CH 70

Bai Lixin opened the intermediate magic book. The incarnations in the intermediate magic books were a little more obscure, but they were not too difficult to analyze as long as the logical relationships were analyzed.

Some people spend their lives unable to understand the meaning of intermediate magic, not because they didn’t have enough magic, but because they couldn’t work out the logic behind it. Just like many people could never work out three-dimensional geometry, vectors, or calculus.

Bai Lixin did not rush to recite the spells but first went through the book from beginning to end.

Afterwards, he closed the book and walked around the huge hall, through a short corridor, and into the back hall.

There were not many rooms in the back hall. Although Dijia had told him what was in the back hall, there were no clues as to which room was which, so Bai Lixin could only open them one by one.

The first room was a parlor.

The room was large, but there were only a few sofas and a coffee table. Floor-to-ceiling windows were set into the wall. The curtains were open to let in the bright light of the windows.

The second room was a dining room.

The dining table was rectangular but not as long as the one in the palace. It was about the size of a table for eight, and food, fruits, and vegetables, as well as some roasted beef and lamb, were neatly laid out.

Bai Lixin placed his hand over the meat and felt the heat rise, as if it had just been roasted.

Was this also the power of magic?

He wasn’t hungry yet, so he just took a look and exited.

The third room was the study, two of the walls were embedded with huge bookshelves, and they were filled with all kinds of books.

This was the only room that looked fuller and had more stuff in it.

In between the two bookshelves against the wall was a red lacquered wooden square table. Bai Lixin walked up to one shelf and started browsing.

He soon found the book he needed, “The General Principals of the Magical Language.”

Bai Lixin took the reference book down, walked over to the desk, and took out a feather and a piece of white paper. He began to write down the logic of magic on the paper as he flipped through the two books.

He wrote quickly, and within a short time, he had written three full pages.

By the time he was starting to get tired of writing, he had already learnt how to use wind magic to control the quill to write. In this way, he began to practice the fineness of wind magic.

At first, the pen would land on the paper with either too much force or in the wrong direction, and the handwriting was crooked.

But it wasn’t long until the quill came to life. The pure white feather shimmered as if it were an elegant ballerina dancing on tiptoe.

Bai Lixin found that magic was interesting.

Of course, higher levels of magic would inevitably need a greater range to show how truly powerful it was.

Lower level magic was usually a ball of water, a bow and arrow etc, while intermediate level magic would easily cover a dozen square feet or even dozens of square feet.

Ranged magic: it was so dazzling, trading accuracy for precision.

The focus of magic books was on how to make magic more powerful, but the basics of ‘aiming’, or accuracy, got neglected.

Perhaps the magicians who created magic spells forgot about this or it was because of some other reason.

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The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon. The young man was looking out of the window with his chin in one hand, and the sunlight coming in shone on his handsome face.

His bangs were tinted a warm pale gold, and his whole body was bathed in the sunlight, making him look as divine as a pure white dove in the sky.

The young man appeared to be idle. His other hand was waving casually in the air, and a quill danced on the desk.

It was this image that Dijia saw when he teleported into the study.

The young man’s fingers were manipulating the quill to write, and he didn’t notice Dijia’s presence. As Dijia walked forward, his shoes landed on the soft and delicate velvet carpet, and the small friction finally caught the young man’s attention.

The picture was immediately broken as the young man turned his head, but there was no surprise or fear in his eyes.

He seemed to have expected his arrival, or rather, he had long been accustomed to his sudden appearance.

The two men just stared at each other, with Bai Lixin sitting in the light and Dijia standing within the shadows.

They were in one room, yet under sunlight, it was like they were in two distinct worlds.

The scene before Dijia made him have a sudden indefinable sour feeling.

At that moment, the young man’s eyes, dotted with golden dots of light, were tinged with a smile as he opened his mouth and softly called out, “Master.”

It was as if thousands of birds had flown past, going through the layers of white clouds and towards the blue sky of their dreams.

Dijia was in a trance and he heard himself whisper back, “Well, I’m back.”

He shook his head gently before pulling himself out of the fantasy and walked with slightly shaken steps to his desk, covering his abnormality by looking at the notes Bai Lixin had recorded.

It was as if he had been possessed, the young man didn’t cast illusions on him, did he?

At first, he only glanced at the notes casually, but a second look made him amazed.

He thought that Bai Lixin was just manipulating the quill and scribbling with it, he didn’t expect that he was actually writing something on the paper.

He could vaguely see a long, thin wind curled around the quill; it manipulated it nimbly and precisely as if he were writing with it himself.

The ability to control the quill was already top-notch; but what he was writing was even more impressive.

He was actually copying incantations for intermediate magic.

There were several sheets of paper randomly laid out on the table, and Dijia casually drew one and read it. On the paper were the logical rules of magic neatly written out.

Dijia: “……”

This was simply too smart.

I suddenly don’t feel worthy of the title of “master”.

Dijia recited the incantation for wind magic and manipulated the quill. He took over the control and inserted the quill into the ink bottle.

This disciple had been accepted on a whim.

He had slept for a long time, and when he woke up, he suddenly felt the desire to take on a disciple, so he chose the young man on a whim.

The first time they met, he thought that the young man was good-looking, and his every detail was on point. But just when he was about to teach him something about magic, the young man recklessly placed his eyes where they shouldn’t be.

It was too arrogant to do that to someone you were meeting for the first time.

He didn’t know why, but at that moment, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment and anger.

The young man looked at him so freely without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

But the other party was just a child, and he retaliated in an even more childish manner, and watched with relish.

In the end, he simply handed him the magic book and gave him an impossible task.

At the time, he just wanted to see a hint of remorse on the young man’s calm face, but things didn’t turn out that way.

The next day, the other party gave him a big surprise.

And now the surprise had turned into frustration.

A disciple who was too clever was a burden to his master. What else could he teach him?

Dijia said, “Have you learnt the flooding technique?”

Say no, then I will teach you!

Bai Lixin: “Yes.”

Dijia paused for two seconds before asking, “How about Thunderstorm?”

You must not have learned this one, because it needs you to combine two elements!

Bai Lixin: “I have learned it too.”

Dijia’s body stiffened slightly: “What about the Small Space Technique?”

This one was even more powerful. It created an individual ecological space that required the integration of all seven elements. He must not have learned it.

Bai Lixin: “I’ve learnt it all.”

Dija: “……”

Child, why don’t you just rebel against your master?

Bai Lixin hesitantly looked at Dijia, “Uh, Master, do you want to teach me something?”

Dijia: “…… I’m just checking your learning ability.”

Definitely not trying to prove the value of a “master”.

Bai Lixin lazily propped his chin on one hand, his smiling eyes looking up and down the tall body. The words “I see through you but won’t say it” were written in his eyes.

A few seconds later, he stood up and walked towards Dijia with the sun at his back.

The flowing hem of his garment swayed like a small wave of white sea as he moved.

Within a few steps, Bai Lixin, who had been in the sunlight, blended completely into the darkness. He looked up at the tall, beast-headed, skeletal man, his fingertips seemingly falling on his opponent’s cold, white knuckles, and whispered: “Master, there is a spell I haven’t learned.”

The voice was soft and warm, like a warm breeze passing through Dijia’s bones and tickling his body.

Dijia: “Which is it?”

Bai Lixin: “Synesthesia. I have failed to learn it. Master, can you teach me?”

Dijia: “Yes.”

Yes, yes, yes, of course! I’ll teach you, I’ll teach you for sure!