I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

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?Chapter 183: 171 Seeing Myself (10,000 Words for Monthly Pass) Chapter 183: 171 Seeing Myself (10,000 Words for Monthly Pass) A World of Ice and Fire.

That was the sensation Lin An experienced when practicing the Deer Frolic Breathing Skill.

Yet, it wasn’t the extremely stimulating kind of ice and fire—it was more moist.

Yes, moist.

He stood with his feet parallel, slightly bent, his heels barely off the ground but not completely, the soles of his feet driving his body in an almost imperceptible vertical undulation.

His arms extended forward, elbows bending and sinking, fingers spread apart like a set of antlers.

Though Professor Cao claimed not to care about the specific postures of practice, he was nevertheless very strict with Lin An while instructing him in the Deer Frolic Basic Skills.

He adjusted every detail for Lin An by hand.

The Deer Play stance and the Deer Play Breathing Skill—that was all there was to the Deer Horn Breathing Skill.

However, Lin An had a supplement of his own in mind from when he had taught himself: the Breathing Skill, the stance, the rhythm.

This rhythm came from his perception of spirituality, found within the album of a master traditional painter depicting the vivacious nature of a fawn.

Focusing on the ‘Spiritual Fawn Portrait’ from deep within himself, savoring its rhythmic essence, Lin An quickly entered the state required for the Breathing Skill.

Several months into the Supernatural World, Lin An had reached a point where practicing this Breathing Skill no longer caused him to faint.

As he breathed, a bright orange glow lit up in his chest cavity, much like a blazing furnace.

The furnace fire surged through his heart, and soon Lin An felt a warm breath spread through his viscera and limbs.

He could even feel the most substantial hot stream reach his small intestine, causing his whole body to become feverishly hot.

So hot that he began to feel dry-mouthed and parched.

Interestingly enough, the heat generated steam, a soothing coolness that spread from his small intestine to his limbs. It carried along the ‘steam’ and then returned to the heart, re-entering the lungs to be heated once more.

Alternating between cold and hot, both were soothing.

Having laid a solid foundation long before, Lin An soon mastered this Deer Frolic Breathing Skill.

And it was only then that Lin An realized why he was able to make such quick progress in ‘Armor Creation’ and become so adept at handling the Furnace’s aura—it was because he had already laid the groundwork.

— It was the spiritual essence of that little fawn amidst the intertwining smoke of gray-black and dark gold, forming the shape of flames.

“Once mastered, what follows is persistence and consistency, so keep practicing,” Professor Cao advised. “When you reach a certain level, when you feel as if ‘your feet are planted on the ground, and your hands grasp the sky,’ that is the moment to start condensing the Furnace and to begin refining the Furnace Core.”

“The key lies in the ‘wearing the armor’ step. Remember, my ‘Wizard Furnace’ theory involves each step of cultivation being a contest between the obsessions attached to the Furnace and Witch Wraith Armor.”

Condensing the Furnace while refining the Furnace Core.

This was the key change Professor Cao had made to the process of cultivating the Breathing Skill Furnace.

And such a design came about because a wizard can feel the Spirit World Aura, which is why he integrated those basics into every preceding step.

Just waiting for it all to come together in one fell swoop.

Before that came the work of persistent effort.

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In the following days, Lin An wore that particular piece of leather armor. Fortunately, it was in the style of a vest, making it look no different from an ordinary leather vest.

In Shenhou City, one of the country’s top commercial cities, eccentric attire was a dime a dozen. Lin An wearing a leather vest did not arouse anyone’s curiosity.

Mr. Liu reportedly took three days off.

The young boss, apparently needing a break to absorb the recent events, happily approved it.

Lin An, however, knew that in three days, Mr. Liu would be seeking an answer from him.

During these three days, he didn’t go to the slaughterhouse again. As Professor Cao had said, there was no need for him to go back and forth anymore; he could just find a place to practice the basic skills.

Thus, he resumed his old routine of working and living.

Going to work wasn’t just about creating a game; it was also about painting Spiritual Portraits, which could offer additional help on his transcendent path.

Interestingly, this time, it was the other way around. With Lin An’s increasingly insightful cultivation practice, he managed to quickly complete a draft called ‘Ink Jade Copper Bronze,’ which imitated the spirituality of Lu Jiao.

Naturally, this was just a rough draft.

Not being an artist, Lin An could only try his best to tweak the software settings to capture the effect he wanted. Creating the texture of Ink Jade and Bronze and harmonizing the two was not something he had the skill to accomplish.

He left that to the artists under him.

He was mentally prepared that his boss would likely choose not to use this portrait in the game after seeing it.

After all, it carried the rhythm of the Deer Horn Breathing Skill.

He began to look for simpler spiritual natures to depict from his memory.

These were less complex, quicker to draw, and though maybe not as beneficial for the path of spirituality, they were certainly sufficient for game development.

Creating Spiritual Portraits inevitably required considerable Spirit Mobilization.

The only spirituality Lin An had on hand to utilize was from the Grey Wolf, and after using a little at a time, there was only about half left.

This was still the case even though he occasionally made use of the Spiritual Mermaid Pearl from his subordinate Zheng Miao, at times opting to employ this form of spirituality as a supplement; otherwise, even less of the Grey Wolf Spirituality would remain.

During non-combat periods, Lin An tended to rely more on his own, although unsightly, blood from his Ugly Head.