Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 166 The Cleric Division

On the surface, only about a week has passed, but in reality, considering that the Source Eye slows down the perception of time by sixteen times, it is roughly equivalent to a quarter of the past.

Tai'an has fully completed the initial stage of life weaving – plant restoration.

Next, insects and animals, and finally humans.

Normally, the fastest record for completing the beginner stage of training is close to two years.

With the ability to observe through the source eye, Tai'an can grasp more details and correct his mistakes in time. He only needs to focus on honing his weaving skills and developing more refined control.

……

Before we knew it, the sky outside was gradually brightening.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Hua Yun left home and went to the Cleric Branch first. She had promised to contact Dean Itam for Tai'an, something she had been keeping in mind. She learned from a friend at school that the Dean would be returning on Saturday.

The clergyman Itam, over three hundred years old, is active in the stories of bards, predating even the events of Dejuran. He appears as a middle-aged man, with a meticulously styled center-parted hairstyle and a sharp suit.

As the dean of the department, although he rarely gets involved in affairs, he promises to show up at least once a month to help students and faculty answer their questions.

"Hua Yun! How is your grandfather's health? Should we get him a younger body sooner rather than later?"

"My grandfather is doing well. He's healthy, his abilities haven't declined, so he doesn't need to be used for the time being."

"Um, what's the matter you wanted to ask me?"

Hua Yun carefully prepared her words and took the initiative to mention Tai An's amazing talent and his request to cultivate the life-weaving technique.

Upon hearing that someone had mastered the art of healing in a single day, Itam's first reaction was disbelief, and his second was that Hua Yun might have encountered a fraudster.

Cultivating healing techniques is definitely not that simple. It's highly likely they had prior contact and were performing this with a specific purpose.

Even so, with her healing spell, she is qualified to meet him.

"Try to tell him to come before noon! I might have something to do this afternoon."

……

Aglaia finally met Ovisga, and her interrupted training was able to continue.

Taian left hidden mental coordinates on the ratmen brothers and prisoners so that they could be tracked down at any time if something went wrong. It felt like it was a waste of talent to send Ovisga to guard a few useless people.

After arriving home, Tai'an planned to take a nice nap. He thought he'd be fully refreshed in about two or three hours. Then he'd get up for lunch and ask Silvermoon for a magic potion.

The five-fold mental energy recovery speed lasted for a week and proved to be quite effective; even staying up all night every day had no effect.

He closed his eyes, but couldn't fall asleep for a while. Tai'an's meditation consumed some of his mental energy, so he used a level 0 trick, the Sleep Spell. He could enter a deep sleep state as long as his mental energy was below one-fifth, and could only be forcibly woken up when his mental energy was more than half restored.

His muddled consciousness sank into the bottomless abyss, falling into complete silence.

Unable to perceive the passage of time.

It was three hours later when he finally came to the surface.

Tai'an, now refreshed and full of energy, came downstairs and saw Hua Yun's face.

Good morning!

"You're sleeping like a log! I can't wake you up no matter what I do. Butler Musophie said you'll be up for lunch at noon... Come with me as soon as possible. The head of our Cleric Division makes an appearance once a month. If you miss this opportunity, you'll have to wait another month if you want to learn Life Weaving again."

We can leave whenever we want; we can come back for lunch later.

The two figures sped through the air. Hua Yun's mode of transportation was a flying broom.

Once a spellcaster reaches the elite rank, they can fly using magical items. Flying items that require real-time charging are usually quite cheap, often costing only a few dozen to a hundred gold.

Similar to the magic-powered vehicle, it requires the installation of a large number of energy-storing magic stones, so the price is naturally outrageously expensive.

Every flight was a thrilling experience for Hua Yun. She gripped the broom handle tightly, afraid of falling, and dared not go too fast. She couldn't understand how Tai An could fly without any props. Was his clothing made of some special material, a kind of flying cloak?

The two landed one after the other in front of the gates of the Cleric's Division.

Hua Yun tumbled off the flying broom with lingering fear, let out a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from her cheeks: "I really don't have the talent for flying."

In the center of the beautifully landscaped garden stands a uniquely designed pure white building, resembling an art gallery in style.

A beautiful environment with bright sunshine and birdsong.

Tai'an paused slightly, the image of the Wizarding Division, shrouded in darkness and devoid of daylight, flashed before his eyes, making the Cleric Division seem like a paradise on earth in comparison.

"Regret it now, don't you!" Hua Yun said smugly.

"A little bit," Tai An admitted.

The two walked side by side up the marble steps toward the location of Dean Itam.

The open classroom on the first floor.

Itam was on stage lecturing to the graduate students who stayed on campus.

The art of healing is a threshold that distinguishes geniuses. Only those who master the art of healing before the age of thirty have a chance to learn life weaving in their lifetime; otherwise, they will be stuck at this level for life.

Hua Yun's arrival attracted many eyes: "Dean, I've brought the person!"

Itam looked up and sized up Taian. He had the air of a noble young master, and the spiritual energy emanating from him was of extremely high quality. However, his appearance was too young, like a freshman who had just entered school, making him seem unreal.

It was indeed a child, not a reincarnation of a Saint-level expert, and its soul magnetic field showed no signs of decay.

Could he be a naturally gifted spellcaster with the best aptitude...?

Thinking of this, Itam's expression softened slightly: "I don't know your progress. But you can tell me your questions..."

"I have a few questions, the first being how to administer anesthesia."

"Anesthesia requires the preparation of specialized medications, and the dosage varies depending on the biological intensity. Legally purchasing these medications requires passing an anesthesiologist's exam or the exam for a formally qualified clergy member."

"Would a formal-class spellcaster work?"

"no…"

Taian then posed several more perplexing questions about life, which Itam patiently explained. Solving each problem meant avoiding many detours.

"Are you asking on behalf of your elders? Reaching this level of cultivation is truly remarkable! Keep up the good work, and you might master it in a few more years."

Tai'an smiled noncommittally. Words were too weak to explain. In order to increase the other party's attention and make it easier to ask questions when they met in the future, he walked to the potted plant next to the podium and casually picked a leaf.

As everyone was puzzled, the leaf in his hand began to grow petioles, branches, and even roots, just like a one-to-one replica.

The noisy classroom instantly fell silent, leaving everyone speechless. They suddenly realized that the boy in front of them might be a mischievous senior from the Sanctuary.

"Life weaving! You actually..." Hua Yun's voice trembled slightly.

"Don't be surprised, this is just the beginning. There's still a long way to go in your cultivation." Tai'an casually handed the newly grown potted plant to Hua Yun.

(End of this chapter)