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Lynn ignored the commotion inside and turned to look at Aria. "You've been stuck at the peak of the third-class apprentice level for many years."

Arya lowered her head in shame.

"Master, my talent has reached its limit. Even if Shu'er shares her cultivation resources with me, it won't shake the shackles of becoming a formal wizard."

"I'm afraid I'll never reach the level of a formal wizard in this lifetime..."

Lynn did not blame him. The threshold of becoming a formal wizard has trapped countless apprentices, and only a very few exceptionally talented individuals with sufficient resources to support them can break through this constraint.

Since conventional cultivation methods are insufficient for advancement, let's try some "heretical" cultivation methods.

He instructed Vera, "Everyone who is not involved, leave this place."

The clan elders, other clansmen, and servants dared not be negligent upon hearing this. After bowing, they quickly withdrew, leaving only Aria, Sisi, Lin Shu, and Vera in the room.

Lynn took a crystal bottle out of the ring.

He placed the bottle on the table; it contained a thick, pale blue liquid.

"Drink it."

Arya didn't ask any questions. Trusting Lynn, she simply picked up the bottle and pulled out the cork.

A cool scent wafted from the bottle opening, somewhat like mint, and also somewhat like grass and trees after the rain.

She glanced at Lynn, who nodded.

She brought the bottle to her lips, tilted her head back, and downed it in one gulp.

The liquid was thick, like honey syrup, but it went down smoothly. She swallowed the last mouthful and put the empty bottle on the table.

Delicious!

At that moment, a pale blue light shone from her chest, spreading from her chest to her limbs, and from her limbs to her head.

Her body was trembling slightly, and her mental strength was surging!

Her mental strength was rising rapidly, giving her an unreal feeling. She closed her eyes and looked inward into her sea of ​​consciousness.

The gray-white space was expanding, its boundaries were pushing outwards, and the previously narrow corners were becoming open.

The value of mental strength is climbing: ninety, ninety-five, ninety-eight, one hundred.

It eventually stopped at one hundred.

Arya opened her eyes, her eyes a little red.

She had been stuck at the peak of the third-class apprentice level for almost ten years, with her mental strength hovering between ninety and ninety-five, unable to improve.

Now I'm at 100, which meets the basic requirements for becoming a formal wizard!

Lynn then took out a grayish-white crystal from the ring.

The crystals are small, with fine lines on the surface, and light seems to flow within those lines.

This is a high-purity soul dust crystal, he handed the crystal to Arya.

"Hold it under your tongue, do not swallow."

Arya took the crystal and put it in her mouth.

The stone was pressed under my tongue; it was cool and had a slightly salty taste.

It felt like a sudden enlightenment, as if my soul had been touched.

Driven by Lynn, the energy within the crystal seeped into her consciousness through the blood vessels under her tongue, enveloping her soul.

The soul was originally a wisp of grayish-white mist, very faint, which would dissipate with a gust of wind.

The energy seeped into the fog, making it thicker, turning from grayish-white to silvery-white, and from thin to heavy.

Arya felt her body become lighter, not literally lighter, but the weight on her soul disappeared.

She originally possessed a talent for the soul and majored in soul sorcery. Now that her soul has been enhanced, her own strength has also been greatly increased.

Lynn raised his right hand and placed it on Arya's head, his mental energy surging from his palm and probing into her sea of ​​consciousness.

In that grayish-white space, silvery-white soul mists slowly rotated.

Lynn's mental energy transformed into a hand, grasped the wisp of mist, and slowly twisted it faster in the direction of its rotation.

The fog spun faster and faster, changing from a slow drift to a rapid rotation.

The center of rotation begins to cave in, like a whirlpool being stirred up on the surface of water.

Arya's body began to tremble violently.

The pain of having one's soul stirred up is unbearable for most people; it feels like something is pushing against her head, trying to crack her skull.

She guessed what Lynn had done, but she gritted her teeth, pressed her lips into a thin line, and remained silent.

Lynn's mental energy continued to flow in.

The fog cloud spun faster and faster, and the vortex sank deeper and deeper.

A point appeared at the center of the vortex, constantly absorbing the surrounding soul mist and drawing in the silvery-white light bit by bit.

Then the dot gets bigger and bigger, and at the same time, it beats like a heart.

The surrounding mental vortex rotated around the point on its own.

The Soul Vortex is complete!

Lynn withdrew his hand, and Arya slumped in her chair, panting heavily.

Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat. After a dozen or so breaths, she opened her eyes.

There was a faint, silvery-white light in his eyes, like moonlight falling on water; this was a manifestation of a surge in his soul.

Her aura changed; she crossed that hurdle from the peak of the third-level apprentice and steadily stopped at the initial stage of the first ring!

She was still somewhat dazed, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

"Mentor, I...I've broken through."

Lynn nodded without replying. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Arya stood up and bowed deeply to Lynn.

"Thank you, mentor." Her voice was filled with deep gratitude.

Becoming a full-fledged wizard—the dream of countless apprentices—has now come true!

Lynn waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for such formalities.

"Your foundation is already set. Forcing yourself to advance to the first level is the limit. You'll probably find it difficult to make any further progress."

Arya nodded, without a trace of regret in her heart.

A formal wizard who cannot make any progress is still a formal wizard.

That's enough. A first-level formal wizard is enough to support the Nightsong family!

The others were also utterly shocked by this method.

Can even formal wizards be forcibly upgraded? Then what about them...?

Lin Shu's eyes sparkled as she tugged at Lin En's sleeve.

"Father, please promote me to a full wizard. I don't want to be an apprentice anymore."

Lynn shook her head.

"The consequence of forcibly improving one's strength is an unstable foundation, making it impossible to advance any further in one's lifetime. Moreover, the mental vortex that is forcibly condensed is unstable, making one's strength significantly weaker than that of other formal wizards."

"Your talent is the best right now. If you cultivate step by step, it will take you a few years or more than ten years to reach the first level."

"If you force it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Lin Shu pouted and didn't make any further demands.

Vera stood to the side, and after hearing the consequences of the forced promotion, her lips moved slightly, then closed again.

There was a longing light in her eyes too...

She looked at Lynn with burning eyes, hoping he could see her gaze and understand her meaning.

Lynn naturally saw it.

Vera's meaning was clear: she also wanted to be forcibly promoted.

She's been stuck at the third-class apprentice level for decades, with no hope of becoming a formal wizard in this lifetime, and needs to break through even more than Arya.

Lynn did not react; his gaze shifted from Vera's face without lingering.

Vera's heart sank.

She understood that Lynn wouldn't help her, and she also understood why Lynn wouldn't help her.

Lin Shu tacitly agreed to Warren's engagement; she neither rejected Warren's proposal nor tried to back out of the marriage.

She thought that if Lin Shu married Wardfa, the Night Song family could get in touch with Warren and gain a foothold in Earth Pulse.

It's not that she lacks the ability to refuse; it's that she simply doesn't want to refuse.

Lynn saw it clearly, so she wouldn't help her.

Vera lowered her head and stepped aside.