Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 37 Comfortable Pillows

The Magic Swordsman Division.

In the center of the empty training field, two figures suddenly crossed paths.

Wooden swords clashed, the overflowing pressure of the swords lifting the hair on the faces of the fighting girls.

The red-haired girl exuded a calm and composed aura, her figure as immovable as a mountain, her upper body covered in a transparent aura.

The orange-haired girl with twin ponytails had a checkered headscarf tied in the shape of a bow on her head. Her delicate face was dotted with a few freckles. She had a petite and exquisite figure, and her clothing style was cute. The aura covering her entire body indicated that she had the strength to enter a formal class.

"Grenfell, your skills have improved rapidly!"

"Senior Silica, I'm no match for you..."

"Don't be modest. The Carlo Jones you defeated was stronger than me. Your willpower and fighting skills are enough to make up for the difference in strength."

The two exchanged tacit praises without saying a word, then stood apart.

Cheers erupted from the crowd outside the stadium.

Greenfield's abilities have gained increasing recognition from upperclassmen, making him a prominent figure on campus and an object of admiration and longing for younger girls.

"Everyone, I'm going to establish a new organization. Its purpose is to protect the rights of female combatants. Anyone who is interested is welcome to contact me privately to join. The organization is called the Undying Phoenix, which means rebirth from the ashes and immortality."

Greenfield bowed slightly with an elegant posture. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he turned and walked away.

Individual abilities are always limited. She hopes to leverage her status as a strong woman to build a wider network and integrate useful social resources. Just like the group of aristocratic ladies' girlfriends organized by Taiya, more people naturally mean more influence, and any prying eyes will become more cautious and restrained.

It's an undeniable fact that women are relatively weaker, which is why they need to stick together for support. Of course, finding a trustworthy man to rely on is also a good option…

Gus was thinking about Taiya, so he hurriedly said goodbye after lunch.

Tai'an leaned back leisurely on the sofa, with a little girl as her pillow.

"Xiao An, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you!"

Silver Moon was lying on the sofa reading a book when she finally lost her temper and reached out to scratch him. However, she couldn't even leave a mark. The boy's skin was incredibly resilient, even better than earthworm hide; it probably wouldn't be easy to cut with a knife.

"When you're a guest at someone else's house, it's best to be a little more discreet." Tai'an snorted lightly and continued to squeeze back.

"You naughty little An, I won't let you succeed."

Silver Moon fought back fiercely, shifting her position so her belly was facing the person. She used both her hands and feet, kicking and scratching. Her starry eyes reddened slightly, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She will never give in.

She was just upset because she was being bullied by bad boys.

Tai'an finally stopped trying to fill the space. Since the little girl insisted on being a cushion, why not let her have her way? It was indeed very comfortable.

"Musofi, you'll accompany Aglaia to the registrar's office to get her access pass later."

"Yes, young master!"

Tai'an took out two gold coins from his spatial ring and placed them in the butler's hand.

kitchen.

Aglaia took the initiative to wash the dishes. She simply felt she had to do something to demonstrate her value, and couldn't just eat and drink for free.

"Aglaia, come over here when you're done," Taian's telepathic message appeared in his female subordinate's mind.

Aglaia sped up her dishwashing and, after tidying up the kitchen, carefully washed her hands.

The hand soap in the kitchen looks high-end; the green solution has a fresh, herbal scent. It can wash away grease and odors from your hands until they are almost undetectable.

"Young Master Tai'an?" Aglaia bowed respectfully to the boy's back.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

When Tai'an was assigning mental coordinates to his female subordinate, he inadvertently sensed an anomaly in her life magnetic field. Despite being a martial arts practitioner, her blood and qi activity was not as high as that of an ordinary person.

Aglaia's lips parted slightly, knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, and she lowered her head to confess: "I... I got caught in the rain this morning, and I'm a little dizzy."

"Please take the afternoon off and rest. Take a few more days to recuperate..."

"No, Lord Taian, the rules of the Warrior Division are very strict. Taking leave for any reason will result in a demerit, and three absences will lead to expulsion..." Aglaia explained anxiously.

"You should think this through carefully; the consequences of acting recklessly could be even more serious."

"I can hold on!" The brown-haired girl said stubbornly.

The atmosphere was silent.

Taian pondered whether to forcefully enforce his will, but felt it was unnecessary. After all, his followers were not his slaves…

Everyone has the freedom to decide their own life. Even if the consequence is death, there is no need for others to impose their will on them in the name of "for your own good."

"It's getting late, Mussofi, you should set off."

"Leave it to me, young master!" The panda lazily raised its paws.

The Wizard Tower rang with melodious chimes.

Yinyue hurriedly put on her white leather boots and called out, "Xiao An, don't run away, wait for me."

She jogged to catch up with Tai'an, who was about to leave, and bumped into him from behind.

"You never walk with me!"

"It's not that far, can't you go by yourself?"

Tai'an did hesitate; logically, he should have decisively shaken off the troublesome person behind him. However, there's a saying: you can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.

The two of them see each other all the time, so there's no need for excessive targeting.

Tai'an and Yinyue walked out of the courtyard one after the other and bumped into a group of people coming out from next door.

"When did you two become so close?" Dorothy asked in a surprised tone, accompanied by her two little girl best friends.

"Xiao An agrees to be my friend!" Yin Yue clung tightly to Tai An's arm, like a koala clinging to a tree trunk.

Tai'an stared blankly at the pale sky as a light drizzle suddenly began to fall, sprinkling his face.

It's raining...

Everyone activated their mental barriers to prevent the rain from soaking their clothes and quickened their pace toward the wizard's tower.

Soon, we arrived at the classroom.

The afternoon class was on mathematical rules, and the speaker was Gargamel.

Tai'an flipped through the textbooks on the table, expecting the Three-Eyed Raven to come in and give a lecture, hopping and skipping to the podium before launching into a passionate speech. Instead, a humanoid magical puppet stiffly walked in.

"I'm sorry, children. My original self has long been destroyed. The various forms you see are all my clones."

The magical puppet's mechanical voice was utterly devoid of emotion: "Let me introduce myself for the first time. I am Gargamel, the master of the Wizard Tower. You may call me Instructor Gargamel, or His Majesty Gargamel. I was once a Saint-level mage, worthy of the title 'Your Majesty'..."

Many people think that learning physics and mathematics is unnecessary. I can tell you with certainty that all the bottlenecks for spellcasters are related to insufficient understanding of the fundamental rules of the world.

Mathematics and physics are the fundamental rules that constitute the world, the most important foundation for spellcasters.

Your future development is like building a mage tower; how high you can reach depends entirely on how deep and solid your foundation is.

(End of this chapter)