Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 190 Breaking the Thief in the Heart

"That's right, exactly. You're not too stupid, kid."

The old man nodded slightly, confirming Ron's question.

Meanwhile, Ron was pondering what his cheap teacher had just said to him. Thinking about the meaning behind the other's words, he couldn't help but start to worry about his own situation again.

After all, according to the other party's statement that "those who have permanent assets have permanent minds," does my side qualify as "those who have permanent assets"?

What?

He couldn't help but recall his life before he became this teacher's apprentice.

He does various tasks for the academy, uses his cheat code to explore the panel, sometimes goes to the market to find bargains, and finally buys low and sells high to earn the magic stones needed for cultivation.

But what about now? How long has it been since I've worried about magic stones or resources?

Ron began to carefully recall his past years, even though he had only been in this world for a very short time.

It's only been about two years at most.

In the past two years, I have spent most of my time on the road to earning cultivation resources. I remember that I was always holding my breath at that time. Although there was the influence of mental pollution, which forced me to rush forward, wasn't it also my own will that was at play?

As a transmigrator, Ron naturally possessed an extraordinary sense of pride.

Even though he faced the constant threat of death after coming into this world, he still held onto a burning desire to prove himself and leave a mark on this world.

But how long has it been since I felt this kind of spirit?

Ron was suddenly jolted awake as if struck by lightning.

Yes, as the saying goes, those who have constant assets have constant minds. Since returning from the assessment, I have never cared about those so-called models, resources, and so on. Even though I was attacked again by the mastermind behind the scenes, I still did not feel any pressure.

Or rather, there have been some, but not many.

He seemed to have forgotten that the world he lived in was still one where danger was ever-present and pollution was everywhere. The relaxed life he had been living recently had gradually made him lower his guard, his defensiveness, and even his ambition.

Sometimes I think, if life could be like this forever, it would actually be pretty good.

But will things really turn out the way they want? Even if they do, what if they live a mediocre life? Would they have lived a worthwhile journey?

Having finally escaped the dull and monotonous life of my previous life, and now able to witness the vastness of the world and the carefree existence of humanity, I ask myself honestly, can I truly maintain the same laid-back mentality as in my previous life?

Ron's mind began to race with a multitude of thoughts, one question after another swirling in his head, binding his thoughts tightly like a rope.

Latour could see the jumbled thoughts in the boy's mind. Although he didn't know why, after his guidance earlier, the boy seemed to have figured something out.

He looked at the boy in front of him with a curious expression.

I originally thought that this guy had only obtained the bloodline wizard's inheritance by luck, and that his will was not that of a true wizard.

But the complex thoughts that the other person was showing made him curious about his cheap student.

What kind of experiences could a boy who is only sixteen or seventeen years old have such a state of mind?

As Latour sized up the boy in front of him, Ron was also undergoing a dramatic change.

As countless chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, the treasures in Ron's mind suddenly emitted rays of light of different colors.

At the same time, the blue light screen began to appear in his eyes. However, this pale blue light screen underwent an unusual change, turning towards red:

Your mental pollution is increasing; please try to keep your thoughts clear.

Ron looked at the clear panel in front of him, and a look of clarity suddenly appeared in his previously confused eyes.

Those jumbled thoughts gradually slipped from his mind like dry straw.

Latour looked at the boy in front of him, and the boy's sudden actions made him feel puzzled. He didn't understand why the boy had suddenly gotten rid of that confused state.

Logically speaking, the other party should maintain this state for at least several days. I have been through that time myself, so how could I not understand what the boy in front of me is going through?

Although he didn't know what the other person was confused about, Latu understood that as long as the boy in front of him could overcome this confusion, it would definitely be of great help to his future cultivation path. He originally thought that he would need to carefully guide him to make the most foolish disciple of this family understand the reason. Indeed, he did not expect that this guy could overcome the confusion in his heart so quickly.

Looks like I underestimated this kid.

The old man couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He also recalled what the Dean had said to him and the others when he emerged from seclusion:

An era of great strife is approaching, and the Tower of the Red Moon may break free from its former constraints.

As one of the academy's high-ranking members, Latu naturally understood what the so-called imprisonment of the Red Moon Tower was. Whenever he thought of what his dean had said, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The reason he used his cheap disciples as test subjects was also to prepare for that so-called Great Conflict.

At this thought, he looked at Ron with a hint of admiration.

"Perhaps this kid is the chosen successor of destiny."

Ron was naturally unaware of his thoughts; Ron felt incredibly clear-headed and his mind was racing.

Endless flashes of wisdom flickered in his mind, and the knowledge that he had previously found obscure and difficult to understand now became simple and easy to comprehend under the illumination of this light.

His previously unfocused pupils now sharpened again. He looked at the smiling old man stroking his long beard before him, and immediately bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your understanding, sir."

Latour looked at the person inside and found them to be very pleasing to the eye. Especially after hearing Ron's words of thanks, a chrysanthemum bloomed on his wrinkled face, and he gently raised his hand towards the void in front of him.

Without making any contact with the man, Ron felt an immense force lift him up, and he knew this must be the other party's doing.

"Still calling me 'sir'? I think you can take advantage of my good mood today and call me 'teacher'."