Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 242 Young Master, Don't

Her pale skin revealed visible veins and blood vessels. She looked very much like Elaine, yet not quite.

"Who exactly are you?" Liadlin asked, her gaze questioning as she reached out and removed the other person's hood.

What comes into view is a black-haired girl whose beauty is almost unreal.

"Tai'an, help me reshape my body," Ovisga released a mental wave.

Liadrin felt a familiar sensation, and her expression finally relaxed.

"Let me introduce you to everyone now, so we don't run into trouble later..."

"Okay!" Ovisca said, her thin lips parting slightly.

The two went downstairs.

Liadrin summoned everyone, and the butler and maids gathered around Ovisca.

"Who is she?!" Silver Moon leaned against the back of the sofa, her eyes scanning up and down, a sense of crisis flashing through her mind.

"Ovisga! You should know her," Liadrin introduced with a smile.

"Isn't Ovisga the undead summoned by the young master?" Mussofi scratched his head.

"Yes! The young master gave her a new body, and now she's just like a human, with a body that still has warmth."

Liadrin telepathically signaled for Ovisca to shake hands with everyone.

Ovisca slowly raised her hand, her movements extremely stiff.

Silver Moon was the first to reach out and grasp it. It truly possessed body temperature, just like a human, with translucent skin and long, slender fingers, giving it the appearance of a perfect work of art: "How come the body Xiao An created is so beautiful?"

"Could it be that Miss Ovisca was just naturally beautiful?" Mussophie disagreed.

"I'm very hungry." Ovisga glanced at the fruit plate on the coffee table and walked over cautiously.

I bent down, picked up a bunch of grapes, plucked one, and popped it into my mouth. It had a slightly sour, sweet taste.

She rediscovered the feeling of being alive. Her movements froze for a moment.

"Does Miss Ovisga want to eat something else?" Little Fish asked curiously.

"She should be human now! She should be treated like a normal person," Liadrin solemnly admonished everyone.

Because he had to frequently enter and leave the laboratory, Tai'an had mentioned some questions about Ovisga.

She's no ordinary immortal; she's the young master's strongest fighter! She deserves respect.

……

For three days in a row, Tai'an did not show up. He spent all his time in the laboratory refining the potion of life.

Losing one-third of one's blood is almost the limit under normal circumstances; any more than that would exceed the range of natural recovery and could permanently affect the foundation.

He tilted his head back and drank the freshly brewed, perfectly-quality life potion. Now, a single bottle only provides less than one percent of the recovery effect.

After drinking more than 30 bottles in three days, and with the help of absorbing a lot of natural energy, my blood and energy finally recovered to 80% of their peak level.

Tai'an plans to remain closed until it is fully reopened.

As he continuously refined life potions, gaining experience, he also developed some unusual ideas.

The perfect quality life potion is already close to being semi-solid. Can it be taken a step further and transformed into a pill?

I tried to compress it many times, but all attempts failed.

Tai'an reflected on himself and concluded that the problem stemmed from his current weak mental strength.

His super-level mental strength is already unimaginably outstanding among his peers; even with a telescope, he couldn't find a worthy opponent.

However, there's still no sign of his current physical cultivation level. The gap has widened to at least two stages.

He sometimes even feels like he can't perfectly control his body.

The two are already severely imbalanced.

Tai'an made up his mind to erase the inscriptions from his body, inevitably causing a significant drop in his strength. Afterwards, he surprisingly felt much lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his mind.

He quickly took a nap.

In my dream, fragmented memories were awakened.

Martial arts practitioners, Taoist practitioners, and immortality practitioners.

The three extraordinary paths to existence on Earth seem not much different from those on Orlan.

Martial arts practitioners temper their physical bodies and strengthen their qi and blood through various methods.

Those who cultivate the Tao need to possess special talents from birth, similar to spellcasters.

Cultivators are like dragons, appearing and disappearing without a trace; they are legends even on Earth.

The biggest difference between the cultivation methods of immortal cultivators and the previous two is the transformation of essence, energy, and spirit.

The three elements, essence, energy, and spirit, are: natural energy, vitality, and spiritual power.

By absorbing and adapting to natural energy through innate strong mental power, one gains powerful vitality. Finally, this powerful vitality is used to nurture and restore mental power, allowing for faster cultivation.

The three continuously cycle, endlessly regenerating, and their cultivation efficiency is far higher than that of cultivating only one path, not to mention the distracting dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

……

The intense midday sun in midsummer gives people a strange sense of peace.

Aglaia held Ovisga's hand as they strolled through the streets.

The young master readily approved the funding, so there was no need to worry about expenses.

The two can enjoy all kinds of delicious food and buy some clothes they like.

They returned home with a full load for three consecutive days.

"Teacher, what do you think of this outfit?" Aglaia took a liking to a swordsman's uniform. The pure white color looked a bit prone to getting dirty.

After a moment's thought, Ovisga replied, "Very good."

"Not bad!" The three-eyed raven clone, now in shadow form, swam freely over the two beauties before finally landing on Ovisga's shoulder.

"Young Master, don't do bad things!" Aglaia's face flushed slightly. The shadowy figure moved like a cool hand.

"It's alright! You'll get used to it." The three-eyed raven materialized again and swam along Aglaia's arm into the inside of her sleeve.

The girl's knees were pressed together, and her complexion grew increasingly pale.

"Young master, no..."

"You're so mean!"

After a while, the three-eyed raven picked up a black feather from its beak and perched on Aglaia's shoulder.

The female waitress packed up the clothes and saw the two guests off.

Two beautiful women walking down the street attracted the attention of passersby.

Aglaia patiently dealt with wave after wave of flirts, then pulled Ovisga onto the roof.

After the two changed into inconspicuous cloaks to conceal their faces, it became much quieter around them.

Despite this, it still inadvertently attracts fascinated gazes.

"Ladies, may I introduce myself?" The impeccably dressed, brown-haired young man bowed slightly, displaying impeccable aristocratic manners.

Unfortunately, Aglaia and Ovisga were completely uninterested in this.

It released a faint warning of killing intent before passing by the person.

The brown-haired youth was drenched in cold sweat.

Compared to when she first gained a physical body, after three days of adaptation, Ovisga's behavior was no different from that of a normal person. Walking and standing were incredibly smooth, showing no signs of stiffness. The only difficulty was speaking; she often stumbled over a word and took a long time to pronounce it correctly.

The fragile body gradually regained some strength through continuous eating.

Of course, food also produces waste in the body, which is excreted through the body's natural processes.

Only now did Ovisga truly realize that he had come back to life.

(End of this chapter)