While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Stepping outside, the sunlight warmed my face.

He stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then strode towards the car parked on the side of the road.

"Lord Tianyan, what did you buy?"

Yamada leaned out of the driver's seat, looking curiously at the bag in his hand.

"Here are some Chinese herbal medicines. By the way, take this as an employee benefit."

Tianyan gave a thumbs-up and said with a smile, "This is the latest issue, remember to keep the software unchanged!"

Yamada took the magazine, and upon seeing the picture on the cover, he was immediately terrified. He then solemnly put it into his pocket.

Tianyan opened the car door and got in, placing the bag at his feet: "Let's find a quiet place. I want to try something new."

"Something new?"

"Let's drive."

Despite his doubts, Yamada started the car and drove it onto a quiet, deserted street, stopping it next to an abandoned vacant lot.

"This should be fine, Lord Tianyan."

Tianyan nodded, opened the door, and got out of the car.

The open space was covered with gravel, surrounded by old warehouses and rusty iron fences. There was no one or any vehicles around.

The sky overhead was a bright blue, with a few clouds drifting lazily by.

He walked to the center of the open space, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into his mind.

The hidden quest has been completed, and the reward has been issued.

A surge of new information flowed slowly through the depths of consciousness, while a scorching energy traveled up the spine and converged at the shoulder blades.

Tianyan's breathing became slightly rapid.

He could feel the skin below his shoulder blades changing, something emerging from beneath the skin, something more subtle and complex.

On the shoulder blades, a pair of black tattoos were slowly emerging, as if branded on with red-hot iron, carrying a scorching heat.

The tattoo is shaped like a pair of outstretched wings, with the wingspan extending from the spine to the shoulder blades. Every feather is clearly visible, and purple lines meander along the edges, as fine as blood vessels.

The moment the tattoos were fully revealed, Tianyan felt a strange connection being established between him and the tattoos.

It was as if the tattoos were an integral part of his body, like his arms, and that they would move whenever he wanted.

Tianyan took a deep breath and channeled his curse power into the tattoos.

"Buzz"

Tianyan could feel the bones in his scapula starting to extend outward, growing one by one, not in a disorderly manner, but in a symmetrical pattern.

The black iron-colored bone spikes were generated by the curse, but they were not sharp, chaotic bone blades; instead, they were slender bones, like the wing bones of a bird.

A main bone extends from the scapula, branching into dozens of small secondary bones, each precisely positioned where it should be.

The bone growth process lasted only three seconds.

Then, the cursed power surged from the gaps in the bones, a purplish-black, translucent cursed power that filled the gaps between the bones like a thin film.

It is not a physical entity, but it is more resilient than a physical entity.

Tianyan turned his head to look at the pair of wings behind him.

With a wingspan of three meters, it has a black iron-colored frame, a purplish-black energy membrane, and purple patterns that meander and flow on the frame, gleaming with a cold luster in the sunlight.

From a distance, it didn't look like something made of bones and magic; it looked more like some kind of real, living wings.

"Lord Tianyan?!"

Yamada's voice came from behind, carrying a sense of shock as if his worldview had collapsed.

"What's that behind you?!"

Tianyan did not answer.

He gently flapped his wings.

A force of upward lift came from behind him, and his feet left the ground.

Ten centimeters off the ground.

Twenty centimeters.

Half a meter.

one meter.

Tianyan hovered in mid-air, looking down at the gravel ground beneath his feet and then looking up at the blue sky above.

Take off!

He really took off!

The first takeoff was definitely the most exhilarating!

This feeling is completely different from standing on the ground. There is no support, no reliance, the whole world is at his feet, the wind blows from all directions, and every wisp of air can be sensed by his wings.

He tried to fly forward.

With a gentle flap of his wings, his body glided forward several meters, the movement much smoother than expected, as if he were born to fly.

Vibrate it again, and it will be even faster.

Tianyan drew a circle in the air, landed back on the ground, folded its wings behind its back, and breathed slightly rapidly.

It wasn't because I was tired, it was because I was excited!

However, he also noticed a problem: the rate at which his magical power was being consumed was too fast.

From activating his wings to flying around and landing, it only took a dozen seconds, but the vortex of cursed energy within his body was spinning several times faster than usual, and the output of cursed energy far exceeded his expectations.

"Three minutes," Tianyan said in a low voice.

At this rate of consumption, with his current spell power, he can only sustain flight for about three minutes at most.

three minutes.

It's not long, it's not long, it's not short.

It's certainly not enough for traveling, but in combat, three minutes of air combat capability is enough to change the course of a battle.

Tianyan took a deep breath, and his bones and the membrane of his cursed power turned into tiny specks of light and dissipated into the air.

After the wings disappeared, the pair of black tattoos reappeared on the skin of the shoulder blades.

Tianyan stretched his shoulders to make sure he felt no discomfort before turning around and walking back to his car.

Yamada was still standing by the car, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide open, looking like a statue.

"Let's go." Tianyan patted his shoulder.

Yamada snapped back to reality, his voice trembling, "Lord Ten-Yan, what were you doing just now...?"

"A new technique."

Tianyan got into the car, his tone as calm as if he were saying the weather was nice today: "Let's try it out."

Yamada opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, but in the end he said nothing, silently sat back in the driver's seat, and started the car.

He felt that following Lord Tianyan was definitely the right decision. There were no flying sorcerers in the Zen Academy family, but Lord Tianyan was the first to fly!

The car rejoined the traffic and drove through the streets of Tokyo.

Tianyan leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and was still savoring the feeling of flying.

"Yamada."

"exist!"

"Go to this address." Tianyan took out a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it over: "Fu Hei's house."

Yamada took the note, glanced at it, nodded, and drove the car onto another street.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a two-story detached house.

The house wasn't new; the paint on the exterior walls was a bit peeling, and the potted plants at the entrance were neatly trimmed. It looked as ordinary as could be.

Tianyan got out of the car, walked to the door, took out his key, and opened the door.

"I'm back."

Hurried footsteps came from the entrance hall, and a six or seven-year-old girl with a ponytail ran out from the end of the corridor with a surprised smile on her face.

"Brother Tianyan! Long time no see!"