Firefly Journey

"You are weak."

"I know."

Cassius spoke very bluntly, and Lin Yuanran responded very bluntly as well.

Cassius didn't mean to insult or look down on Lin Yuanran, and Lin Yuanran also felt that it was perfectly reasonable.

"But you are very talented."

"I know too."

With limited talent, how could he have mastered the Great Flame Dragon in just a few months? Lin Yuanran had inquired and found that even the most powerful "fire mages" of the past few years had taken at least a year to master the Great Flame Dragon, while he had learned it using only a tattered piece of paper, which spoke volumes.

Talent is probably the only "golden finger" that Lin Yuanran has thought about since he transmigrated here.

Compared to his ignorance, Cassius knew more about the situation. This child had some connection with Death, although he didn't know the specific reason. But in any case, he was now his student, and as a teacher, he should do his best to teach and enlighten him, without holding back or leaving anything unsaid.

“My teaching style is actually quite boring. I only teach a class like today once a week at most, and it mostly depends on the students’ self-discipline.”

Lin Yuanran wasn't surprised. Although Cassius might seem like a hands-off manager, he would always answer any questions his students had about their cultivation. Besides, there were the little clay figures, weren't there? Every student received one of those little trinkets from him, so it was unreasonable to say he wasn't attentive.

“I’m very busy, busy with a lot of things,” Cassius said.

Lin Yuanran said, "I know, teacher. Fengling and the others told me that you are running for councilor."

"More than that, but the other things are none of your business."

I won't ask.

"Hmm." Cassius nodded slightly in satisfaction. "I asked you to stay not only to say some nonsense, but also to arrange your private lessons."

Lin Yuanran listened attentively.

"Now that the Great Flame Dragon has mastered its skills, it's time for it to access even better divine pronouncements. I have another one here; you can take it."

After Cassius finished speaking, he flicked his wrist lightly, and Lin Yuanran found a thin piece of paper in his hand, made of the same material as the one that recorded the Fireball Technique and the Great Flame Dragon back in the town.

Lin Yuanran looked down.

Oracle. Boiling Furnace.

"Thank you, teacher."

“No need, it’s what I should do.” Cassius turned around, took two steps toward the door, and said, “When you have free time, go to the fire training ground more often, and listen to the open classes taught by those fire oracle teachers.”

Once you've mastered the 'Boiling Furnace,' your internal mana should be abundant enough. At that point, you can attempt to advance to the Second Awakening stage.

After saying that, Cassius strode out of the teaching building.

Lin Yuanran didn't go back immediately, but instead crumpled the thin yellow paper. He had seen this divine decree in the academy's points exchange room; it was worth ninety points.

What does 90 points mean?

The most basic tasks at the academy can earn around ten points. With Lin Yuanran's current abilities, it would take him at least one to two months to earn that many points.

With Cassius's intervention, it was equivalent to saving him two months of his time. Indeed, having a good teacher is truly beneficial...

Lin Yuanran looked at the boiling furnace and discovered that it was not simply a fire-based divine oracle, but was also closely related to the "water mage".

This is a multi-system divine oracle.

If the user is both a "fire mage" and a "water mage", the power of this spell will be greatly increased.

Similarly, if this spell is cast by two different "fire mages" and "water mages", it can form a combo skill, which is several levels stronger than when used by a single class.

After studying it carefully for a while, Lin Yuanran put it in his pocket, then walked out of the classroom and locked the door.

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After class today, Fengling didn't go home right away; instead, she turned north.

At the north gate, she happened to run into a blond man who was about the same age as her.

The man, beaming, blocked her path.

"Big sister, where are we going?"

The man's name was Xu Zhengming. He was the eldest son of her second uncle and, besides her, the most outstanding child in the Xu family.

"It's none of your business, you'd better shut up," Wind Chime said impatiently.

Xu Zhengming did not back down, biting his lip and saying, "I transferred classes today, and I will be classmates with Morgan from now on."

The wind chime gave a nonchalant "Oh," and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

Xu Zhengming said, "If we're talking about which class can rival Class 29, I think it's only Class 63."

"So what?" Wind Chime said nonchalantly, "You always like to go against me, is it fun?"

"That's fun!" Xu Zhengming shouted. "I'll fight you to the bitter end for the spot to represent St. Louis in the college competition!"

I've been preparing for this for a long time. I told Morgan that if he agreed to help me transfer classes, I would help with your wedding to him.

Fengling chuckled, "You used me to build a relationship with him, and then you used me to get back at me. Xiaoming, you're a genius."

Upon hearing the name "Xiaoming," Xu Zhengming's expression faltered, but he couldn't suppress his defiant spirit: "Just you wait, I will definitely defeat you and make Grandpa and the others look at me with new eyes!"

Wind Chime waved her hand: "I know, good luck, so please move aside, okay?"

Seeing his cousin's expression, Xu Zhengming felt like he had punched cotton. He wanted to say something but couldn't, so he could only stand aside.

Fengling didn't ride in the Xu family's carriage; her fair legs seemed to have wings, and she disappeared after a few turns, which made Xu Zhengming, who was trying to follow her, even more frustrated.

Where did my older sister go? Should we tell Grandpa?

I'd rather not...

Among the younger generation of the Xu family, Xu Penglong is the most favored. Even though her grandfather has been trying to marry her off in recent years, it doesn't mean that her status has decreased.

Xu Zhengming, feeling depressed, boarded the carriage to go home. Unlike her older sister, he wouldn't be punished by his strict grandfather if he returned late or went out fooling around.

A dozen minutes later, the wind chime appeared in an abandoned factory.

The sun had not yet set, but the factory was shrouded in darkness. If an ordinary person were to enter, they would find it impossible to see their own hand in front of their face and would be unable to move an inch.

The wind chimes, however, seemed to illuminate the scene as if it were daytime; darkness could not obstruct her vision.

Ahead, there was a hunched old man.

He was wearing a black robe, unlike the style worn by the Vatican.

The Vatican worships Julius, and its emblem is a six-pointed star derived from the sun. The pattern on this person's body is a curved semicircle, just like a half-moon.

The old man was probably from a dwarf tribe, standing only a little over a meter tall, but that didn't diminish his air of mystery.

"What is it?" Fengling was still a little impatient. If she hadn't been contacted, she would be at home reading a book right now, not an academic book, but a collection of interesting anecdotes.

"The Palace Master said... you are fully responsible for the Academy Competition." The old man said respectfully, "You can send whoever you want."

"Is that so?" Wind Chime became slightly interested. "Then tell Hantina to send the weakest members of the palace, and they must lose to St. Louis."

The hunched old man sighed, "I understand, I will convey it truthfully. I'm just glad you're happy."

"Also, Saintess, could we please not meet in places like this in the future? It's creepy. My church is perfectly adequate..."

"Shut up! Are you the saintess or am I the saintess?" Feng Ling said coldly, acting willful and arrogant.

"You are..." The hunchbacked old man smiled helplessly.

Because of the ancestral god Aepeya, the Dark Temple has always been ruled by women. A Holy Maiden is equivalent to a crown princess, the next temple master.

This old man is also a person with a name and surname: the Temple's ambassador to Il City, Bennett of "Cooldown", a "Reflection" with three awakenings, and a rare profession of the Dark Temple.

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P.S.: Good news/high EQ: This book will continue to accompany everyone for some time, possibly by the year.

Bad news/Low emotional intelligence: This lazy author updates so slowly, why doesn't he just die?

Happy New Year everyone.