Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Meredith has seen countless seas of consciousness.

During her years teaching at Tsuki no Mori, she entered the sea of ​​consciousness of a genius girl.

The aurora borealis in the North flows slowly across the ice plains, cold and pure. Each ray of light is a magical pathway, clean and crisp as if washed with water.

She entered the sea of ​​consciousness of an ascetic.

The primeval forest, shrouded in mist, was utterly silent except for the sound of dewdrops sliding off the tips of leaves; it was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.

She entered the sea of ​​consciousness of a witch in pursuit of romance.

On a rainy day, the sea of ​​fog, with its gray-blue water vapor, permeates the heavens and earth, hazy and profound, its magical flow rising and falling rhythmically like the tides.

The best sea of ​​consciousness is always one that is purely close to the form of natural landscapes; this has been a universally acknowledged ironclad rule in the field of magic education for hundreds of years.

The calmer one's mind is, the purer one's magic becomes, and the more efficient one is in learning magic.

Then she entered Mi Ye's sea of ​​consciousness and stood on a street paved with bluestone slabs.

The streets are lined with layers of traditional Chinese buildings.

With its upturned eaves, carved beams and painted rafters, the vermilion pillars gleam with a warm, golden luster.

Exquisite paper-cuts adorn every window frame, and strings of red lanterns hang above every doorway. The lanterns sway gently in the breeze, their tassels brushing against her shoulders, creating a faint, tinkling sound.

The night sky overhead was a deep blue, and fireworks were bursting into bloom.

Golden peonies, silver willows, and red koi carp burst forth in layers, illuminating the entire street as bright as day.

The light and shadow of the fireworks fell on the bluestone slabs, on the pillars, on the lanterns, and on everyone who walked past her.

Meredith stood in the middle of the street, watching the pedestrians come and go.

Children carrying lanterns chased and played, their laughter as clear and crisp as bells.

An old woman sat on a street corner, making sugar figurines. With nimble fingers, a crystal-clear phoenix spread its wings on a bamboo stick.

There were girls walking arm in arm, whispering to each other, occasionally letting out a suppressed giggle.

Vendors carrying loads on shoulder poles hawked their wares along the street, their bamboo baskets filled with peaches and apricots still glistening with moisture.

Everyone is moving, everyone is doing their own thing, and everyone seems to be truly alive.

As they walked past Meredith, they would slightly step aside, nod politely, and a little girl with a high ponytail would even run up to her, give her a candied hawthorn, and then giggle and run away.

They are not witches.

This world is not the world of witches.

Meredith lowered her head, looking at the hawthorn fruit coated with amber sugar in her palm, feeling its real weight and temperature.

Her pupils dilated slightly for a moment.

The appearance of living beings in the sea of ​​consciousness is theoretically impossible.

The sea of ​​consciousness is a projection of the witch's spiritual world, a space where magic and consciousness intersect; it should be static.

There can be plants, there can be flowing water, there can be wind, frost, rain and snow, but there can never be any autonomously active life forms.

Because the sea of ​​consciousness is not only the witch's spiritual world, but also a reflection of the primordial world.

But Mi Ye's sea of ​​consciousness is not a reflection; it is a living city.

A very bold idea popped into Meredith's mind.

Miya does not belong to this world.

She carefully placed the candied hawthorn back into the little girl's palm, then looked up and re-examined everything before her. She then used her divine sense to scan her entire sea of ​​consciousness, analyzing its magical concentration, elemental distribution, and structural stability.

The magic concentration was extremely low, almost negligible, which was consistent with Miya's stats; the total amount of magic in her body was probably only enough to light a lamp.

However, a low concentration of magic power does not mean that this sea of ​​consciousness is barren.

On the contrary, another concentration here is surprisingly high.

【vitality】

It is not any energy that can be quantified by existing magic systems, but rather an ancient aura.

Its presence permeated the air.

In the glow of lanterns, in the embers of fireworks, on the moss sprouting from the cracks in the bluestone slabs, in the nimble fingers of the old woman at the sugar figurine stall, and in the smiling eyes of the little girl who gave her a candied hawthorn—it's everywhere.

Meredith suddenly realized that she seemed to have seen this architectural style before.

It is on a tattered ancient scroll sealed in a magic cabinet with constant temperature and humidity, deep within the Moon Forest Library.

How could Mi Ye possess a sea of ​​consciousness in this form?

A thought popped into Meredith's mind, making her gasp for breath.

Miya is not suited to the traditional path of magic.

Elemental magic requires a pure concentration of magic power as its driving force.

Alchemy, summoning, and mechanics all require a certain level of magical power.

It's somewhat related to psychic communication, but the objects of psychic communication are the dead, which goes against the very nature of life.

The power that is flourishing in this child's mind cannot be tamed by any mainstream magic system.

But there is one subject that can.

Flesh and Blood Magic

When the word came to Meredith's mind, her first reaction was to frown.

Flesh magic has a bad reputation in the magical world because it originates from the unspeakable ancient monsters recorded in ancient books.

Those beings who changed the world with their flesh and blood, rather than magic, in the primitive era before the rise of witch civilization.

But after thousands of years of research, stripping away, modifying and standardizing, the witches have separated this technology from its dark origins and transformed it into a proper magical discipline.

The problem is that it demands extremely high levels of talent.

The driving force behind flesh magic is not magic power, but life force itself.

The caster's life force, physical strength, and stats are the fuel for flesh magic.

Most witches are born with abundant magical power but have mediocre physical abilities, making them completely unsuitable for the basics of flesh and blood magic. Those with the corresponding talent are extremely rare.

As the world's number one magic academy, Moon Forest naturally offers this major.

However, the major listed in the admission brochure as "Flesh Shaping and Life Magic" has been ignored for several years.

No one signed up, there were no students, and the entire program was supported by only one teacher, who was an old acquaintance of Meredith's.

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

If Miya is given to him, she will receive top-tier one-on-one guidance.

And even the guy who's practically bored to death in the lab has something to do, students to work on, and performance bonuses to earn.

perfect.

But what truly made Meredith's heart race was not just this perfect arrangement, but also Miya's talent.

After entering her sea of ​​consciousness, she casually checked Mi Ye's talent, and the data was clearly visible.

The Fortune Forger has the effect of giving a chance for Star Fragments to drop when people around you make purchases. Picking them up permanently increases all your attributes.

In other words, there is theoretically no upper limit to the panel values ​​of Mi Ye.

The power of flesh magic doesn't depend on magic power, but only on life concentration and stats on the character panel.

The higher her attributes, the stronger the power of her flesh magic.

The Wishing Well's lottery mechanism may provide her with more suitable talents and skills.

The compatibility between these two talents and flesh magic is simply a match made in heaven!

A witch deemed a textbook example of a loser might actually be a once-in-a-century genius in this obscure and almost forgotten track.

Meredith took a deep breath and slowly withdrew her consciousness from Mi Ye's sea of ​​consciousness.

When her fingertips left Mi Ye's brow, the soft blue light lingered in the air for a while before dissipating.

Meredith looked down at the little girl in front of her who was less than 1.5 meters tall.

Her cheeks were still flushed from the invasion of her mental space, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the sleeves of her hoodie were clenched into several wrinkles.

"teacher?"

Miya cautiously opened one eye, then the other.

"How was it? Wasn't it... terrible?"

Meredith did not answer immediately.

She reached for the bottle of floral tea on the table, unscrewed the cap, poured a cup for Mi Ye, and pushed it in front of her.

Then she leaned against the edge of the desk, her hands folded on her knees, a smile that Mi Ye had never seen before playing on her lips, a smile that she couldn't suppress.

"Xiao Yaye."

She finally spoke, her voice tinged with barely concealed excitement.

"In your mind's eye, there are lanterns, fireworks, an entire city, people walking around on the streets, and someone even giving me a candied hawthorn. Although I find it all very strange, do you know what this means?"

Mi Ye shook her head blankly.

"This means your focus on magic is not in any mainstream academic discipline."

Meredith adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Your magic concentration is very low; the paths of elemental magic, alchemy, and summoning are all difficult for you."

"But there is something very rare in your sea of ​​consciousness, the concentration of life, so you have a completely different path to take."

"Although it's a niche field, your talent is a perfect match for this path."

"Its name is [Flesh and Blood Magic]."