Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 353 352 The Rules of the Arcane Academy

"Most birds navigate by sight, just like humans."

"Comparatively speaking, there are not many people who learn animal language spells, because many wild animals mainly rely on their sense of smell to plan their routes. This kind of information is not easy for humans to understand, so the academy has not listed animal language spells as a compulsory course."

Fang Youliu spoke eloquently and generously about the affairs of the Mystic Academy.

Shi chuckled, "This spellcasting technique is so primitive. They haven't made any progress in all these years."

Feng Xiuhu ignored him and continued to ask, "Which school of martial arts does the Bird Language Spell belong to?"

"Gong method?"

Fang Youliu laughed in surprise: "I know what you want to ask. In terms you can understand, the Bird Language Spell comes from the authority of 'communication,' that's right, the authority of the God of Mind—you know what authority is, right?"

Feng Xiuhu was confused: "How could the Academy of Mystic Arts use the methods of the God of the Mind?"

Fang Youliu smiled faintly: "Because the authority held by the God of Mind is not complete; a portion of the authority of 'communication' is kept in the Academy of Mystic Arts."

"And it's not just the power of 'communication'. We know a lot of spells, the power of 'pain', the power of 'jungle', the power of 'sleep', and many more that you've never even heard of."

Shunzi was woken up during the conversation. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, asking, "Where are we?"

Feng Xiuhu then ended the topic—Shunzi harbored the secret of Gan Dang, and Gan Dang was too sensitive for the Mystic Arts Academy.

Fang Youliu didn't notice anything amiss and continued chatting with Shunzi with a smile.

Feng Xiuhu's eyes darted toward the touch of light and shadow in the corner.

Something that even the Academy of Mystic Arts hasn't figured out must be extraordinary.

His curiosity was piqued, and he quietly sat down inside.

Just as Feng Xiuhu was slowly reaching out his hand, intending to test it with his magic, Shi suddenly spoke up to stop him: "Stop. Come to the Spirit Realm. I have something to tell you."

Feng Xiuhu rolled his eyes and called out to the two people outside, "I'm going to take a nap."

After saying that, he lay down facing inwards.

With a single hand seal, his consciousness descended into the spirit world.

……

It's still Menglin.

The eclipse listlessly scratched at the leaves on the ground with its paws.

This was the first time Feng Xiuhu had seen Shi in Menglin in his true form, rather than in Feng Xiaohu's.

Feng Xiuhu circled the eclipse once, still feeling something was wrong, so he squatted down, lifted the eclipse's tail, and looked inside its rear end.

Shi suddenly bristled, jumped up, and with a flick of its tail, sent Feng Xiuhu flying.

Feng Xiuhu brushed the fallen leaves off his clothes and walked back, saying, "I thought I had mistaken you for someone else."

Shi glared fiercely at Feng Xiuhu: "Because the time I revealed my true form in Fancheng left such a deep impression on you, your subconscious image of me has changed."

Feng Xiuhu stubbornly refused to admit it: "Actually, it's not that deep."

Too lazy to argue with him, Shi lay down again and got down to business: "Find an opportunity to remind Shunzi not to let slip anything he's committed to in front of the stubborn people at the Mystic Academy."

"I know it well."

Feng Xiuhu nodded and sat down opposite Shi: "There's something I didn't understand earlier."

"How can Fang Youliu learn spells that represent different rules?"

Shi glanced at him and said, "What's wrong with this? Isn't this normal?"

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback. He immediately realized that he had once again suffered from his lack of education. In his mind, the Mist Church could only use the spells of the Mist Codex, the Wind and Rain Temple could only practice the methods of the Wind and Rain Technique, and even he himself, without borrowing authority, had only learned the methods of the Rotten Flesh Technique.

Shi Youyou said, "Don't misunderstand. The church and temple can indeed only use their own methods, but that's because the cultivation techniques have been altered."

"But in the beginning, there were no barriers between spells of different authorities." "Remember what I said? In the beginning, the techniques were created by people studying the runes of the primordial gods and thus developing magic."

"The reason I say Fang Youliu's methods are primitive is because the Secret Arts Academy imitates this method."

"They studied and observed the artifacts that contained the power of rules, and created corresponding spells by deciphering the runes that appeared when the rules were in motion."

Feng Xiuhu pointed to his nose: "So, in other words, I can actually learn the spells of other authorities?"

"That's the principle."

Shi raised his eyelids: "But I don't recommend you do that, and you won't master it anyway."

Feng Xiuhu felt underestimated: "I learn everything quickly."

"I didn't mean that."

Shi explained helplessly, "I mean, you've already mastered the Dharma, so learning anything else will only be less effective."

Feng Xiuhu frowned – Is there such a saying?
He suspected that Shi was lying to him.

Shi Yi immediately saw what Feng Xiu Hu was thinking, so he rolled his eyes: "If you don't believe me, go ask Fang You Liu—the people at the Mystic Academy are actually similar to priests; they only learn spells and don't practice any magic."

“The methods of cultivation temper the physical body and are also the foundation of the spiritual body. Therefore, when practicing spells with the same rules, success can be achieved naturally. But this also sets the tone—it's like giving your shoes to Shunzi; will he be comfortable wearing them?”

"Therefore, in order to learn various types of spells, the Mystic Academy established a rule from the very beginning that scholars in the academy must never practice any spells."

Feng Xiuhu chuckled: "Making a rule for something so trivial? Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Shi shook his head and said, "There are deeper reasons."

"The Academy of Arcane Arts does not believe in God; they only pursue knowledge."

"So firstly, they felt that they shouldn't waste time on physical training, and secondly, they believed that practicing magic was a betrayal of the principle of 'not believing in God'."

"Because once people have tasted power, they will crave it even more, becoming greedy and blind. When they can no longer go any further, they will turn to worship God."

After hearing Shi's explanation, Feng Xiuhu seemed to be deep in thought.

What secrets does the Touch of Light and Shadow hold?

Feng Xiuhu suddenly changed the subject: "And what is this Jianyuan you're talking about?"

Shi stood up and shook the hair on his neck: "Knowing too much is not good for you. You are too curious. It is safer not to know."

Feng Xiuhu said, "If you don't tell me, I'll go back and study it myself right now."

Shi Chong grinned at him: "I advise you not to do anything foolish."

Feng Xiuhu glared at him, refusing to budge an inch.

He's right—at least he didn't lie to you this time.

Suddenly, the sound of a shaman came from above.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw that the fat owl had perched on the branch again.

The owl said, “Jianyuan is both a primordial god and a place—in other words, the entire place is one with him.”

Feng Xiuhu asked, "Is that place inside the picture frame?"

What picture frame?

The owl, not understanding, tilted its head and looked at the eclipse.

Shi snorted impatiently: "Hmph... a bunch of junk from a secret magic academy, opening a passage in Jianyuan."

The owl suddenly realized: "I see. If it's just a passage, it shouldn't be so easy for him to notice."

Shi sneered: "Perhaps it was before, but it's hard to say now—Seven-Colored Scales walked through that passage."

(End of this chapter)