Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 318 Cultivation

Lynn has no intention of switching to meditation.

Firstly, the meditation techniques taught at the Viper Academy are perfectly adequate for him, as he is currently still a wizard apprentice.

Secondly, switching to meditation might cause unusual mental fluctuations, which could arouse suspicion from others.

Even without modification, Lynn's current comprehension ability allows his cultivation to advance rapidly in a short period of time.

"really……"

"The owner of this body was not only of average talent, but also not very smart, and had no special skills on the path of wizarding."

After trying the meditation method and comparing it with his memory, Lynn shook his head repeatedly.

Full of errors and omissions!

In the past, my practice could no longer be described as simply following the instructions; it was more like being sculpted from a mold.

However, although the methods of meditation are the same, the people involved are different.

The instructor who taught meditation only talked about his own feelings, but didn't mention how apprentices should correct them.

perhaps……

That's paid content.

I remember back in the academy, some apprentices would use the magic stones provided by their families to ask their mentors for extra lessons. Most of those people passed the academy's assessment. It seems that it wasn't that the mentors didn't teach, but rather that they didn't teach ordinary apprentices.

"His mind is inflexible, rigid, dull, and lacks adaptability; no wonder his cultivation level is so low."

Lynn sighed helplessly.

Is witchcraft suitable for people without talent?

If you have resources and connections, even poor talent can be overcome. You should know that many people don't even have the opportunity to cultivate themselves.

If not...

Then Lynn can only say that it is not suitable, just like the original owner of this body.

"Let me defy fate and change your destiny!"

Once the thoughts converge, meditation techniques rapidly operate in the mind, gradually adjusting to a state suitable for this physical body.

The mental strength that had not increased for a long time was now increasing slowly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Despite the rapid progress, Lynn didn't take it seriously.

To use a numerical analogy, what difference does it make if the value doubles from 0.1 to 0.2?

Even against a true wizard, they are still easily crushed.

"You also need to master one or two powerful spells."

Thinking of the dangers the original owner had encountered, and the various scenes in his memories, a sense of urgency welled up in his heart:

"After so many years, I finally have a body to stay on the continent of Kalim. I must not destroy it."

"witchcraft……"

After searching through my memories, I finally pinpointed it to a rather obscure form of witchcraft taught at the academy.

Zero-level sorcery - Blood Boiling!

This is a form of tactile witchcraft, meaning it requires physical contact to be performed.

After the procedure, the target's blood will boil rapidly, causing them pain and hallucinations.

The most terrifying thing is that those who die from this witchcraft will turn into a fountain of boiling blood.

Its advantage is its powerful destructive force; even great knights and legendary knights could be affected.

The disadvantages are also obvious: the spell is slow to cast, cannot be interrupted, the spell model is complex, and it requires close combat.

"How foolish!"

Lynn gently shook her head:

"This witchcraft can only be used at close range and is slow to cast, so very few witch apprentices choose to practice it."

"But little did they know that the person who created this witchcraft did not intend to cast spells on others, but rather to use it for himself."

The "Blood Boiling" skill is somewhat similar to a knight's combat technique, which can enhance the body's explosive power for a short period of time.

Moreover, apart from some exhaustion after the procedure, there are almost no aftereffects.

A technique that can double one's own strength would be considered a divine skill in knightly combat arts. The key is that it is only a zero-ring sorcery, which consumes very little mental energy.

He was certain that the magic was created by a knight because he himself was a knight.

And he's a fourth-tier ancient knight!

…………

half a month later.

Lynn stood in front of a dressing mirror as tall as a person, examining the boy in the mirror.

Her smooth, golden hair was like the finest silk, her sculpted features were as if carved by a knife and axe, and her tall, well-proportioned figure stood at 1.85 meters. Just this innate appearance alone was worth thirty magic stones.

This is not his own judgment.

It was a price offered by a madam in the red-light district of Vier Town; she would pay Lynn immediately if he was willing to sign a contract of servitude.

Some customers are disgusted by bodies modified through bloodline magic and are willing to pay extra for natural products.

"Oh……"

Touching her flawless face, Lynn smiled gently, pushed open the simple wooden door, and walked out.

He lived on the edge of the city, which, while not exactly a slum, was not a very friendly place.

It had just rained, and the ground was muddy with clearly visible tire tracks, so we could only carefully move forward, hugging the wall.

Upon arriving in the central area of the town, the environment suddenly changed.

The marble-paved ground looked like a natural surface, the streets were spotless, and the street vendors were bustling about.

Lynn subconsciously looked up.

Wizard Tower!

Three wizard towers floated silently above the town, their subtle pressure permeating the entire area like the air itself.

If Lynn's soul weren't so special, he wouldn't have noticed the anomaly in the air.

"Little Lynn!"

The proprietress of the apothecary, still quite attractive, winked at Lynn and said with a grin:

"It's been a while since you've been here."

"Something came up recently, and I'm recuperating." Lynn smiled, not letting her guard down despite the other person's attitude.

In my memory, this proprietress had refused to give him his medicine several times, not making an exception just because he was good-looking.

"While I had some free time, I studied some potion-making. This is a newly concocted Tranquility Potion."

"oh!"

The proprietress straightened up, revealing her graceful figure, and casually took the medicine, her eyes lighting up slightly:

"Tsk tsk..."

"Qualified product!"

"It seems you have a real talent for potion making, little Lynn, far more than you are for witchcraft."

She put down the potion and took out a few loose magic stones from the drawer.

"Five magic stone fragments."

"No need to pay." Lynn gently shook her head.

"I need to exchange this for materials to brew a Tranquility Potion, Aunt Mandy, could you give me a discount?"

"Hmm..." The proprietress, Mandy, pursed her lips:

"Auntie can't get a discount, but older sister can."

"Sister Mandy."

"Hehe..." The proprietress smiled sweetly:

"20% off, that's a discount only for regular customers, but I'm giving it to you since you've been obedient, Lin En."

of course.

The main issue is that the materials aren't very valuable, so making a slight discount won't hurt.

After thanking the other party, Karl packed up the materials and left the pharmacy, using the remaining money he had to buy some food for later use.

…………

On the second floor of a tavern not far away, Jeff, a mid-level wizard apprentice with a full beard, put down his wine bowl and gestured to the person next to him.

"Call those two dogs over."

"Yes."

soon.

The timid blue dog brothers went upstairs and bowed to Jeff:

"Sir, you called us."

"Um."

Jeff's eyebrows were lowered:

"I paid the money. But why isn't the person dead?"

"?" The leader of the Blue Dogs blinked, looking puzzled.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"Snapped!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two venomous snakes sprang out from beneath their feet, their tails lashing fiercely across the faces of the two Qingquan brothers.

The immense force caused both of them to fall to the ground, their skin torn and bleeding, screaming and howling in agony.

"Shut up!"

Jeff's face darkened.

"Lynn!"

Why is that young apprentice still alive?

"Lynn?" The leader covered his face with one hand, blood gushing from between his fingers, and struggled to call out in a low voice:

"Impossible, we killed him."

"You saw him die with your own eyes?" Jeff stared at the two men.

The two paused for a moment.

"The dagger pierced his heart. Although he was still breathing when we left, he couldn't possibly have survived," the second brother whispered.

"Master!"

"We dare not lie."