Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After hearing what Wayne said, it does make sense.

Emily counted on her fingers—including the five witches who came to assassinate them, they had a total of three fifth-tier combatants on their side. This battle wasn't unwinnable.

At that moment, Emily noticed that Hilda was looking at her again.

These past few days, Hilda had barely spoken to her, but her gaze would always involuntarily drift in her direction. Emily wasn't unaware of this, but she just hadn't found the right moment to ask.

Since their eyes met today, she went straight to the point: "Hey, why have you been staring at me like that these past few days? Is there a problem?"

Hilda was taken aback by what she said, her eyes visibly flustered for a moment, and she subconsciously wanted to deny it, but she swallowed the words back.

She quickly came up with an excuse: "Um... I think our abilities are quite similar. I was thinking, should we practice together? And try to coordinate our skills?"

Emily didn't think much of the reason and simply nodded, "Of course. How about now?"

Hilda nodded in agreement.

The panel popped up at this point.

Hilda's True Motives

[Actually, everything Hilda said was just an excuse. What truly intrigued her was another question: why was there such a stark difference in physique between Emily and herself, both being young girls? She couldn't understand it, and was too embarrassed to ask directly, so she used "practicing" to mask her curiosity.]

[Note: What Hilda, the white-haired girl, didn't know was that the former purple-haired Emily had a similar figure. However, some things are difficult to develop without the tempering and guidance of fate. Clearly, Hilda currently lacks experience.]

[Note 2: However, their abilities are indeed somewhat similar. If they cooperate, they might actually be able to develop something.]

Wayne stood aside, watching the two little girls reach a consensus on "sparring" with their own ulterior motives, without revealing either of their true thoughts.

He spoke up at the opportune moment.

"Then you guys keep practicing. I need to go prepare some potions. We need them the day after tomorrow, so time is limited." With that, Wayne nodded to the group and turned to leave the side building.

Wayne hadn't gone far when he ran into Alice walking towards him.

Seeing that Wayne's expression was relatively calm, she naturally walked to his side and asked, "Brother, how was your day?"

Wayne nodded: "Not bad."

Alice then asked, "Where are Emma and Ella? I can't see them."

Wayne casually replied, "Ella was a bit tired from preparing potions today and went to bed early. Emma went to the Sword Saint's mansion with Aya today and should be back soon."

Alice listened, her smile unchanged, and she simply nodded slightly, not lingering on the topic.

The panel popped up at this point.

[Alice - Current Status Update]

This afternoon, while Ella was exhausted from preparing potions, Alice used a modified sleeping potion to put her to sleep. Through hypnosis, Alice managed to get Ella's true feelings. Ella's exact words were: "My master belongs to everyone; he is a gift from the goddess, and no one can possess him."

[Note: This sentence left Alice silent for a long time. She realized that her selfishness was somewhat shameful. She felt ashamed of her actions.]

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Feeling guilty, Alice quickly changed the subject before Wayne could speak.

"Brother, you must have heard the details from Tiffany, right?"

Wayne nodded: "Yes. She reported it to me, and I know everything I need to know."

Alice looked up, meeting Wayne's gaze: "Then, brother, what about the night after tomorrow?"

Wayne said confidently, "We have already come up with a detailed plan. I will personally arrange the specifics. You don't need to worry. You just need to make arrangements for the people in the manor in advance without anyone knowing."

Alice listened without asking any further questions.

She stood there, seemingly hesitating for a moment, before finally speaking her decision: "Brother, there's something I want to tell you. I've already spoken with Father, and once the Black Order's base is stable, I plan to move there and work with you."

Wayne was slightly surprised.

"...Move there?"

"Yes." Alice nodded, her tone serious. "I mentioned this to my father this afternoon. He said he has no objection as long as you don't object. He asked me to ask you what you think, and he said he respects your opinion."

After listening, Wayne did not immediately express his opinion.

He looked at Alice for two seconds, then asked a question.

What are you thinking?

Alice looked him straight in the eye: "I want to live with my brother. I grew up in this house, and it has certainly given me a comfortable life, but it's not entirely the life I want. I also want to do things I truly want to do and live a life that truly has meaning for me."

Her tone was calm.

"If my brother agrees, I'll go. If he doesn't think it's appropriate, I won't force him; I'll just stay here."

After hearing her words, Wayne didn't keep her waiting long: "Since you've already made up your mind, I have no objections. Once the Black Order's base is ready, I'll officially arrange for you to join."

Alice's eyes lit up immediately.

"real?"

"real."

She hugged Wayne excitedly.

"Thank you, brother!"

Glancing at the sky, Wayne didn't linger any longer: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest. There's a lot to prepare for tomorrow."

Alice nodded and turned to walk towards her room.

Back in his room, Wayne took out the medicinal herbs he had purchased that day from his storage bag and arranged them neatly on the table. He was about to begin preparing the body-tempering potion.

His movements were swift and efficient; he picked, weighed, ground, and mixed, each step imbued with a composure honed through long-term immersion.

An hour later, with the aid of water magic, the potion was prepared smoothly. The purity of the extract was nearly 50% higher than that of conventional methods, and the finished product was more translucent than expected.

But the real challenge lies not in the preparation, but in absorption.

The threshold from the mid-stage to the late-stage of the fourth rank is the first major hurdle on the path of body cultivation. The mid-stage of the fourth rank relies on the accumulation of battle qi and the strengthening of the physical body. As long as the medicinal materials are sufficient and the training is not neglected, most body cultivators can reach it step by step.

However, from the mid-stage to the late-stage of the fourth tier, accumulation is no longer the primary challenge; what's needed is a qualitative leap. Battle aura must move from "abundance" to "condensation," and the physical body must move from "strength" to "transparency." There are no shortcuts in this process; it can only be achieved through hard work and gradual refinement. Nevertheless, with the aid of water magic and intense combat, Wayne quickly reached the breakthrough threshold.

It's the same as always.

Wayne poured the potion into a large bucket filled with water.

Then he soaked in the water.

It's nothing but pain, nothing but pain...

The pain did not come from external trauma, but from deep within the bones and internal organs, as if raging flames were burning inside.

Wayne clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat dripping from his chin onto the floor.

But he did not interrupt the flow of his battle qi, nor did he loosen his guidance of the water magic. He guided the battle qi to cleanse his meridians again and again, expelling the impurities produced during the tempering process from his pores, and then slowly drawing the newly generated battle qi into his body to fill the gaps created by the medicinal power.

Two hours later.

Om-!

Wayne clenched his fist.

Late stage of fourth-order body cultivation, achieved!