I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 194 - 194 177 Dont Harm the Little Flowers (Request for

?Chapter 194: 177 Don’t Harm the Little Flowers (Request for Monthly Pass)_2 Chapter 194: 177 Don’t Harm the Little Flowers (Request for Monthly Pass)_2 Lin An even suspected that it was only because Shenhou City’s Lu Jiao managed their territory in a comparatively gentle manner that he was able to do what he did here; in any other place, he probably would have been killed the moment he stuck his head out.

He slowly said to the Caidai Witch, “Every technique carries risks, which you should know.”

The Caidai Witch pursed her lips, her expression sorrowful, “I just hope that my daughter can be healthy and well, I have no other desires.”

Lin An nodded and then looked towards the portly older brother, “Mr. Fugui, you said before that you wanted me to find some people from my Witch Organization to help verify your research path, perhaps now you can give me some guidance?”

The portly older brother was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

“You say, I do,” Lin An slowly extended his hand, mysterious and strange orange-red patterns spread from his elbow inside his sleeve towards his palm, “You see, I, too, possess the power of the Furnace.”

“!!!” The portly older brother narrowed his eyes, “Are you worried I’ll do something during the treatment? Taking precautions against me?”

“Just taking precautions against you, the pig butcher!” Zhuang roared loudly, drawing laughter from the surrounding Witch-hunting Knights who were there for the amusement.

Lin An sighed, Zhuang, are you really helping me?

He looked sincerely at the portly older brother, “This is my subordinate’s daughter, I value her a great deal and wish to put forth effort on her behalf, hoping to have Mr. Fugui’s support.”

This was the result of the decision made in the previous Antler Conference Room meeting—Lin An was in charge of managing the Chive garden, and everyone else needed to go through Lin An for any matters instead of interfering with the people in the Chive garden on their own.

And Lin An was responsible to report to the Antler Leader, Mr. Cao.

“It’s decided then,” Professor Cao declared with finality, his gaze gentle and approving as he looked at Lin An, “To stand out and take responsibility, not bad!”

“You go ahead and do it, I’ll keep an eye on you.”

See? Having a master really is damn satisfying!

In a place like Lu Jiao, where no one yields to anyone else, only his own master would truly stand by his side.

The portly older brother furrowed his brow, “If the leader says it’s fine, then it’s fine. But An, can you really handle this?”

Mr. Cao snorted coldly on the side, “My disciple!”

Mr. Cao’s notorious temper was not unfounded, and at this point, the portly older brother wouldn’t dare utter another word, for Mr. Cao might truly draw his knife.

Everyone present had grown up together, Zhuang’s audacity and Mr. Cao’s stubbornness were well engrained in their hearts.

Since Mr. Cao was irked, the portly older brother had no choice but to shut his mouth.

As children, they could gang up on Mr. Cao and take him on together, but now Mr. Cao was too formidable, no amount of calling for help was of any use now, and there was nothing to be done about it.

…

Lin An’s talent was not bad at all, and moreover, he had begun to draw on a great deal of Spiritual Energy to assist his brain function, keeping himself in a state of highly active life force.

The theories explained by the portly older brother were quickly understood by him.

“The trick to refining the second Furnace Core lies in the convergence of the body’s vital energy flows.” Once he began to work, Mr. Fugui’s expression became unusually serious, forgetting about Mr. Cao and Zhuang in the process.

He earnestly instructed Lin An, “An, you should also deeply experience this sensation, as you might be able to rely on this feeling to condense your own Furnace Core in the future.”

Mr. Cao, on the side, glanced at Chen Fugui thoughtfully, his gaze flickering.

“What is a Furnace? A Furnace is the concentrated activity of our essence, energy, and spirit, representing the essence of all our life activities,” he said.

“Place your palm against the lungs, allowing the Furnace’s power to slowly infiltrate, to let your essence, energy, and spirit communicate with this girl’s essence, energy, and spirit.”

“It’s the ‘Slapping Skill’ from the ‘Three Steps of Armor-making’ that your master taught you, but it must be performed with utmost gentleness.”

“Remember, not everything Mr. Cao says is right. I think our interaction with the Sorcerer Zombie’s aura, with other living beings’ auras, it’s not just a game of strategy,”
“You have to learn to communicate with another life, to connect, to guide, to know how to lead gently.”

Mr. Fugui fiddled with the large gold ring on his finger, “An, if you were a fisherman, you’d probably understand my method easily.”

“Love, you’ve been in love, right? It’s like a tug of war, when she steps forward, you step back, and when you step forward, she steps back.”

“Hey, in this advancing and retreating, unbeknownst to her, under your invisible guidance, you’ve both gradually moved to the bedside.”

“At that moment, it just takes a gentle push, and voilà, everything falls into place…”

“Cough cough cough~~” Zhuang coughed violently, glanced at Mr. Fugui, then stared at him and said in a low voice, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Mr. Fugui looked at him with disdain and continued looking down at Lin An’s hand placed on the little girl’s chest, continuing, “You push her to the abyss, you push her to the sky, letting her lose sense of direction, confusing her nerves…”

Zhuang felt his fist clenching. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were in the midst of treatment, he would have punched Mr. Fugui right into the ground.

“Hey, you get what I’m saying, right?”

Lin An lifted his head, looked at him, and nodded, “Allow the essence, energy, and spirit to enter the meridian circulation of the five zang-organs and six fu-organs, guiding it with the heart and small intestine, controlling it simultaneously.”

Mr. Fugui was startled, then gave a thumbs-up, “You’ve got quite the comprehension skills!”

Lin An didn’t speak; this wasn’t an easy task, and he had already started to sweat from his forehead.

With both hands, he guided the essence, energy, and spirit down from the lungs, then parted them, one hand placed over the heart, the other over the small intestine.

Just then, the girl suddenly groaned, uttering a fragile moan, and slowly opened her eyes.

But in those eyes, there was only endless emptiness.

“Hey, see? After calming the essence, energy, and spirit, the gates are wide open, lured by the Spirit World Aura, the Sorcerer Zombie’s aura begins to move towards the gates,”
“An, I’ll teach you some techniques for the eyes later. At this time, the best approach would be to infiltrate through the window of the soul, directly into the spirit!”

“But this kind of technique that requires the Furnace Core is still too early for you.”

“You just keep it up, let her essence, energy, and spirit circulate within the five zang-organs and six fu-organs. Hey, I’m telling you, she should now immerse herself in every single memory from the past.”

“At this time, she should stir up emotional fluctuations, because after all, it’s the Sorcerer’s Bloodline. You keep letting her dive in, to find the memory in her life that gives her the deepest insight, to awaken her Sorcerer’s Bloodline, to make her awaken.”

“After she becomes a wizard, she will naturally begin to absorb Spirit World Aura, and that’s when you have the hook for fishing out the Sorcerer Zombie’s aura inside her body.”

“Get it, right? This step is a shortcut. If it’s not a Sorcerer’s Bloodline, we skip it, but the operational technique is the same; it’s just more complicated.”

Lin An nodded his head.

As the little girl opened her eyes, although they were empty, they also created a channel for a psychic connection.

Then, two spiritual illusions began to emerge.

One looked very much like a civet, with irregular patterns and three colors—black, white, and orange—a pair of large fangs, and a bushy tail.

The other was a picture frame. Inside the frame was a family portrait of three. The father was a Caidai Witch, the mother, just a blur, and in the middle, a little girl smiling with a missing front tooth.

The little girl in the picture wriggled, looking at Lin An with a pleading expression, “Big brother, please don’t hurt little Hua Hua.”

As she expressed her concern, dew began to condense on the picture frame, turning into tear streaks, slowly starting to drip down.