Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 155 Young Master is such a waste!

The potion of life is truly a wonderful thing; no wonder it's so expensive!

Aglaia was as thirsty as a traveler who had walked for three days and three nights in the desert, not wanting to miss a single thing. It was as if she were drinking extremely strong liquor, or swallowing magma. A trembling heat surged through her soul, spreading unchecked. Flesh, cells, bones, internal organs—everything underwent a sublimation and qualitative change at this moment.

A large amount of foul-smelling black sweat appeared on the skin's surface. Calluses on the hands and feet began to peel off. Malnourished hair began to become shinier, and a surge in melanin caused it to turn from brown to black.

The girl hugged her shoulders, suppressing the urge to groan. Her whole body felt like it was crawling with insects gnawing at her, and an uncontrollable transparent battle aura spread throughout her body.

What used to take at least several years of arduous training to reach, he now easily achieved. However, the changes did not stop there; the boiling fighting spirit continued to grow.

"Young master, what a waste!"

Agrea guessed that only a perfect quality life potion could have brought about such a transformative change. No wonder it's a treasure worth at least a hundred gold.

I wonder if I'll ever get to taste it again in my lifetime.

At this moment, to the girl from a poor family, one hundred gold coins was an unimaginable astronomical figure.

Although the life potion was so effective that she had a slight doubt in her mind, it was the only reasonable explanation, so she quickly put it out of her mind.

Aglaia took a thorough shower and changed into clean clothes. She cleaned away dead skin and washed away the stains on the floor, spending nearly an hour in the bathroom. Finally, feeling refreshed, she stepped out.

"You went to get a beauty treatment without telling me!"

Liadrin gazed resentfully at Aglaia's radiant face, her slightly yellowish skin now fair, her features more refined, and her hair dyed a smooth, jet-black color.

Does this mean you want to compete for favor?

A sense of crisis arose in Liadrin's heart as she secretly glanced at the Aglaia Airport, which seemed to be showing signs of development.

"I'm sorry! I saw you were busy, I'll definitely do it next time." Aglaia lowered her head guiltily, unable to tell the other person what had actually happened; it was simply too embarrassing to say.

He hurriedly called Ovisja to go out for training together.

The steel sword that was once quite heavy in his hand now felt as light as a tree branch, and he could swing it and change moves at will.

The battle aura covering the entire body significantly enhanced physical attributes. In addition, there was an essential improvement in physical constitution.

Including the recovery from internal injuries, often one-sided arduous training can easily damage oneself and hinder future growth.

The benefit of seeking guidance from a mentor is to avoid taking detours.

Aglaia intently mimicked Ovisca's movements.

The long-lost divine dance can evenly train every part of the body, requiring coordination with a specific breathing rhythm.

Unfortunately, Ovisca couldn't demonstrate it directly; he could only correct it within a small area through telepathic communication.

Aglaia was sweating profusely and experiencing slight aches and pains in her bones, forcing her to stop before she could finish a set.

The main reasons were improper movements and incorrect breathing rhythm. The surging battle energy circulated rapidly within his body, growing stronger and more powerful every moment.

"The potion of life! It's truly a miracle!"

Aglaia thought of the rare and precious treasures in adventure stories and felt that they were nothing special. She pursed her pale cherry-colored lips as if savoring the memory.

Before we knew it, the daylight was gradually dimming.

Aglaia returned to her dormitory, calmly facing the surprised looks of everyone.

Strength brings confidence.

As she progressed to a full-fledged professional, she felt she was no longer just a pretty face or decoration, but at least one of the best among her peers.

On the living room sofa, the silver-haired little fairy sat smiling on the boy's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, the two so intimate they seemed like one person.

"Xiao An, I think you look especially charming today!"

"Is there?"

A white shirt, a blue bow tie around her neck, a gray jumpsuit, thick black stockings, and her signature round-toed leather shoes—her eyes were full of tenderness. Silver Moon slowly leaned closer and offered a sweet kiss.

"Young Master Tai'an!" Aglaia interrupted their intimacy.

"What's up?"

Tai'an turned his head and noticed a strange change in the female follower, which aroused his curiosity.

"My strength has improved, and I'm preparing to go to the Warrior's Guild tomorrow for official professional certification."

Aglaia knelt on one knee, clenched her fist and placed it over her heart, a standard warrior's salute, with a solemn expression.

"Congratulations!" Tai'an raised his hand and clapped his hands. "You don't need to be in such a hurry."

"I heard that the family is short-handed recently, and I hope I can help." Aglaia raised her head, her gaze firm.

"Okay! I'll wait for your good news..."

Saturday evening news.

The main topic remained the Blue Rose family. The host mentioned Mr. Ham's identity; he was revealed to be the Hundred Flowers Swordsman, Tinyham, a powerful warrior skilled in both magic and martial arts, known as the King of the Arena. Rumor had it that he had recently broken through to the Super-Rank realm and declared his allegiance to the Blue Rose family.

This undoubtedly signifies a further enhancement of the Blue Rose family's strength and foundation.

Furthermore, the Blue Rose family recently announced its recruitment plan, promising to offer more than one hundred entry-level positions to the citizens of Wangdu, with the recruitment location at Mong Kok Park in the north of the city.

Before the live broadcast, the assembled nobles looked gloomy.

The Blue Rose family was like a mountain pressing down on people's heads, suffocating them. Even Tiniham alone would have a hard time dealing with them.

After the original leaders, the Nan Shi family, retreated to their territory, the alliance fell into a state of leaderlessness.

Someone suggested planting spies within the Blue Rose family. However, none of the agents sent out succeeded; they were all rejected, and the reasons for their failures remained unknown.

Everyone racked their brains, discussing the possible basis for their judgment of the Blue Rose family.

The villa's gate suddenly flung open, letting in a gust of biting cold wind. The chill, so intense it seemed to freeze the soul, was unlike anything ever experienced.

The living room fell silent instantly.

Viscount Tullon, the representative of this meeting, was trembling uncontrollably. The next second, the magical lights went out.

"When will this cycle of revenge end..."

After a hearty meal, Tai'an was in a relaxed and leisurely mood.

The massacre at the Night Whisper Hotel will inevitably trigger a series of repercussions. Even if they outwardly remain silent, it doesn't mean they are secretly equally subdued.

This time, Operation Ovisga will only target a few troublemakers, not exterminate them all.

Tai'an will even try its best to guarantee the right to life of troublemakers. There might even be a day when they are released.

The threat of death is too cheap; people forget it as soon as they turn their backs. Only the living can spread more fear.

Choosing the wizard profession means embarking on a path of seeking power by any means necessary.

A cold hand suddenly covered his eyes, and a heavy weight pressed down on his head.

"Xiao An, I need to reassign Larkin. His talent is wasted on managing a group of children."

Tai'an shook his head irritably and quickly got up to break free. He'd said things like, "Show me some respect," but Taiya completely ignored him.

(End of this chapter)