Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Magic?!

Chapter 200 Azure Dragon (Please subscribe!)
Laxus's shock was palpable, because Moen's antics were one after another, making it difficult to remain calm.

"There's nothing we can do about it, that's just how it is when you're exceptionally gifted."

Moen shrugged like a bear, his helpless expression making Laxus want to punch him, but Laxus had to admit that Moen's talent was indeed becoming more and more apparent.

A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it transforms into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds. Some people's talents are obvious to the naked eye. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles they face, they are merely tests for them and will never be buried.

"What kind of ability did you gain this time?"

Makarov asked, his expression one of great satisfaction, clearly very happy with Moen's growth.

Laxus also looked at Moen with curiosity. Although he was shocked and felt a strong sense of crisis, he was happy for Moen's improvement in strength.

"This time... it's very complex. Is it an ability hidden in one's bloodline? Or should I say it's a new way of applying magic?"

Moen carefully considered his words. He hadn't fully grasped the essence of this improvement yet, as it was a completely unexpected surprise.

The "dragon transformation" that is still far from being achieved need not be mentioned again. In addition, Moen also sensed another power emerging within his body.

By circulating the magic within his body, Moen could clearly sense that his magic was slowly transforming into a new power.

It is an energy called "Qi," which is also a manifestation of "natural power." In a sense, it has almost the same essence as magic, which is why Moen was able to transform the magic in his body into this new energy called "Qi."

As Moen used his magic to convert more "qi," he could sense a change on his back. A lifelike azure dragon pattern emerged, its claws outstretched as if it were alive. With the support of the "qi," the azure dragon pattern suddenly shone brightly, and the azure dragon's phantom appeared behind him.

Makarov and Laxus gaped as they watched the azure dragon phantom appear behind Moen. Erza, Mirajane, and the others who arrived later also witnessed this scene.

"What is this?"

The children were deeply moved; the majestic phantom of the Azure Dragon was truly awe-inspiring.

"What a dangerous feeling!"

Natsu shuddered, and Gajeel and Wendy, who were also Dragon Slayers, were also shocked, as if they had seen a dangerous enemy.

'Using qi to take form, he condensed a black robe shaped like a divine beast. Unexpectedly, before his inner universe even awakened, he had already mastered another ability. Is it because of the inherent similarity between qi and magic?'
Moen sighed inwardly, realizing that this "qi" came from the power of the sculptor in the fairy realm, and that the fighting techniques of the Lushan lineage originated from this.

'Unfortunately, the amount of condensed energy is still too small. I can't even manifest the black robes yet, and right now I can only condense energy by converting magic power; I can't condense energy directly. Is it because my understanding of this ability isn't deep enough?'
Moen made a guess in his mind: perhaps he should not have been able to condense "qi" now, but magic happened to match the essence of "qi" by chance, so he was able to condense "qi" by magic.

These "qi" condensed by magic flowed and grew continuously within Moen's body. If not used, they could be accumulated indefinitely and used as a trump card and a backup hidden energy source.

In any case, the appearance of "Qi" has given Moen more trump cards. At least in some situations where magic or spells are ineffective, he can use "Qi" to strengthen his body and fight. His well-trained body is not just for show.

After the azure dragon phantom dissipated, Moen looked at the stunned crowd.

"It's actually a kind of magic that enhances physical abilities, and you can receive the power of this dragon just like you would receive magic."

Moen explained in a way that everyone could understand: dragon scales appeared on his arm, and looking at it this way, it did indeed look like "receiving magic," but it was just a half-baked magic-receiving ability like Elfman's, and for the time being, he could only receive magic from one arm.

"I see!"

As expected, everyone understood after Moen said that.

"you."

Mirajane's eyes widened. Her receiving magic was naturally awakened, so of course she couldn't possibly fail to see the problem with Moen's "receiving magic"—it wasn't "receiving magic" at all!
Even though Moen clearly didn't know how to "receive magic," when he secretly taught Lisanna and Elfman how to "receive magic" in order to help her resolve her inner conflict, he only taught them pure theoretical knowledge.

"I didn't say it was a receiving spell. This is just an application of my celestial magic, like my disguise spell."

Moen smiled and said that Erza had been in the same state as Mirajane before. Erza obviously didn't think that Moen's magic for changing the Saint Cloth was "clothing magic" at all, as they were not the same thing.

"Your Celestial Magic is truly versatile."

Mirajane grumbled, "It can change clothes, it can receive, it's even better at using ice than Ice Shape Magic, and it has all sorts of strange abilities."

"There's nothing I can do. With so many constellations, I'll naturally acquire all sorts of abilities. Right now, I've only awakened a small portion of them."

As soon as Moen said that, everyone started to lose their composure.

The strength Moen is currently displaying is only a small part of the magic he has awakened. When his magic is fully awakened, won't he be able to ascend to the heavens?!

Moen's words made Makarov a little nervous. He didn't doubt Moen's words, but he was worried about the other children being affected. Moen was just too abnormal!

"I will definitely become stronger than you!"

However, Makarov's worries were obviously unnecessary. At least for Natsu, Gajeel, and the others, they were not discouraged at all. On the contrary, they were even more stimulated. Like newborn calves unafraid of tigers, they were at an age where they were extremely confident.

"The future belongs to you."

Moen smiled and shook his head, uttering that classic line: as for when the future will arrive, that's naturally up to him.

After a brief interlude, the group rested for a while and then set off again, hurrying back to Magnolia City.

Moen had a lot of luggage, mostly materials he had stored from magical beasts. Fortunately, the crows helped with the transportation, so it didn't cause any delays or slow down the group's progress.

Soon, the group returned to Magnolia by train. Upon arriving at the guild, the first thing they did was to divide the mission rewards. Although they hadn't actually put in much effort, the Magic Council still paid them as usual.

The Magic Council's call to action by the major mage guilds is certainly not without compensation. Even raising an army requires paying its soldiers, let alone the fact that the mage guilds are essentially just affiliates. So, gathering everyone together for action naturally requires paying them.

"It would be great if we had more of these kinds of missions." Macao said with a grin after receiving a fairly generous reward.

"You're dreaming. It's only because Moen was here this time. If it weren't for Moen, with your mediocre magic, you might have died in the forest. The compensation would have been much more, but unfortunately, you earned it but didn't live to spend it."

Wakaba, standing to the side, didn't hold back in his sarcastic remarks.

"You're the one with mediocre magic skills! Wakaba! Are you trying to cause trouble?!"

Marcao immediately glared angrily at his old friend Wakaba, who was truly ruthless in his words, directly undermining him.

Wakaba was equally defiant, and the two were about to start a full-blown fight, while the surrounding crowd cheered and jeered, eager for more excitement.

"It's more lively back in the guild."

Watching this scene, Moen felt very comfortable. He had left the guild and spent two or three months alone in the Nord Forest, keeping company with monsters every day. Now he even found the things that used to happen every day in the guild fascinating.

In contrast, Moen definitely prefers a lively atmosphere. Although he can endure loneliness on his own, he would still choose to be with his guildmates if possible.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Macao and Vakaba, who were about to start fighting, were sent flying. Makarov calmly withdrew his huge fist, completely unconcerned about the two who had been sent flying.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Go back and get some rest."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Makarov began to speak, but the crowd did not disperse; instead, they waited for him to continue.

"Tomorrow night, we'll throw a banquet to celebrate the successful completion of the mission!"

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Makarov then spoke, which satisfied everyone, and they cheered together.

As everyone slowly dispersed, they continued to discuss, their expressions filled with excitement. This was partly due to the generous reward they had received, and partly because of the upcoming banquet. Although Fairy Tail held banquets every few days, the group never got tired of them.

After everyone left, Moen and Makarov closed the door and left, the grandfather and grandson leisurely returning home together.

"That brat Laxus, he won't come back even if I call him to stay for a day."

When he got home, Makarov was still complaining and seemed a little angry because Laxus had rejected his invitation without hesitation.

"You can stay at his house; he can't refuse."

Moen spoke with a smile, which naturally earned him a firm refusal from Makarov.

"I'm not going! He didn't invite me."

Makarov was furious. Laxus was such a worry. If Laxus were even a tenth as sensible as Moen, he wouldn't be so angry. There's no harm in comparison.

The old man stormed back to his room, leaving Moen with nothing but a helpless smile. Although Grandpa Makarov was mostly rational, he could sometimes get angry at the rebellious Laxus. This grandfather and grandson were truly a pair of sworn enemies.

Moen returned to his room and began to study his gains. He had been circulating his magic power to convert it into "qi". He had no shortage of magic power and could produce it continuously, so he naturally did not need to be stingy with it. It was just that the conversion speed was a little slow.

"At this rate, when will it be possible to condense the black robe?"

Moen made a comment, saying he was actually quite looking forward to his "black clothes".

Unlike the Saint Cloths and Scale Cloths made of Orichalcoat, Gamma Nyon, and Silver Star Sand, or the Surplice made of Underworld Gems, the "Ink Cloth" is formed from the natural energy within the body of the Sculptor. The Sculptor cultivates and enhances his "energy," eventually refining various forms of "Ink Cloth." The properties and appearance of the "Ink Cloth" are all based on mythical beasts from Eastern mythology.

"Its shape should be that of a blue dragon."

Moen's "Ink Robe" appearance is no longer in doubt. The azure dragon pattern on his back is the form of his "Ink Robe". This "Ink Robe" is not static, but can become stronger with cultivation. For example, it can transform from a snake into a dragon and then into a jiao, or from an ordinary fox into a two-tailed fox and finally into a nine-tailed fox.

Moen, on the other hand, is a perfect example of getting the Azure Dragon right away. In Eastern mythology, the status and symbolic meaning of the Azure Dragon are self-evident.

Moen sat cross-legged on the bed, channeling his magic into "qi" while sensing the "qi" flowing continuously within his body.

He tried to bypass the intermediate step of converting "qi" with "magic" and directly convert the natural power between heaven and earth into "qi", or in other words, convert his own surging life force into "qi", but all of them ended in failure. However, Moen was not discouraged and continued to try. He believed that he would eventually find the trick.

The following afternoon, Moen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. With a thought, a layer of armor with a distinctive ink-wash style suddenly covered his body. This armor was very majestic, with a high coverage area. The armor was like dragon scales. Overall, it was similar in form to the "Divine Cloth" of the Dragon Throne, but it was more fierce and sharper, and it did not have a shield.

"Indeed, the enhancement provided by this black robe is no less than that of the Gold Cloth."

Moen was quite satisfied with the enhancements from his "Azure Dragon Ink Robe." It was essentially a Gold Saint Cloth, just without as much inheritance. He would have to discover more of the "Azure Dragon Ink Robe's" abilities himself.

After dispelling his "Azure Dragon Ink Robe," Moen tidied himself up and hurried towards the guild, as he had a banquet to attend today.

When Moen arrived at the guild, the guild hall was already bustling with activity, as many of his companions had arrived early.

"Moen, why are you so late? If you had come any later, everyone would have sent someone to call you."

When Makarov saw Moen approaching, he asked a question, glancing at Erza, Mirajane, and the children, clearly hinting at something. The children greeted him happily as they saw him, and not only the children, but everyone in the guild greeted Moen warmly.

This victory celebration wouldn't be complete without Moen, because the reason they were able to hold a celebration instead of a mourning was all thanks to Moen's heroic efforts in turning the tide.

Everyone witnessed that terrifying beast tide. Everyone knows that if it weren't for Moen, they would most likely have suffered casualties, and then no one would have been in the mood to hold a victory celebration.

(End of this chapter)