who had learned a Breathing Skill?

Chen Xinmi scoffed coldly, “Just as greedy!”

Yo-ho~

If only I could beat you!