Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

"I just drank a potion that can keep me young, so I keep my youthful appearance. I remember the teacher said that before."

Ye Shanming explained with a smile that this was a reason he and Celia had discussed to hide their identities.

"Flillian is only interested in learning magic, so she doesn't know much about potions. But I'm a Potions Master, and you and the teacher can't fool me with anything you've fabricated."

Fu Lamei looked at him with burning eyes, but Ye Shanming turned his head away without making any reply.

"I don't know the exact situation, but let's just treat it as it is."

Volame did not delve into the matter further. Instead, he let it go lightly and talked about his real thoughts.

"If I die one day, I'll have to trouble you to take care of the teacher and Fulilian, Junior Brother."

Hearing the strong implication of entrusting his son to someone else in Volame's words, Ye Shanming had a bad feeling in his heart and was interrupted just as he was about to speak.

"I'm planning to go to the Demon King's Castle, Erde. There's something I'm concerned about and want to confirm."

Volame looked up to the north, which was the direction of Ede, and the Demon King's City, the base camp of the demons, was there.

However, Volame did not go to the Demon King's Castle immediately, but continued to promote the popularization of magic. As for the specific situation, Ye Shanming did not know much about it. Since magic related to time and life are the domain of the goddess, he planned to look for the relics left by the goddess in this world.

The most famous one is the legend that when the goddess created the world, she left behind ten goddess tablets and a holy sword of salvation. When the world is facing destruction, the brave man will draw this sword to save the world.

The Holy Sword of Savior is located in the Sword Village. Ye Shanming has been to see it, but it is just an ordinary sword. There is nothing special about it except that it cannot be pulled out.

Therefore, after reading all the magic books in Celie's collection, he embarked on a journey to find the Goddess's Monument, but he never found any results.

"How strange! The location of the Holy Sword of Savior is clearly known, but the Goddess Monument only has vague records of it."

Ye Shanming closed the sage's notes in his hand, sighed helplessly, and took out another sage's notes from ancient times from the bookshelf to see if there was any record about the Goddess Monument.

"You are indeed here."

A familiar voice sounded from behind him, and Fulilian walked in carrying a suitcase. Ye Shan had heard her footsteps early in the morning and was not surprised by her visit. He turned his head to look at her and asked her purpose.

"Why did you come to see me suddenly, or did Volame ask you to come?"

"The teacher passed away, and I came to fulfill her last wish."

Fulilian took out a pendant and a scroll from the suitcase and handed them to Ye Shanming using levitation magic.

"Is she dead..."

Although he had anticipated Volame's death, the news still made him feel dazed and he didn't feel much of it.

He reached out to take what Volame had asked Fulilian to pass on, and picked up the pendant, which was in the shape of a magic wand with the symbol of the goddess on the back.

"This is?"

"The Holy Staff Certificate, a certificate issued by the Empire to the Great Magician."

Fulilian explained to him succinctly, "If there's nothing else, I'll go and pass on the teacher's last words to Celie."

"Go."

Without caring about Fulilian's departure, Ye Shanming opened the scroll. There was a barrier cast by Volame on it. If it was forcibly broken, the scroll would self-destruct.

Ye Shanming was quite familiar with Volame's barrier and easily untied it. There was only a short sentence on it -

After the Demon King is killed by the hero, go to the Demon King's Castle Erd.

"What did she find when she went to Ede?"

Ye Shanming rubbed his brows. This riddle-like message made him a little confused, or it would be more accurate to say it was a prophecy.

He planned to destroy the scroll with magic, but accidentally found some writing on the back. After reading it carefully, Ye Shanming smiled bitterly. There was a magic recorded on it, and it was a magic that he had instigated Volame to develop many years ago when he was planning to make trouble for Celie.

"Magic to maintain dignity?... I was just joking at the time."

With a sigh, the scroll spontaneously combusted without fire, dispersing in a cloud of ash. It was the first time in his life that he had heard of someone he knew dying, and he felt a sense of melancholy. He no longer had the heart to continue searching for the Goddess's monument in the notes of his predecessors, so he decided to go out and travel for a while to relax.

He walked towards the main hall of Celiai, ready to say goodbye to her. As he reached the door, he saw Fulilian coming out and brushing past him without a word. Although her expression wasn't very obvious, Ye Shanming, who was quite familiar with her, still noticed her displeasure.

The two of them are having another quarrel.

Given the relationship between Fulilian and Celia, Ye Shanming guessed the reason without having to think too much. He just walked into the hall and before he could see what Celia was doing, he heard Celia's unhappy voice:

"Are you going to piss me off too? Get out!"

The strong wind wrapped around his body and was about to push him out the door. Ye Shanming raised his eyebrows, ignored Celia's anger, and followed the push to leave.

This loli elf teacher of hers is soft all over except for her words. She might be the one who is most sad about Volame's death, after all, she was the one who raised the child.

"Then take care of yourself. I'm going to be out for a while."

Ye Shanming told the main hall his purpose, and without caring whether Celia heard him or not, he left. There was no movement in the main hall behind him, only a pair of silent eyes watching him walk away.

Chapter 15: Can you take this Heavenly Star Shock?

"Thank you so much! I don't know what I would have done without you."

A carriage was galloping on the mountain road. Its originally gorgeous appearance was covered with mud. Inside the carriage, a middle-aged man held Ye Shanming's hand tightly, his face full of gratitude.

This time when he came out to relax, Ye Shanming planned to go to the south. He had been active in the central and northern continents in recent years. As a result, when he was passing through the Engu Mountain Road on his way south, he encountered a sudden landslide. Unfortunately, this carriage was caught in it, and he was rescued by using floating magic.

"It's just a casual thing. Giving me a ride is enough payment."

Ye Shanming did not show much emotion towards the man's gratitude. In his past journeys, he had saved people so many times that he had long been accustomed to it.

The man's face suddenly became awkward, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak. Under Ye Shanming's puzzled gaze, he finally couldn't help but speak, and pushed the little girl in his arms in front of Ye Shanming.

"Master Magician, can you help me see if my daughter has a talent for learning magic?"

"I remember that people are very resistant to magic. Why would you want your daughter to learn magic?"

Ye Shanming touched the little girl's head with his right hand. The latter shrank her neck shyly, closed her eyes and let Ye Shanming check her magical aptitude.

"My lord, that was a long time ago. Ever since Lord Volame established the Imperial Magic Agency, many more useful magics have become available in our lives. Now, becoming a magician is the most desirable profession."

The man explained, his words full of admiration for Volame, his eyes fixed on Ye Shanming's hand, a nervous look on his face.

Ye Shanming withdrew his hand and shook his head in the face of his anxious gaze. "I'm sorry, her magical aptitude is insufficient. She can master the little magic of daily life, but becoming a magician is a bit difficult."

The little girl looked disappointed, and the man quickly patted her head and comforted her, "It's okay. It's good enough that you can master a little magic. It's not like you have to become an adventurer."

After the little episode on the road, Ye Shanming felt better and took the man's carriage to the canyon city fortress Val. Since the man was a traveling merchant and planned to purchase goods here and ship them back to the north for sale, the two parted ways.

It happened that there was a dragon plague in the Liker Canyon in front of the Val Fortress. Under the lord's commission, Ye Shanming easily defeated the dragon plague, the Red Mirror Dragon, and planned to continue south to the holy city of Stral. This is a holy place in the hearts of people who believe in the goddess all over the continent, and it is also the city that knows the most about the goddess. He plans to find the bishop to inquire about the news of the goddess's monument.

Walking alone in the mountains and forests, the sunlight shines through the treetops and casts circular spots of light on the ground. The small animals in the forest look at the traveler curiously. Compared with the northern plateau, the environment in the central continent is much better, and the frequency of monsters invading humans is much less. At least Ye Shanming has not encountered any monsters attacking humans so far.

"I take it back. It looks like there are demons lurking here too."

Ye Shanming said lightly, and a magic circle flowed in his right hand, and a one-handed sword appeared in his hand. This was the magic he developed after the battle with Throne Balzat. The effect was not strong, it was just able to create weapons, simply to prevent the weapons from breaking in battle.

A demon stood quietly in the middle of the road, as if he had been there from the beginning, but Ye Shanming could be sure that the moment before, there was no one there.

Although the magic detection showed that the demon in front of him had not reached the level of a great demon, the fact that he was completely unaware of his appearance was enough to make him alert.

"While I shouldn't be mistaken, let me ask you, you must be Akira Hayama, right? I am Zart of the Afterimage, a subordinate of Graosam, the Miracle of the Seven Collapsed Sages."

The road-blocking demon wore a loose coat and had a lazy look on his face. What made him special was that, unlike other demons who had two horns on their heads, he only had one horn on his head.

"The target is clear. So it wasn't just a chance encounter but a premeditated plan? I haven't done anything famous, so can you tell me why they targeted me?"

Although he raised the question, Ye Shanming did not intend to wait for the other party's answer. Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared from the spot, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the neck of the Shadow Zhat.

The cold light drew an elegant arc in the air, and before the sword touched Zhat's neck, the afterimage disappeared without warning and appeared in another direction.

Ye Shanming frowned, still unable to figure out how it disappeared. Only a faint fluctuation of magic remained. What kind of magic could have such an effect?

"Why? I don't know. Anyway, it's an order issued by Lord Miracle Graosam. I just need to carry it out."

Afterimage Zat answered Ye Shanming's doubts honestly, and his figure disappeared from the spot again. The moment he keenly caught the fluctuation of magic power, Ye Shanming immediately launched the magic he had prepared.

The gorgeous magic circle expanded rapidly with his toes as the center, covering an area of ​​ten meters around him. The ground shattered and the tiny gravel turned into fine sand under the influence of an invisible force.

Gravity magic!

As soon as Zhat the Afterimage appeared beside Ye Shanming, the sudden change in gravity made him a little uncomfortable, and his movement to grab Ye Shanming's neck slowed down for a moment. The latter reacted and turned his head to avoid the right hand.

Feeling the tip of the sword had pierced his abdomen, he quickly cast a spell again and broke away. Suddenly, he appeared on a cliff not far away. He touched his stomach with lingering fear. A pool of blood appeared on his loose white coat. If he had been a little slower, he would have been ripped open by the sword.

"It's actually space transfer? This is a very rare magic."

After two attempts in a flash, Ye Shanming had guessed the magic he used. While he was amazed, he also felt a little tricky. In the face of this kind of magic, the threat of close combat and the magic that can be used are extremely limited.

Magic is indeed a technology that can only be used by the demons. Even the magic of space transfer, which can be called a miracle, can be mastered through one's own talent.

"What a horrible reaction."

Compared to his troubles, Zhat the Shadow was even more afraid of him. His most common method of attack was to touch others with his palms and then throw them into the sky to kill them. However, gravity magic and Ye Shanming's horrible reaction basically made him give up this idea.

"I was originally planning to take care of you alone, but now it seems Master Graosam was right."

Afterimage Zhat pressed his right hand on the cliff, and the next moment, the hill that originally stood on the ground disappeared out of thin air, leaving behind a huge deep pit.

The sky suddenly darkened. Ye Shanming looked up and saw that the disappeared hill appeared in the air, blocking out the sun. Under the influence of gravity, it fell towards him like a meteorite.

All the descriptions of battles in the brave novels on the market pale in comparison to this exaggerated scene.

"You can even do this? You're worthy of the title before you even reach the Great Demon level. What an exaggerated magic!"

Chapter 16 Come on, Brother Miracle, the dream-making master.

The mountain continued to grow larger in Ye Shanming's field of vision, the air was wailing, rocks rolled down the mountain, smashing big holes in the ground, the invisible pressure pressed tightly against his body, dust was flying, and the sky was dark.

Facing this scene that seemed like a natural disaster, Ye Shanming's face showed no sign of nervousness. Compared to the Shadow Zhat's attack method of using space transfer to come and go without a trace, this simple physical attack was actually easier to deal with.

For a human magician, the current situation might be hopeless enough. Even if there were attack magic to deal with it, there would not be enough magic power. But for him, after a hundred years of accumulation, the thing he has the most is magic power.

A gorgeous magic circle suddenly unfolded, covering an area of ​​more than ten meters in front of him. The magic power in his body poured in like a flood, and purple electric snakes flashed in the air. The terrifying magic power even made Zhat, the afterimage who had lived for hundreds of years, feel palpitations.

"With this level of magical power...is this guy really human?!"

Ye Shanming used all his strength to control the spell, and the magic circle became smaller, eventually becoming the size of a palm, floating in front of him, emitting a light that was too bright to look directly at.

Thunder of destruction!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise like the creation of the world, and a flash of purple lightning streaked across the sky, leaving a stunning track in the retinas of the two people. After passing through the huge mountain without any hindrance, it brushed past the tip of Zhat's nose and gradually dissipated into the air. He could even smell the burnt smell in the air.

The mountain collapsed and turned into countless huge rocks that scattered around. Rocks rained down from the sky and the ground shook continuously. However, these rocks, which still had great destructive power, no longer posed any threat.

Ye Shanming casually punched away the huge rock falling towards him, looking for the figure of Zhat the Afterimage, ready to cast gravity magic at any time.

He keenly caught a wave of magical power, and his body instinctively sensed that the afterimage of Zhat was coming behind him. He subconsciously activated gravity magic, turned around and swung his sword. The long sword in his hand felt like it pierced his flesh, and a hand weakly grabbed his wrist, but it was too late.

Blood flowed down the blade. Ye Shanming looked at Zhat the Afterimage with an expressionless face. The long sword directly pierced his heart. The space transfer magic was indeed tricky. Unfortunately, his physique as a magician became his biggest flaw under the gravity magic.

Zat the Afterimage said nothing, but instead showed a triumphant smile, took a step forward, and hugged Ye Shanming tightly. Before Ye Shanming could push him away, he gathered the remaining magic power in his body and launched the final space transfer magic.

Watching Ye Shanming's figure disappear from the spot, his body fell powerlessly to the ground, the light in his eyes lost, and turned into black ash, dissipating between heaven and earth with the breeze.

The scenery in front of Ye Shanming changed. The previous moment he was still fighting with the Shadow Zhat, and the next moment he had come to an unfamiliar place. He subconsciously held his sword in alert, guarding against possible ambushes.

"Is it finally here?"

In front of him, a thin and tall young demon leaned against a tree, his black and white eyes gave people an eerie feeling as they stared at his face. Behind him, a stone tablet half a person's height stood there.

As if he noticed Ye Shanming's vigilance, he raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of fighting.

Sensing that the demonic power in the young demon before him was several times higher than that of the Shadow Zart, Ye Shanming guessed his identity.

"Graosam of Miracles?"

"it's me."

The young demon openly admitted his identity, not worrying at all that Ye Shanming would attack him.

"Don't worry, I won't attack you."

Graosam's behavior at this moment was completely devoid of the ferocious Seven Collapse Sages of legend. Instead, he acted more like a gentle human youth, comforting Ye Shanming: "Actually, it was Omniscience who arranged this meeting between you and me."

"The all-knowing Shuharat? But judging from the attitude of your subordinates, it seems that they are not just planning to meet."

"It was just Zat's personal behavior. The Omniscient One had already foreseen his death. This is his fate."

Although he was talking about his dead subordinates, Graosam acted as if he was talking about a stranger, with no sadness on his face, revealing the cold nature of the demons to the fullest.

"Don't ask me what the All-Knowing One intends to do. I don't know what kind of future he sees. I'm simply doing him a favor."

In order to prevent Ye Shanming from continuing to ask questions, he directly blocked his subsequent words and pointed his right hand at Ye Shanming. The latter suddenly felt a little inconsistent, but did not feel any fluctuation of magic power. He threw the long sword in his hand, which penetrated his body without any hindrance and deeply inserted into the tree trunk behind him.