The Strongest Magician of Gods

"How is this possible?" The fat monk was stunned and paled after a moment of silence.

In his view, physical techniques are just the basic methods among all kinds of methods. The practice of physical techniques is tedious and boring, and it takes years of perseverance to achieve success. However, when a practitioner cultivates physical techniques to the ultimate level, the body will produce a certain mystery. This mystery is too rare, but once it appears, the physical techniques will be elevated to another level.

All the sorcerers in the world know that physical techniques require years of tempering the body. As time goes by, after decades or even hundreds of years of cultivation, the body will undergo a great transformation. In fact, after reaching the ultimate level of physical techniques, a terrifying magical physique will awaken.

Once that magical physique awakens, it will shake the entire world.

In short, physical skills were incredibly sacred in the fat monk's eyes. Even though physical skills were just the most basic techniques practiced among great mages, Mo Bei was still completely unable to access such techniques at his current level.

But such unexpected things happen in the grand scheme of things. The fat monk was initially terrified when he saw it, but he managed to accept it.

"You've even cultivated this kind of method to the point of perfecting the external cultivation technique? That's unbelievable!" the fat monk exclaimed in shock.

Mo Bei squinted and looked him over, as if afraid he wouldn't scare him. He stood up straight, and when his emotions reached a certain critical point, four gray-blue wings would occasionally emerge from his magic boots and flap them gracefully.

“Everyone has their own destiny. The body technique I cultivate is called ‘Body Tempering Technique,’ which has a total of 120 body tempering diagrams. I have already mastered the 60th diagram, which is why I decided to come and see you at this time,” Mo Bei said indifferently.

"Very good. Your 120 Body Tempering Diagrams barely qualify you as a mid-level technique. In this world, only mages who have reached the level of a Grand Mage can cultivate body techniques. This is because the cultivation of body techniques will wear down the cultivator's essence, energy, and spirit. If someone at a lower level cultivates them, their blood and energy will be depleted in an instant, and their body will become weak. Sooner or later, they will be killed by their own cultivation. Therefore, only mages who have cultivated their bodies to a level extremely close to that of a Grand Mage can begin to cultivate body techniques. As the cultivator's strength increases, the body techniques can be increased layer by layer. However, it is rare for someone with your current physique to be able to cultivate the Body Tempering Technique to the level of perfect external refinement. But this will save you a lot of time."

The fat monk chuckled sinisterly, casually grabbed the gourd from his waist, uncorked it, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

“I already know why you’re here, you brat.”

The fat monk chuckled. Ever since he sent Mo Bei to Austin Magic Academy for training, unless something major happened, it was difficult for this guy to come and see him, given his personality.

"Uh! That makes sense now. Having cultivated to this level, I actually don't know how to continue cultivating. I can't grasp the internal cultivation methods in body techniques for the time being, so I have no choice but to ask for your guidance."

Mo Bei bowed slightly and said in a low voice.

"I knew you wouldn't come here for anything good. Oh well, I must have owed you something in my past life."

The fat monk clicked his tongue, savoring the wine in the gourd, then hung the gourd on his waist and continued.

“A mage who has cultivated to this level already has a very comprehensive range of cultivation methods. Physical techniques are actually just the basic methods for a great mage. Mages at this level are all extremely powerful in combat, so it is clear that I will teach you the basic methods of great mage cultivation next,” the fat monk said.

"Basic Law? Heh, I've heard that great magicians can develop magical powers. What is this Basic Law? You're not trying to trick me, are you?" Mo Bei asked doubtfully.

He didn't come here to learn any basic laws, but to learn powerful supernatural abilities. If he could learn even a trick or two of magical supernatural abilities at the level of a high-level mage, then he would have the ability to easily defeat his peers in the Soul-Seizing Hall. This is because those people in the sect have probably been training their bodies since childhood. If trouble were to break out in the sect, they would at least have some trump cards left behind. Otherwise, if their identities were exposed, they would have no way to escape.

He didn't want to plunge headfirst into the Dead Sea and never return.

"Trying to fool you? Don't overestimate yourself. Supernatural powers? You're really dreaming. Great mages who can cultivate magical supernatural powers are all top-tier beings. Such supernatural powers cannot be cultivated in a short time. You are just a high-level mage. You have a long way to go. I only have the basics here. If you want to learn, I will teach you. If you don't want to learn, then forget it. I'm too lazy to indulge you."

The fat monk looked disgusted, then turned away and ignored him.

"Hey, hey, what's with that expression? We're discussing a problem. Do you even know what discussing a problem means? What's with that look of disgust on your face?"

As the fat monk turned around, Mo Bei's usually aloof face broke into a smile, and he reached out and pulled him back.

"What?" The fat monk looked up and squinted, as if asking if you wanted to learn.

"Really do not have?"

To everyone's surprise, Mo Bei asked again, still puzzled.

"No, not really."

The fat monk grew impatient and turned around again, only to be pulled back by Mo Bei.

His face darkened, and he looked utterly disgusted.

"That Basic Law is powerful!"

Mo Bei became interested; learning something new was better than not learning anything at all.

"Oh!" The fat monk finally smiled.

"This fundamental law is indeed powerful. You must understand that once a mage enters a sect, they may spend their entire life in endless battles. Simply put, the reason why mages exist in this world is because there is still battle. The fighting style of a great mage is different from that of a high-ranking mage, and their fighting forms are also very different. Therefore, what causes the great mage's fighting form to be reversed is the fundamental law that you look down upon. After this explanation, I will ask you again, do you want to learn it?"

The fat monk smiled smugly. From Mo Bei's thoughtful and serious expression, he already knew the answer, so he felt a little excited. He had finally won back a point.

“Of course I’ll learn it! You should have taken out something this good sooner.” Mo Bei retorted, not to be outdone.

"Tch, we're not related, why should I teach you?" the fat monk roared.

"Uh!"

Mo Bei suddenly couldn't keep up with the conversation, but then she remembered the letter from a few days ago and smiled brightly.

"You're being so formal. How could we not be related, dear uncle?"

Mo Bei stuck out his tongue, as if he had grasped the fist of victory.

"Naughty."

The fat monk glared at him, his face full of smiles, before his expression turned somber.

"follow me."

The fat monk became solemn and walked to the back door with his plump figure.

"squeak"

As soon as the door opened, the lush bamboo forest was so dense that it was clear that this was not a bamboo grove at all.

These bamboos are thick and tall, extremely green, and the lush bamboo leaves are refreshing. As Mo Bei walks through the bamboo forest, his nose is filled with a sweet aroma.