Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 325 Celia's Clumsy Apprentices
Who wouldn't want to become the disciple of the legendary great elven mage?
Not to mention that the other party also has the legendary god-slayer Lord by his side, so it's not impossible to get guidance from him.

Besides, who knows, with a bit of luck, we might discover the secret to how this god-slayer has survived to this day?
So a large group of mages of different races, who considered themselves exceptionally talented, went to the Magic Association in an attempt to gain Celie's approval.

Among them were quite a few veteran mages. Although it was somewhat shameful for them to compete with these young mages for the secret of immortality magic, it was impossible for them not to be tempted.

"Unqualified!"

The elf sat cross-legged on her own large chair, with a mountain of magic books behind her. She rested her chin on one hand and spoke to the mage in front of her who was retreating in fright.

She only slightly revealed her magic and majesty, yet she frightened these magicians into retreating in fear; it was truly unbearable to watch.

"Unqualified!"

After seeing off another mage, Celia waved for the next mage to enter.

"Unqualified!"

"Unqualified!"

Selena is now starting to wonder if it's because Volamere and Ella didn't properly screen her candidates?
Logically speaking, the mages who dared to approach them should have all been screened and tested by these two, and their talent and strength should be guaranteed to a certain extent. So why did they all perform so poorly?
He had only casually revealed a little bit of his magical power and aura, yet it had frightened them so much that they had retreated one after another, and some had even collapsed to the ground. He had truly disgraced the magicians.

What Celia didn't know was that now that she had touched the threshold of demigodhood, the magical aura around her was naturally beginning to change, and she had begun to reveal that unique divine pressure.

How could an ordinary mage possibly remain calm under such pressure? Even second-level mages would probably find it difficult.

Left with no other choice, Celia had to lower her selection criteria one after another, while also restraining some of her magic power once again.

Ultimately, after several rounds of rigorous selection, five lucky individuals were chosen.

Three of them were humans, one man and two women, and the other two were elves, including the elf girl that Celia had originally planned to meet. Without exception, they were all relatively young.

As for those veteran mages, although they performed admirably under Celie's magical pressure, Celie had no intention of taking them as apprentices. In fact, she even suspected that these people weren't after her.

Among these five mages, a human boy named Evan has a natural affinity for elemental magic and can cast high-level elemental magic at the age of seventeen. The others have also reached the threshold of becoming second-level mages.

To have such strength at such a young age is, in the eyes of ordinary people, a genius that is one in ten thousand.

However, in Celia's eyes, their talent was only considered decent.

She remembered that when Vlame was seventeen, he had already stepped into the threshold of a first-level mage, although his combat ability was a bit lacking, but it was not a big deal.

However, Celia also knew that Volamey was a genius who was rare even once in a millennium, and with the dual guidance of both her and Lord, he could not be compared with these people.

Celia didn't treat these apprentices with any perfunctory attitude, but instead devoted herself to teaching them with all her might.

Therefore, the training ground was frequently filled with Celia's merciless criticism. When she was teaching Vlame, her teaching methods were extremely strict, almost nitpicky, and she would not let go of any small mistake.

These mages were often exhausted from the ordeal, and running out of magic power was a common occurrence.

Even more tragically, unlike Vlamé, they didn't have Lord's comfort and could only silently endure it all.

However, it is undeniable that under such high pressure, the five mages progressed at a rate far exceeding their own and everyone else's expectations.

Their control over magic and their understanding of the nature of magic are improving at a visible rate.

Although Celia was strict to the point of being harsh, her guidance was unreserved and incisive, revealing their own bottlenecks and shortcomings that they themselves had not even noticed.

Occasionally, Lord would come down from his laboratory, which was filled with research materials, and watch Celia instruct her students.

Although Celia appears very strict, her inherent gentleness cannot be concealed; she simply fulfills her responsibilities as a teacher in her own unique way.

As night fell and the day's hustle and bustle subsided, Celia returned to her and Lord's small room and sat somewhat sullenly on a small chair.

"Did you make someone cry again today?" Lord handed Celia a cup of herbal tea with a calming floral scent, his tone teasing.

Seeing the other person's unhappy expression, Lord immediately guessed that it was probably some foolish apprentice who had upset his elf lady again.

Celia took the teacup and snorted softly, "It was that human girl named Lina. Her mental fortitude is too weak. All she had to do was keep the magic circle running while maintaining two auxiliary magic circles, and she panicked and almost lost control of her magic. I scolded her a few times and she burst into tears."

She took a sip of tea, as if remembering something, her golden eyes suddenly brightening in the moonlight. "However... that kid Evan did manage to complete a new high-level spell on his own today, it's barely passable."

Listening to her report, which seemed to be a complaint but actually contained a hint of approval, Lord smiled and comforted her, "They are not very old. It's best to give them a proper balance between work and rest. Don't put too much pressure on them."

"Humph"

The elf snorted, seemingly oblivious to whether she had taken Lord's words to heart. "What about your research?" Celia put down her teacup and looked at Lord. "That... project, any progress?"

She didn't directly say the words "born child," because it would be too explicit for her, and it would make it seem like she really wanted to have children with this man.

She'll feel embarrassed.

Lord walked to the edge of the windowsill, looked down at the city lights, and said, "The fusion of the life formula is more complex than we imagined, involving rejection at the genetic level. However, we have found several possible breakthroughs and are verifying them one by one." He turned to Celia, "It's alright, time is on our side."

Celia walked to his side, stood beside him, looked at the same starry sky, and softly hummed in agreement.

(End of this chapter)