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Chapter 159 The Thousand-Year Kill of the Progenitor of Magic, and the Tenderness of a Young Girl

Red Fox Castle, Library.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

"Ice magic at the very top level?!"

Upon seeing the definition of the magic "Extreme Cold Purgatory" by the progenitor of magic, Byas, on the pages of the book, Xia Mingyu felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Swish.

Without hesitation, he immediately turned to the next page and continued reading the message left by Byas.

"I believe that ice magic has two main core characteristics."

"One is cold, the other is transformation."

"Ice should be as untouchable as a raging wildfire, yet as ever-changing as water."

"And the extreme cold purgatory that I awakened is the culmination of these two core characteristics, which is why I say it will always be the pinnacle of ice magic."

"Once released, the Extreme Cold Purgatory can create an extremely low temperature environment around itself, causing frost to spread and cover everything in the entire area."

"At the same time, and most importantly, and most terrifyingly, is—"

“Every extension of frost is like your arm, no, like the tentacles of a tentacle monster, capable of endless transformations—spiky, sword-like, or shield-like…”

"Let me tell you a secret, my personal favorite move is to conjure ice spikes and stab the enemy's feet, back door, or Bucky when they step onto the ice. It never fails, hahahahahahaha!"

hiss!
Upon seeing this passage, Xia Mingyu couldn't help but gasp.

As a man, he could imagine the horrific scene.

"This guy, who is recognized as the founder of the demonic path, actually uses such underhanded methods. He's amazing!"

Xia Mingyu's lips curled up slightly, a sly smile appearing on his handsome face.

Unlike the warm, sunny smile that usually comforts those around her, this smile was sinister and frightening.

Swish.

Turn to the next page of the magic book.

Byers:
"Latercomers, don't be too happy yet, because the Extreme Cold Purgatory has both characteristics, so its magic diagram is far more complex than ordinary magic."

"Even a genius as exceptional as myself, if it weren't my innate magic, it would probably take me several months to master it perfectly."

"If you can learn it within three years, you'll be considered a genius."

"Sigh, I really envy you. You get to experience the joy of learning such complex magic. I can only rely on instinct to release it directly."

Snapped!
Xia Mingyu slammed the magic book shut, his brows furrowing deeply.

This old man who's already buried must be mocking him across time and space, right?

Damn it, don't let me find your grave, or I'll definitely send you a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

"It turns out that the Extreme Cold Purgatory spell is much more difficult to learn than other spells. It's not that I'm bad at it."

Xia Mingyu opened the magic map and looked at the extremely intricate patterns on it again. He no longer felt the heavy pressure he had felt before.

Indeed, happiness stems from comparison; no one wants to admit that they are inferior to others.

"call."

The flow state is activated!

After taking a deep breath, he placed his fingers on the patterns of the magic diagram, feeling the flow of magic power while trying his best to memorize the various details of the diagram.

And so, time slipped away little by little as I buried myself in my book.

Dusk.

The yellowish twilight slanted in through the stained glass windows, turning the dusty bookshelves amber in color. Countless tiny dust particles floated and swirled slowly in the beams of light.

Xia Mingyu spread his arms and legs out, his whole body in a starfish shape, sprawled on the ground like a salted fish.

"It's so hard to learn," he muttered helplessly.

He had that feeling he had when he was in his senior year of high school, practicing math problems all day long—that feeling of having met countless times, yet the thing still didn't recognize him.

The map of the extreme cold purgatory consists of hundreds of lines. He would memorize a part of the lines, then forget another part, and when he tried to draw it, it would be a complete mess.

After repeating this countless times, Xia Mingyu felt like his brain was about to explode.

After all, the flow state can only increase concentration, but not intelligence, just like a person cannot do math problems when they are extremely angry.

Why does he still need to use his brain so much even after he's transmigrated?!

dong dong.

Just as he was lost in his reverie, there was a gentle knock on the library door.

"Come in," Xia Mingyu said with his eyes closed.

He didn't need to look to guess who it was. The blonde girl in the white dress carefully pushed open the oak door and walked into the library carrying a silver tray.

On the silver plate is a glass filled with red liquid, emitting a faint, enticing fruity aroma.

Anlia knelt beside the corpse of Xia Mingyu. She placed the silver plate on the ground, then skillfully moved the young man's head onto her closed legs and began to massage his temples with her cool fingers.

Feeling the softness of the back of his head and the gentle massage at his temples, Xia Mingyu felt so comfortable that he almost wanted to cry out.

He quietly opened his eyes and saw the girl gazing at him tenderly.

The twilight shone through the window onto Anlia, who was wearing a white dress, casting a pearly halo around the hem of the dress and enveloping her in a soft, misty light.

Her long, golden hair flowed down to her waist, then cascaded over her shoulders as she tilted her head slightly, like melting honey.

"She looks like an angel," Xia Mingyu murmured softly.

His voice was very soft, but it was still heard by the girl who had been exceptionally sharp-eared and perceptive since childhood.

“God said that angels need to save the world, but I only want to save you, Your Highness,” Anlia said softly.

"No, it's not about saving you. As long as Your Highness can be happy for even one more second because of me, then I'll gladly go to hell."

Before the angel girl could finish speaking, Xia Mingyu reached out and covered her mouth.

"Don't say such terrible things."

“After all, if you really fall into hell, I will follow you there,” Xia Mingyu said calmly.

He straightened up slightly and pulled Anlia's long hair down.

The girl bent down and obediently kissed the black-haired youth. She was as docile as a cat, but cats only let people they like touch them.

Zizzi~
After a long while, Xia Mingyu finally released Anlia, whose face was flushed, and took the handkerchief she handed him to wipe the drool that had accidentally spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The girl's handkerchief seemed to have a faint fragrance because she carried it casually, so Xia Mingyu couldn't help but sniff it a few more times after wiping it before returning it to her.

“Your Highness, I know you’ve been reading hard, so I’ve made you a glass of red juice. Would you like to try some?” Anlia said softly, her voice trembling slightly, as if she hadn’t yet recovered from the intense kiss just now.

"Feed me," Xia Mingyu said succinctly, opening his mouth.

The blonde girl picked up the glass, gently swirled the deep red liquid inside, and then carefully and slowly poured it into the black-haired youth's mouth.

The cool, refreshing liquid glides across the tip of the tongue, instantly bursting with a vibrant sweet and sour flavor.

The rich aroma of ripe red fruit spreads in the mouth, carrying the warmth of sun-baked fruit, like the juice that bursts out when you bite into a crisp apple freshly picked from the orchard.

After he unknowingly drank the sweet juice, he felt a cool and refreshing sensation in his mind, and the fatigue from studying the magic diagram all afternoon instantly disappeared.

Not only that, Xia Mingyu suddenly sat up from Anlia's lap, picked up the magic book on the ground, and began to study the magic diagrams on it again.

As if by divine intervention, the originally extremely complicated patterns and the difficult-to-understand and difficult-to-remember details suddenly became clear in my field of vision.

Even the various magical paths that I had remembered but then forgotten could be recalled again.

rustling.

Xia Mingyu's head moved incessantly, as if it were on double speed, staring frantically at the magical image in front of him.

It wasn't until a full hour later that he finally snapped out of his study session, still feeling quite engrossed.

Then, looking at the empty glass on the silver plate beside him, he suddenly realized something.

Could it be that the "Mother's Stove" ability temporarily enhances the intelligence of the red juice?

"Anlia, how many cups of this red juice can you make in a day at most?" he asked.

"If it's made with care, you can have about three to five cups a day."

Anlia was about to say three cups, but the words turned into five.

She'd rather suffer a little herself, as long as it makes His Highness happy.

"Thank you so much, Anlia. I really need you," Xia Mingyu said solemnly.

"Ah."

The girl gave a soft "hmm" and then pressed her head against the black-haired youth's chest, feeling his warmth and the sound of his heartbeat.

That's great, she can help His Highness now.

But it's uncertain how long this wonderful feeling will last.

After all, one day, a prince as noble as His Highness will surely marry a beautiful princess who has the entire country as her dowry.

She was merely a lowly maid. It would be a miracle if the princess allowed her to continue serving as her maid; they would never be as intimate as they were now.

Alas, how important one's birth is! Two people who are tightly embracing each other are actually like the polar day and the polar night, sharing the same sky but never able to intersect.

Anlia lamented the cruelty of fate in her heart, but her pretty face still wore a bright smile that could warm people's hearts.

(End of this chapter)