Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 70 The Only Way, Muscle Monster

"Why do you say that?"

Ronan was silent for a moment, then asked.

"Because there are a lot of impurities in your soul, if you force a breakthrough, you will most likely die. If you don't choose to break through, you can live longer than the average person..."

"The impurities in my spiritual power."

"I mean in the soul."

The crisp voice corrected him, "It is also known as wizard talent and soul qualification."

"Soul Qualification."

As he spoke, a beam of light was projected from the house with the blue roof.

The light condensed into the shape of a prismatic crystal in front of Ronan.

The crystals are beautiful and clear, reflecting the colors of the winter sun.

"This is a soul with the best qualities. It does not contain a single impurity. It is naturally friendly to all elements. Its meditation efficiency is improving by leaps and bounds."

Ronan looked at the transparent crystal in front of him curiously. Suddenly, a ball of ink merged into the beautiful crystal, and it quickly became dirty.

In an instant, the entire crystal became obscure and hazy.

“This is your soul.”

Ronan couldn't accept it. "Are my qualifications really that bad?"

"It's worse than you think. The fact that you have come this far proves that the development of the times has indeed greatly promoted the progress of potion science."

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The clear voice seemed unaware that his words had caused a huge blow to Ronan's mind, and continued:

The black color that makes the crystal opaque is what I call soul impurities.

The key to an apprentice wizard's promotion to a formal wizard is to purify his soul. The function of the Spirit Burning Potion is to burn away the impurities in the soul and promote the transformation of the soul."

"With your soul's aptitude, if you want to reach the standard of further purification and successfully become a formal wizard, you will need at least five bottles of God-burning potion."

Ronan's expression relaxed when he heard this.

Five bottles.

He now has exactly five bottles of the Soul-Burning Potion on him, including the one given by Angele.

It seems that the problem is not particularly serious, it just consumes more resources than the average person.
However, before Ronan could feel relieved, a clear voice broke his fantasy.

“Don’t think the problem is too simple.

The Soul-Burning Potion burns not only the impurities in the soul, but also burns part of the soul itself, which is related to your lifespan.

After five bottles of God-burning potion, you will most likely die of old age."

Burning lifespan and dying of old age?!
Ronan's expression finally began to turn ugly.

He realized that the reason why he had been rejected repeatedly before, besides the factor of Laura, was probably also due to his poor talent.

Every mentor-level figure saw his problem and believed that he would never be able to break through to become a formal wizard. In addition, he had offended Laura, so their attitude towards him was so bad - who would be nice to an apprentice who was destined to have no future and had caused a lot of trouble?
As for Jerome.
Jerome probably never even looked into his qualifications.

"Is there no way to solve this?"

Ronan was unwilling to give in.

"Of course there is, but you just can't do it."

The clear voice still pierces people, "Whether it is to enhance the essence of the soul or to purify the impurities of the soul, it is not something you can imagine.

So I advise you to give up the promotion and live a good life, okay?"

The problem is that I can’t live a good life!
Ronan gritted his teeth.

Whether it is Laura or Angele, they are both capable of threatening his life at any time. He still has a chance of survival if he is promoted to a formal wizard. If he gives up the promotion, he will die sooner or later.

But even without these two problems, Ronan didn't want to give up easily. After so much effort, he finally reached the ninth level of Qi transformation as an apprentice, and he was just one step away from becoming a formal wizard. How could he be willing to stop there and stand still? !
Unconsciously, Ronan's mentality had changed drastically compared to when he first traveled through time.

"Is there no way I can do it? Even a little hope would be fine!"

Ronan demanded.

The voice hesitated and said, "Perhaps if you practice your ordinary body-building skills a little more, it will be of some use. A strong body can also extend your life to a certain extent..."

Bodybuilding?!
Ronan was startled, then quickly nodded to indicate that he understood.

At least there is a direction to work towards, which is better than sitting and waiting to die.

"By the way, I want to ask you, what exactly is a soul seal? Everyone tells me it's important."

Ronan estimated that he would never find another mentor-level figure with such a good temper as the owner of the crisp voice in front of him, so he simply asked all the questions he wanted to ask in one breath.

“Of course the Soul Seal is extremely important.

The soul sigil is actually a rune, but it is different from ordinary runes and is rarer.

It acts on the wizard's soul, changing the power and form of the spells cast by the wizard, greatly enhancing the effect of the spells."

"For example, if you major in fire magic, then after you condense the [Lava Fire Ring] sigil, every fire spell you cast will have a lava fire ring effect attached to it.
If you condense the [Arsonist] symbol, then your fire spells will have a wider burning range and the flame temperature will be higher."

Ronan finally understood, and he immediately thought of Jerome, speculating that the soul symbol condensed by Jerome might be the [Lava Fire Ring] mentioned by the clear voice, so every fireball thrown out would burst out a circle of fire ring heat wave.

To put it simply, the soul seal is actually like enchanting the effect of the rune on a person, so that after activating the seal, the spell released will have the effect of the seal.

From this perspective, the importance of soul sigil to wizards is indeed extraordinary.

There is a huge difference in magical tools between a wizard without a soul seal and a wizard with a soul seal.

If there is a powerful soul seal, it is possible to challenge higher levels.
Ronan's eyes flashed quickly, and he asked again: "How should I choose the soul seal?"

"It depends on what spell you major in and what style of fighting you plan to adopt in the future.

Each wizard's spell system is built around his own sigils, and different schools of wizards are born from this."

No wonder the senior apprentice in the Forest of Deathrattle, Black Robe, wrote down the different spell schools and corresponding sigils in such detail in his notes. It turned out that he was building his own future spell system.

Ronan wanted to ask more detailed questions about the knowledge of the soul seal, but the clear voice lost its patience to continue.

"It's useless for you to know so much now. Only official wizards are qualified to condense soul seals. It's not certain whether you can pass this level."

As he was speaking, another voice suddenly rang out in the house.

"Grace! Grace!"

The new voice was mature and charming, it was a middle-aged woman calling.

After the call, the clear and bright girl's voice suddenly became panicked and nervous. After a series of ping-pong sounds, something flew out from a small window on the second floor of the house.

"Take it!"

Ronan caught it subconsciously.

Potion, red in color. Another God-burning potion!
"wipe!"

Ronan was puzzled. "Is this thing so worthless?"

He had been forced to take several.

But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. The biggest function of the Soul-Burning Potion is to help apprentices break through to become wizards. It is naturally of great value in the eyes of apprentices, but it is completely useless to formal wizards.

"Go! If you are lucky enough to be promoted, come find me again!"

The girl's voice urged quickly, and then a force pushed Ronan out.

"Grace, why is there a shielding spell on the door of your room? What are you doing hiding in there?"

"Mom! I'm already an adult witch, why can't you give me some private space?"

"To be precise, you are still three months and seven days away from becoming an adult..."

"Oh damn, could you please stop stressing about this, Mom!..."

Ronan stood on the leafy path, looking at the blue cottage in the distance from which the voices of the mother and daughter could be heard faintly, and then looked at the God-burning Potion in his hand.
"Body building method, right?"

Ronan's eyes gradually became firm.

"Damn! Let's go!" After deep winter, the snow gradually melted.

In the forest, two figures wrapped in long robes walked in the wet woodland, one step deep and one step shallow.

A middle-aged strong man with gray eyes pulled his feet out of the half-melted snow with some difficulty. He was in a bad mood and cursed.

"Keep your voice down."

A skinny man with a red nose from the cold beside the gray-eyed burly man whispered a warning, "Don't let the black robe hear you."

"There are no black robes here now."

The grey-eyed burly man expressed disdain, "The battlefields of the academy and the Deathwhisper forest have long been moved to other places. Haven't you noticed that almost all the missions in recent times have to be carried out by airship?"

"We have to be careful not to attract magical beasts. In the past, there were the most magical beasts roaming in the forest at this time of year."

The gray-eyed burly man curled his lips, not believing it but too lazy to refute it.

“I remember it was near here.”

The two continued walking into the forest for a while, and Red Nose began to search around, muttering something.

The burly man in gray robe was standing by, watching vigilantly with a staff that looked like a thick wooden stick in his hand.

Suddenly, Red Nose's eyes lit up, and he rushed to a bush covered with snow and dug hard.

"Found it, yes, it's here"

Just as the two were digging for treasure, suddenly
"Roar!"

A huge roar came from the woods not far away.

The sound seemed to come from some ferocious beast, causing the snow on the trees to fall down and energy particles to surge in the air.

The two people who were digging for treasure froze in their tracks, looked up, and expressions of fear appeared on their faces.

"Yes, it's a monster!"

"Fuck, it's all your fault!"

The two men's faces turned pale. Without caring about anything else, they quickly dug out a black package from the snow nest, put it in their arms, and left quickly.

But before he could take a step, the second roar of the monster sounded again.

"Boom!"

This roar of the beast was even more terrifying. It directly formed sound waves in the forest, causing a large area of ​​air and grass to crackle.

The key is
The timbre of this roar was completely different from the first one, and it was obviously coming from another beast.

The gray-eyed sturdy man and the red-nosed man's legs were almost weak, and their faces were almost as white as the surrounding snow.

"Monsters! Two of them!

They all seem to be advanced level zero!"

Judgment of strength comes from instinctive warning.

Both of them are at the level of intermediate wizard apprentices, and the only thing that can give them such a strong sense of crisis is a high-level level zero or even higher magical beast.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

"and many more!"

The red-nosed man frantically urged his companion on, but after taking a few steps, he was grabbed by the gray-eyed burly man.

"Something seems wrong!"

The grey-eyed man looked a bit puzzled and strange, and whispered, "Don't panic. Listen carefully."

Red Nose was a little anxious. It was already too late. If they didn't run away, the high-level monsters would smell the scent and come over, and they would both die here.

But he couldn't resist the size of his companion, so he stopped and listened for a while.

After a moment, a strange look appeared on the red-nosed man's face.

"Why does it sound like a whimper?"

"Yeah, that sounds like it to me."

The gray-eyed burly man suddenly became excited.

"Don't run away. These are probably two high-level monsters fighting each other. Now that both are hurt, it's the best time for us to take advantage of the situation."

The gray-eyed burly man had burning eyes and a fiery light on his face.

"How many magic stones can the corpses of two high-level magic beasts be worth if sold?
How much is the little thing you glimpsed that someone else hid worth?"

"do not talk."

Red Nose rubbed his nose hard and said harshly: "A great wizard once said that wealth always belongs to those who have courage!"

The gray-eyed burly man chuckled, and the two men immediately gave up their escape route and instead walked towards the direction where the roar came from.

The closer you get, the more clearly you can hear the noise coming from over there.

It was indeed the sound of fighting, accompanied by the wailing of monsters.

Judging from the frequency, the battle seemed to be coming to an end, and the wailing sound was getting weaker and weaker.

"Just right...just right for us to collect the bodies!"

The two looked at each other, and saw excitement and ecstasy in each other's eyes.

There is nothing better than pie in the sky.

Fights between high-level monsters are not uncommon. Fortunately, they happened to encounter one today.

The two men were filled with anticipation, following the strong smell of blood in the air, and finally stepped into the battlefield.

However, when the two looked up, the scene before them made them both stunned, as if they were suddenly hit by a petrification spell and lost all ability to move.

The situation of the battle group was as tragic as the two had expected.

A giant python over 20 meters long and 2 meters thick, covered with blue scales and with spikes on its back, lay motionless on the snow. Large patches of dark blue blood spread from under its body, and the cold air it emitted accumulated into thick frost.

A four-armed ape with a body as huge as a small hill and red hair, its chest heaving violently like a bellows, spurting out large streams of blood like water, weak and powerless.
however.

There is a third party in this battlefield!
It was this unexpected third party that made the two of them stunned.

This third party between the two level-0 advanced magical beasts, the jungle overlords, is a person!
An extremely strong and burly man.

With his back to them, he stood on the corpse of the four-armed ape monster, shirtless and covered in blood.

The long hair dyed dark red by blood was casually scattered behind his back, and the muscles that were as twisted as old tree roots were emitting wisps of white steam, as if a rolling heat wave was hitting his face.

The figure held a long sword wrapped in blazing blue flames in one hand and was slowly pulling the sword out of the four-armed ape's chest. A large amount of mysterious energy flowed along the black sword.
As if he heard the noise made by the two people, he slightly turned his face.
The blood-covered face made it impossible to make out the specific features, and the two people with the red nose only saw a pair of cold eyes as bright blue as gems.

"Run!"

Red Nose trembled and uttered a word from his throat, which turned into a heart-wrenching scream after it came out.

The two men's faces were pale, their entire chests were filled with great fear and terror, their brains were blank, and the only thought left was to escape.

How can this be a fight between high-level monsters where both sides suffer losses?
It was obvious that someone was fighting one against two and single-handedly killed two level-0 high-level magical beasts!

Black robe?!
monster? !
Barbarian wizard?!

I don’t know, but it must be ten times more terrifying than high-level monsters!

"The me now. Ahem."

Looking at the backs of two grey-robed wizards who were tumbling and crawling away in panic, Ronan cleared his throat vigorously, trying hard to turn his low and hoarse voice back to its former clear voice.

"Am I really that scary now?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Grass!"

Ronan was helpless.

He felt as if he had developed muscles in his vocal cords.

(End of this chapter)