The Strongest Magician of Gods

At the residence, the car slowly came to a stop, and Mo Bei got out of the car.

I spent several hours at Austin School of Magic and had a long private conversation with the former headmaster.

Mo Bei held an admission invitation in one hand and a bunch of keys in the other.

He took out the key, looking dazed. The key slowly slid into the lock cylinder, but he couldn't get it in no matter what he did.

"Hmm, that shouldn't be the case. It was locked properly when I left this morning, so why does the lock cylinder seem so much bigger now?"

Mo Bei thought for a moment. This dilapidated door had always been easy to open, so why did it feel different today?

"Ugh! Who did this? Did some bastard steal it from me?!"

He looked around with a bitter expression; the once dilapidated door suddenly seemed brand new.

Surprisingly, this door suffered a cruel fate just hours after he left; it was broken into and replaced with a new door, so the door frame and lock cylinder are all new.

"Damn it, they're a bunch of bandits. What kind of people are they! On the surface, they're instructors at the academy, but behind the scenes, they're all hypocrites."

Mo Bei finally understood and cursed under his breath.

"Bang bang bang."

He pounded on the brand-new door with all his might, the force of the blows hitting the door frame making it feel like the frame was jumping up and down, the sound of the pounding echoing all around.

"Hey, hey, open the door quickly."

Mo Bei was furious and started kicking and pounding on the door.

"They're here." A hearty laugh came from inside.

"Cock!"

Luo Xiu opened the door, smiling.

Mo Bei's face darkened, growing increasingly gloomy, as a bunch of keys dangled between his fingers.

"Luo Xiu, what a mess you've made!" Mo Bei roared angrily.

Luo Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly put on a forced smile.

"No, no, we'll all be cultivating together from now on. Your door is too dilapidated. I paid some money to replace it, but it seems you're a little reluctant! Why don't you give me back the money and I'll reinstall that broken door for you?"

Luo Xiu smirked arrogantly, implying that he wasn't going to admit his mistake.

"Solving your lies? You're implying I should thank you? Let me guess, you clearly couldn't get in and had to break down the door. Do you think I'm stupid? Pshaw. And you even offered to replace the door for me—what a nice way to put it!"

Mo Bei rolled her eyes dismissively, straightened up and bumped past Luo Xiu's arm, walking in. Luo Xiu winced in pain.

"Hey, could you please tell me before you come in? So barbaric! It's just a different door, what a stingy thing to do," Luo Xiu said, feeling sorry for her.

"It's just a matter of changing the door!" Mo Bei grumbled, giving a defiant look.

The once chaotic hall was now spotless, with several wooden barrels placed separately and some herbs piled up in the corner.

The unpleasant smell of herbs filled his nostrils, and Mo Bei frowned slightly.

"It's just some simple herbs, barely enough to cultivate the first cultivation diagram of the Body Tempering Technique," Luo Xiu explained.

"No way, there seem to be a lot of herbs, how come it's only enough for one cultivation diagram? I seem to remember there are more than a hundred cultivation diagrams on it! So if you want to complete all the cultivation diagrams on it, how many herbs would you need!" Mo Bei exclaimed in surprise.

Luo Xiu was surprised; this guy really dared to think that way.

"Don't even think about it. Cultivating everything? You're really ambitious. The entire city of Austin can't even gather enough medicinal herbs for the seventh cultivation diagram. Just the blood of third-tier magical beasts alone would be enough to give you a hard time," Luo Xiu said.

"Is there anything special about this? You seem to know a lot about it. Why don't you tell me now when no one's around? What do you say?"

Mo Bei smiled, her eyes fixed on him. Ever since she saw Luo Xiu's magic source sealed with an ice-type nine-tailed fox in the bar, she felt more and more that Luo Xiu's identity was not so simple.

"I would have told you even if you hadn't asked, especially about this Body Technique, which you absolutely must learn," Luo Xiu said coldly.

"Oh, is physical skill really that important?" Mo Bei asked tentatively.

“Yes, physical skills are extremely important for mages. It’s not just about strengthening the body. Once we enter a sect, we’ll be constantly fighting. Survival in a sect is brutal. The survival rate of mages who leave Austin City is frighteningly low. Every few years, the four major academies send about a hundred mages to various sects, but these mages have never returned. It’s as if they’ve vanished from this world forever. There’s a bloody secret hidden within this,” Luo Xiu said.

"Oh, is everything you've said related to this physical technique?"

Mo Bei pondered, following Luo Xiu's train of thought, and realized that he had never heard of any magicians who had returned alive.

"Physical skills? You don't understand the power of physical skills yet. The reason I forced you to practice physical skills is for a reason. With our current strength, we are not even in the same league as the high-level mages of the sect. The high-level mages of the sect have already mastered the ultimate secrets of physical skills. Some of them have even mastered the true integration of body and magic, making them extremely powerful." Luo Xiu said coldly.

"What's the difference between sects' cultivation and ours? We all cultivate magic, so what else could they possibly cultivate?" Mo Bei laughed.

"Hehe, the cultivation of sects is only for one purpose, which is to fight. Therefore, their cultivation from childhood is fundamentally different from ours. I heard that sect disciples will temper their physical bodies when they are young, and then cultivate various weapons. They are born to be warriors."

Luo Xiu spoke calmly, but the message he conveyed was so cruel.

"Could it be that with the cultivation of physical techniques, the body will one day master the power of magic? If so, it's no different from the martial arts in my previous life. I've been training my body and cultivating various weapons and techniques since I was a child. What kind of world have I come to?!" Mo Bei wondered in surprise.

In fact, the disciples of the sect practice even more arduously, training desperately every day. It is a cruel place, where they hone their fighting spirit from a young age, learning various weapons, starting with hidden weapons.

They are born warriors, possessing powerful blood and energy. As their magical abilities continue to rise, their combat strength will increase significantly.

Luo Xiu's eyes flashed with a burning, cold light, and deep within his memory, a link to that memory gradually appeared, and a chill emanated from his body.

"Physical skills are the most important technique for mages. If neither of us has mastered the Body Tempering Technique, our fate after entering the sect will be tragic. The sect is not as wonderful as you imagine."

Luo Xiu said coldly, his memories swirling and turbulent. He turned and walked past Mo Bei, his long hair flowing, revealing that his mind was in turmoil.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Mo Bei glanced at him, his mind racing.

"What secrets are hidden in physical techniques, and what kind of cultivation method is this Body Tempering Technique?"

Mo Bei whispered, as if a fog had begun to appear before his eyes.