Full-Time Magister: One System, One Forbidden Spell, the Strongest Divine Gift

Chapter 34: Under the forbidden spell, all are but ants; even emperors turn to ashes!
"Black Night Lily...good stuff."

Chen Yuan gently stroked the dark and alluring flower with his fingertips. Even through the specially made container, the energy emanating from the petals surged like a tide, even causing the light-based galaxy within his body to tremble violently and ripple with repulsion.

—No wonder it's a top-tier treasure worth billions!
He carefully placed the flowers into the container, and just as he was about to turn and leave, a deep, husky voice suddenly rang in his mind:
"My lord, what do you intend to do with this flower?"

It is an ancient sword demon from ten thousand years ago.

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, not surprised at all—this old fellow's nose was indeed sharp; he could smell the scent of the Night Lily even through the container. But thinking about it, it made sense; even for an old monster who had lived for ten thousand years, this level of rare and precious herb was a great tonic.

"Do you have a better suggestion?" he countered.

To be honest, Chen Yuan didn't intend to use it himself.

This thing is good, but its attributes clash with his own light-based abilities, so forcibly refining it would be counterproductive. It would be better to take it to the auction house for a fortune, or... talk to Dean Xiao; perhaps he can exchange it for a more suitable treasure of the same origin.

"Hmm, I do have a suggestion, Your Majesty might as well listen." The voice of the ancient sword demon echoed in Chen Yuan's mind, his tone carrying a rare solemnity.

"What? You want to absorb it?" Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

If the Sword Demon needs it, he wouldn't mind parting with it.

After all, they share a common destiny, and the Sword Demon's increased strength is also a good thing for him.

However, the Sword Demon slowly shook his head, his deep voice carrying a hint of arrogance:
“From the day we were born, our race has broken free from the shackles of heaven and earth. Upon reaching adulthood, we are already at the level of what the human race calls ‘emperors.’ Why should we rely on such external things?”

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Chen Yuan's lips twitched violently.

Good heavens, so this old man came to Versailles specifically for this?!

"My lord, I propose that this flower be refined into a living puppet." The voice of the ancient sword demon suddenly lowered, and a metallic hum reverberated from within the scabbard.

"A living puppet?"

Chen Yuan paused, and the vessel he was about to close stopped in mid-air.

He squinted, but didn't interrupt the sword demon. He simply rubbed the edge of the vessel lightly with his fingertips.

This was the tacit understanding between him and the Sword Demon; whenever that old guy spoke in that bronze-rust-like tone, he was guaranteed to utter something shocking.

"But this puppet-making technique is against the natural order..." The Sword Demon's voice suddenly became low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld, "But if it is successfully forged—"

It paused deliberately for a moment, and a few wisps of dark red malevolent energy seeped out of the scabbard, condensing into a hideous ghost face in the air.

"Those under the forbidden spell are all ants; even emperors are reduced to ashes!"

As the last eight words were uttered, the temperature in the entire room plummeted, and the black night lilies in the vessel moved without any wind, their petals glowing with a blood-red light.

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For a long time, Chen Yuan remained silent.

The ancient sword demon remained unusually silent.

It knew that its master needed to weigh the options, after all, some powers were like poison coated in honey.

"How to refine it."

Chen Yuan finally spoke.

With his current strength, he could still put up a fight even against a super-level mage, but if he encountered a forbidden spell mage, let alone fight, he would be lucky to even survive.

As for whether it will harm the harmony of nature, go tell me about it in the future!

The future Chen Yuan: ? ? ?

(Chen Yuan from the future raises his middle finger through the river of time)

"Are you sure you really want to forge it?" the Ancient Sword Demon asked uncertainly.

"Do we need to kill anyone? If so, how many corpses do we need?" Chen Yuan asked. If he needed living people, he would have no choice but to reluctantly borrow the heads of the Black Vatican's superiors.

"The only raw material you need is that flower in your hand," the Ancient Sword Demon said. "Oh? That simple?" Chen Yuan was somewhat surprised.

“My clan has refined this item for other alien creatures before, and we know the process,” the ancient sword demon said.

"In that case, I'll leave this to you." Chen Yuan said, then opened the summoning plane and threw the flower into the plane where the ancient sword demon resided.

"Yes, my lord."

After receiving the item, the ancient sword demon of ten thousand years ended the call.

As we emerged from the mine, the last rays of the setting sun slanted across the entrance.

Chen Yuan squinted and saw Lingling sitting on a protruding rock with her laptop in her arms, while the Mu family members paced back and forth like ants on a hot plate.

"solved."

He casually dusted off his sleeves, as if he had just gone for a walk.

The Mu family members were taken aback at first, then a look of relief spread across their faces.

The older elder of the Mu family even staggered; heaven knows how worried they had been about this young genius falling. If something had really happened, the Mu family would have been vilified throughout the entire magical world.

"Let's go back to Shanghai."

Chen Yuan patted Lingling's little head.

This haul was exceptionally bountiful. Besides the Black Night Wild Lily, one of the three commander-level demonic apes they killed even dropped a spirit essence, which they would sell at the auction house when they had some free time.

Mu Nujiao stepped forward, her delicate face bathed in sunlight, as if coated with a soft robe. She bowed slightly, her voice filled with sincere gratitude: "Thanks to your help this time."

She liked Chen Yuan's attitude very much.

Even when faced with such a life-or-death situation, the other party's first thought was not to abandon them and run away alone, but to do the opposite.

"If you take someone's money, you have to solve their problems." Chen Yuan waved his hand dismissively at this.

"If you need anything in the future, you can contact us. As long as the money is right, we can take down any monarch."

Mu Nujiao nodded with a smile.

The two exchanged contact information briefly and then left.

"Chen Yuan?"

"See you at Mingzhu Academy."

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the first year of university is coming to an end. During this time, Chen Yuan has become more and more low-key, constantly using the Three-Step Tower to cultivate and take on commissions.

During this period, Chen Yuan's Light and Summoning Star Rivers simultaneously advanced to the second level of the advanced stage, while his Space system caught up at an astonishing speed and entered the advanced stage as well.

His spiritual power was almost the same as before, and in just a few months, he had already reached the mid-stage of the fifth realm!

It's a leap forward, a whole new level!

The next level of spiritual power beyond the fifth realm is the Great Realm, which is equivalent to the effect of a Great Soul Seed.

The seventh realm is equivalent to the effect of a Lesser Celestial Seed.

If cultivation is the foundation, then realm is the product.

"My lord, the living puppet has been successfully created!" Just then, the ancient sword demon, who had been silent for several months, finally spoke.

"Let me take a look." Seeing this, Chen Yuan also became interested.

However, he soon regretted it.

The once perfectly healthy Wild Lily of the Night has been transformed into a porcelain doll by the Ancient Sword Demon of Ten Thousand Years in the past few months?
"What about playing?!"

(End of this chapter)