Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 13 Taiya's Suitors

The young wizard vanished in a flash, disappearing from the spot before the two could react.

"That's amazing!"

The purple-haired loli stared with her beautiful big eyes and slightly open mouth, instinctively raising her hand to cover her embarrassment.

My first impression of Tai'an was one of awe.

Even though they were all the same age, she couldn't even see the other person's movements clearly, making it obvious that their strengths were far superior.

Powerful men are always the object of attention for the opposite sex. Besides, the young wizard also has a handsome appearance.

Tai'an had unknowingly attracted a new troublesome target, but he had no time to care. He didn't even bother with lunch, focusing entirely on the scrap material in his hands, his expression obsessive and somewhat fanatical, muttering to himself:

"Incredible! It's actually a precious, extraordinary material!"

Normally, even the hardest wood can never be harder than refined steel; at best, it's comparable to ordinary steel. Refined steel represents the limit of what ordinary materials can achieve. However, there are always exceptions.

A tree spirit with conscious cultivation absorbs the essence of heaven and earth day and night to strengthen itself. Breaking through the limits of life, its physical strength undergoes a qualitative change.

"It has taken the final step and only needs to wait quietly for the anode force field to dissipate over time to be reborn. Unfortunately, it escaped natural disasters but not man-made ones."

Tai'an sighed silently, abandoning the brutal method and instead adopting a gentler spiritual refining approach.

Speaking of which, he can be considered a weapon refiner; the spatial ring was the result of his own time and effort in creating it little by little.

With enough patience, changing the shape of matter is no more difficult than creating space.

It took three whole years to find a bunch of scraps with spatial properties, fuse them together, and open up the space.

Fortunately, the process of a weapon refiner's forging is also a form of cultivation. In the later stages, as his strength increased and his forging techniques became more refined, his progress was several times faster than in the early stages…

The intense spiritual energy, reaching its peak, continuously penetrated the surface of the lightning-struck locust wood.

Because the material structure is too stable, it is extremely difficult to change, and every second is a huge drain on resources.

Tai'an was sweating profusely from his forehead.

"Good, the exterior is melting."

"As long as you have enough strength, forging weapons isn't too difficult..."

"For better results, some additional ingredients need to be added."

Time passed, and the sun sank below the horizon.

Tai'an snapped out of his ethereal state, his energy receding like a receding tide, and shakily rose to his feet: "It's been so long since I've exerted myself like this. Let's continue tomorrow..."

Refinement utilizes mental power to influence the particle structure of an object, causing it to shift and achieve deformation or the removal of impurities. Shapeshifters also have a similar technique called Shaping, which requires at least an elite level of skill; otherwise, mental power is insufficient to alter matter.

All paths lead to the same destination.

Perhaps cultivators have more sophisticated methods.

Refiners do more than just change the appearance; they also remove impurities and add auxiliary materials to achieve better quality and unleash power far exceeding that of the original materials.

"Young Master, you're back. I'll go cook some dishes." Butler Mossoff squatted expectantly at the door.

Although Tai'an is very strong, they are still just children, so it's impossible not to worry about them at all.

"You'll eat by yourself today. I'm so sleepy, I'm going to rest now."

The young wizard yawned, his mental energy depleted and he was extremely tired. He took out a white porcelain bottle from his spatial ring and poured out a pill.

All-purpose ointment, a must-have for home and travel, and a fasting pill.

These compressed biscuits, made by cultivators, contain a variety of nourishing nutrients. Each biscuit is the size of a candy bean and weighs nearly one hundred grams. They take a long time to digest, during which time they eliminate the worry of hunger, allowing one to concentrate on secluded cultivation.

Tai'an poured out three pills and swallowed them, clearly feeling the fasting pills slide down his throat into his stomach. Their density was even greater than that of iron of the same volume, comparable to lead pellets. Without a healthy digestive system, one truly couldn't handle it.

I fell into a deep sleep and before I knew it, it was already my third day at school.

Tai'an locked himself in the lab all day, neither eating nor drinking.

"Mosofie, what is Xiao An doing? Why doesn't she come out to greet me?" Taiya came to visit, her eyes looking around.

"Young Master is in seclusion, please do not disturb him," the panda-man butler solemnly informed him.

"Sigh, forget it! I was thinking of asking him to go shopping with me, but do you have anything to do right now?" Taiya said with an annoyed expression.

"It's okay," Mussophie replied innocently. He had no idea how terrifying it was to go shopping with a woman.

Tai'an narrowly escaped disaster.

Fenghua Street is a famous commercial district in Wangdu. It's a modern street lined with shops and snack stalls, bustling with people. The buildings are all white, mostly two stories high.

"It's such a shame to come all the way to the capital and not explore the area..." Along the way, Taiya complained more than once about not being able to visit Tai'an.

The panda-man carrying the bamboo basket nodded slightly in agreement. Anyway, he was just helping to carry things; he didn't want anything else.

As a prominent figure at school, Taeya's group of girlfriends was large. The aristocratic girls walked together in groups of three or five, forming a beautiful sight that frequently attracted the attention of passersby.

The black and white bear is also one of the focal points of attention.

The girls were full of curiosity about Mussophie, and every now and then a small hand would sneak up from behind and tug at the panda man's ear, eliciting silvery laughter.

"Stop fooling around!"

Show me some respect.

"You guys are so annoying."

The panda wanted to teach the girls a lesson, but considering that they were outnumbered, he could only suppress his frustration.

"Musophie, what would you like to eat?" Taiya prepared to pay for the meal.

"Can I have grilled fish?" The panda man looked at the store called Grilled Fish Restaurant on the roadside. He was never polite when it came to food and never refused anyone.

"Of course, no problem." Taiya readily agreed, then went into the store and looked at the price list. Grilled dragonfish cost three silver dollars each, which was a bit pricey.

If it were a more remote street, a grilled dragonfish would cost no more than one silver dollar.

Taiya told the clerk she would come back to pick up her food later, and took out her wallet to pay with change.

The black-haired youth who had been lingering behind them suddenly stepped forward: "I'll pay!"

"Gus! What are you doing here?" Taiya was slightly taken aback.

The young swordsman had a buzz cut, a burly build, and perfectly defined muscles. He had a cheerful smile, neat, white teeth, and healthy, tanned skin.

Gus scratched his head sheepishly, "It just so happened that we bumped into each other."

Although he had been following along the whole time, Mussofi didn't say anything because he was helping to treat everyone.

"No need, you'd better save your money." Taiya knew that Gus's financial situation wasn't good. As a commoner, he also had to bear the costs of martial arts training, and his parents and younger sister needed to support them.

"It's okay! You have to trust my abilities." Gus said without waiting for a reply, handing the money to the ponytail-wearing receptionist.

"All right!"

With her emotional intelligence, Taeya knew that now was not the time to get entangled, otherwise it would be easy to embarrass him. She secretly made a mental note of it and planned to find an opportunity to get back at him.

(End of this chapter)