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"Magic?" All of their eyes were shining.

"Big Grandpa, teach me!"

"Big Grandpa, let me give you a punch on the back."

One by one, they immediately stood up and surrounded the Magus, trying to please him.

In order to become a Magus, one had to go through the enlightenment of a Magus. Only then would they be able to learn spells.

However, it was not bad for a thousand Magi to be born in the millions of Blood Witch Clan.

In the past, there were more than three thousand Magi in the Blood Witch Clan.

Currently, there were only two Magi in the Blood Witch Clan. One was the Great Mage in front of Xue Zhantian, and the other one was the Second Wizard.

Becoming a Magus was something that the Blood Witch Clan respected the most. With a noble identity, any one of them wanted to become a Magus.

However, the requirements for becoming a Magus were extremely harsh. Not only were they talented in cultivation, their spiritual force was also extraordinary. Both could not be lacking.

It would take at least a hundred years for a new Magus to be born. There was a high chance that a new Magus would be born among the ten million people.

Magi had an incredible divine ability, and that was their inheritance. Which Magus had a longer lifespan than that of an ordinary person, and was usually around 300 years old?

When their time was up, they would put all the knowledge they had learned into a descendant with a strong spiritual force. This way, they could give birth to a Magus.

The new Magus was a self-taught genius who had not received any inheritance. The birth of a new Magus was a miracle.

"Here you go." The wizard took out six small iron rods and handed them over to them.

One by one, they excitedly accepted it.

"Look at me. Look at the small iron bar. Push your thumb forward and bend your thoughts in your direction." The wizard held the small iron bar, pressing his thumb forward and bending his mind backward. The small iron bar did bend backwards.

"Big Grandpa, are you messing with us?"

None of them were able to bend the small iron rods backwards. Instead, the small iron rods were bent forward due to the pressure of their thumbs, causing them to feel discouraged as they spoke.

The Magus was stunned!

Xiao Shi also noticed that, when she looked at Xue Zhantian, he was stunned!

Victory had undoubtedly also seen this and had revealed a look of shock as his mouth opened wide in shock!

Xue Zhantian picked up the small iron rod and followed the Magus's instructions. In the end, although the little iron rod was pressed forward according to his will, the tip of the thumb still bent backwards according to his will.

"Comparing people makes one mad. When I received the inheritance, three months of practice before I was able to bend the iron rod." The Magus thought dejectedly to himself as he inwardly exclaimed Xue Zhantian's superb spiritual force.

"Not bad, not bad at all. Just a little bit worse than me back then." The Magus retorted shamelessly.

"Ninth Prince, you're awesome!" Xiao Shi was extremely happy as she hugged Xue Zhantian and gave him a fierce kiss.

"Zhan Tian, stick to Xiao Shi's chest and use your psychokinesis to communicate with the sword essence. After you infuse it with your psychokinesis, the sword essence will awaken." The Magus replied in a serious tone.

"Oh!" Xue Zhantian pressed his forehead against the center of the two proud peaks of Xiao Shi.

Xiao Shi's beautiful face flushed red. At night, no one paid attention to her charming face.

"I didn't sense it, I only felt that Big Sister Xiao Shi's heart was beating extremely quickly." Xue Zhantian was depressed.

Ever since Xue Zhantian had become sensible, he wanted Xue Zhantian to feel her chest.

Xue Zhantian didn't take it to heart, but a child would naturally not listen to him.

Xiao Shi tried her best to make Xue Zhantian feel her chest.

Xue Zhantian was very mischievous and disobedient. In the end, Wu Wangfei came up with an idea for them to sleep together. Xiao Shi hugged Xue Zhantian's head, with her forehead against her chest.

Xue Zhantian didn't have much to say in the beginning, but a year later, he felt as if he was in his own chest.

There was a very strange feeling, which was why he often looked at Xiao Shi's chest.

From a flat place, it became a huge and majestic mountain.

As long as Xiao Shi and Xue Zhantian were not more than a thousand meters away, they would be able to sense each other.

"Zhan Tian, did you always feel that there was one of you in Xiao Shi's chest?" the wizard asked softly.

"Yes, as long as I am within a thousand meters, I will be able to feel the self on my chest." Xue Zhantian said.

"Xiao Shi, calm down. Otherwise, Zhan Tian will be killed by Blood name in three days." The Magus replied in a serious tone.

Xiao Shi was so scared that her face did not turn pale. She immediately forgot to be shy, and her heart gradually calmed down.

The mountain on Xiao Shi's chest was especially big, the super type.

The reason seemed to be that Xue Zhantian was staring at that place every second. An inexplicable fever had caused that place to constantly grow.

"My heartbeat returned to normal, but I still couldn't sense it." Xue Zhantian said gloomily.

In the ancient times, it was difficult for a sword cultivator to cultivate one sword essence in his lifetime.

The sword cultivator gradually withdrew from the martial arts arena.

But the warrior was very smart, and gave birth to a Sword Attendant.

Some large clans would pick out some cultivation geniuses to serve as their sword guards.

Many young ladies had male sword attendants, but in the end, the sword attendants and their masters had a relationship, causing their elders to be so angry that they vomited blood.

After that, there were no more male sword attendants.

Once he had a Sword Attendant, he would be unable to split up. After all, the sword origin was always on the Sword Attendant's body. If they split up, it would cause their cultivation to drop.

There were two types of Sword Attendants. One was real, while the other was fake.

A fake Sword Attendant, casually found someone to impersonate him, just for face.

The real Sword Attendant would definitely help Master refine and nourish the sword essence.

In ancient times, when a sword cultivator reached a certain level of cultivation, they would tear out a tiny bit of their soul and refine it.

The soul was the weakest of them all. Once touched, it would become extremely dangerous. A sliver of soul would be torn out, and the soul would be seriously injured.

Without a heaven defying Pill recovering her soul, there were some that would never be able to cure the soul injuries, much less cultivate sword essence.