Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 14: Servants and the Price

Ron knew this was a critical moment. The last time he trained his body, this energy almost tore him apart.

But this time, he had grasped the key points.

Taking a deep breath, he began to try to use the unique rhythm of Coronary Breathing to guide this violent energy.

At first, this force was still difficult to control, raging through the meridians like a raging fire.

But with the regulation of breathing, the violent energy gradually calmed down and began to move along a specific trajectory.

Perfect guiding rhythm detected
Control: High

Gain additional attribute improvement: Constitution + 0.2]

[Physique: 1.2→1.4]

Just when the energy was about to be completely guided into the meridians, Ron suddenly felt something strange.

In his perception, the flowing energy seemed to form a certain pattern, like a miniature sun, slowly rotating inside his body.

This reminded him of the vision he saw during his first physical training, but this time, the scene was clearer, and he could even sense some deep meaning within it.

"Pay close attention." Andre's voice suddenly became serious. "You should be able to see something now."

Indeed, in Ron's perception, the sun was not just a pattern, but more like a manifestation of some kind of law.

The way it operates is completely consistent with the rhythm of the Coronal Breathing Method.

[Unlock special perception: Solar Rhythm-
A slight rise in the understanding of Yang energy -
[Coronal Breathing Technique] The practice speed has increased slightly.

"I see." Ron finally understood.

The reason why this breathing method is called "Coronal Breathing" is not only because it can guide energy similar to that of the sun, but also because it itself imitates the laws of the sun's movement.

When the last bit of energy was completely absorbed into his meridians, Ron slowly opened his eyes and found Andre looking at him with a strange look.

"You..." Andre seemed to want to say something, but hesitated: "Did you see the sun disc pattern?"

Ron nodded: "Not only did I see it, I also felt the pattern."

"It's unbelievable." Andre's expression became complicated:
"Even I only had this realization after I reached the second stage of cultivation. You're only doing it for the second time..."

He didn't finish, but Ron understood what he meant. This understanding of the essence of breathing techniques was far more meaningful than simply completing body training.

………………

On the way back to the dormitory area, Ron kept thinking about his experiences today.

The reason why he was able to maintain the activity of that glowing star grass was entirely because he accidentally used the rhythm of the "Coronal Breathing Method" when organizing it.

Each guided breathing session allows the energy in the herbs to flow in a specific rhythm.

"What are you thinking about?" Andre's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I was thinking," Ron stopped and thought of the bottle of artificial star dew:

"Do all supernatural powers have their own specific 'rhythm'?"

"What do you mean?" "Just like Star Grass stays active with a specific rhythm, Burning Oil also needs to be combined with the rhythm of breathing techniques to be effective."

Ron explained, "Then mental power, right?"

Andrei became interested. "You mean, if we can find the 'rhythm' of our mental energy, we can perhaps speed up our meditation?"

"At least it's worth a try." Ron nodded. "Mrs. Allen said today she would teach me how to make a simple potion. Maybe I can get some inspiration from it."

As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the dormitory area.

As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, I heard hurried footsteps.

A girl dressed in gorgeous but slightly messy clothes hurried past them, the strong smell of perfume covering up the slight smell of fish and sweat.

Ron recognized that it was Emily, one of their fellow apprentices.

According to her previous self-introduction, she seemed to be a noble lady from a duke's family.

But at this moment, the Duke's daughter was like a hostess on some special occasions, with her collar wide open, her delicate makeup a little messy, and a hint of red at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing Ron and Andre, Emily's face turned red. She covered her face with her hands and quickened her pace before disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

"Another one." Andre sneered disdainfully, "Three people have chosen this path this month."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know?" Andre glanced at Ron's confused expression.

"Apprentices who pass the assessment have the right to recruit slaves. For those who see no hope, taking refuge with an apprentice in advance can be a way out."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"Emily went to Apprentice Marcus in Tower 3. I heard that guy particularly likes collecting these 'beautiful slaves' and already has five or six of them."

Ron finally understood. He noticed that a gloomy look suddenly appeared on Andre's face.
"Speaking of which, Marcus and his twin brother have been researching some kind of cursed sorcery that extracts mental energy. I heard that one of their servants has become an idiot because of it."

He paused, his voice low, "Even so, there are still people rushing up. In the Black Mist Jungle, being able to stay is already the greatest luxury for many people."

Ron was silent. This was the wizarding world—the strong had the power of life and death over the weak, and this concept of hierarchy was deeply ingrained in their bones.

"But then again," Andre calmed down a little:

"You've found a good way. Mrs. Allen is strict, but at least..."

He didn't finish, but Ron understood what he meant. The old witch looked scary, but in fact, judging from their interactions over the past two days, she was a very kind person.

"Speaking of which." Ron thought of the bottle of artificial star dew and started to make small talk: "Why do you think Apprentice Holt gave me such a precious potion?"

"Maybe they saw your talent." Andre shrugged.

"In the Black Mist Jungle, any kindness is not without reason. If you succeed in being promoted in the future, you may have to pay a corresponding reward."

Any gift bestowed by fate has already been secretly marked with a price.

Ron nodded. He knew the meaning behind this "gift".

(End of this chapter)