Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In order to break through to the second ring, he has been in seclusion in the cultivation room during this period, and has rarely given guidance to the two.

Lynn's gaze swept over the two of them, and his [Analysis] instinctively activated, instantly capturing their current cultivation state.

"Baal," he said, his voice unusually gentle.

"At the junction of your exoskeleton and body, the thirteenth and seventeenth energy nodes are not flowing smoothly, and there is a slight energy stagnation."

"Try to use your magical powers to slowly cleanse these two areas during meditation, making the energy channels between the spurs and the original bones smoother."

"Furthermore, in your imitation of the 'Instant Step Thrust,' the connection between the power generation from your waist and abdomen and the leg push-off is a fraction of a breath slower. This will be a fatal flaw in a life-or-death struggle."

"Go to the training ground, I'll demonstrate once."

Baal was both surprised and delighted, never expecting that his mentor would personally guide his cultivation today.

He quickly jotted down the key points and ran to the training ground.

Lynn then looked at Arya.

"Your soul manipulation has improved rapidly, but when weaving 'spiritual threads' for multi-target perception, you are already at the limit of multitasking, and the stability of the third thread is insufficient."

"Your problem is not the total amount of mental energy, but the lack of smoothness in the allocation and switching of 'consciousness threads'."

"These are some of my basic insights about fine-tuning the structure of the soul; you can refer to them."

With that, he flicked his fingertip, and a point of light condensed with soul knowledge flew into Arya's brow.

Arya felt a sudden jolt in her mind, as a great deal of knowledge was suddenly added to her brain.

In the collision of knowledge, countless brilliant ideas emerge, and many previously obscure points suddenly become clear.

She bowed deeply, her voice filled with unspeakable emotion: "Thank you... thank you, mentor!"

...

Night fell silent in the fortress, save for the faint sounds of undead activity deep within the mine.

Lynn was not meditating in the training room; he was currently consolidating his realm and organizing his surging power in his own room.

At that moment, light footsteps stopped outside the door.

Arya's voice rang out, softer than usual, with a hint of barely perceptible tension:

"Mentor, it is I. The seventh branch in the northwest corner of the mine detected abnormal energy ripples this afternoon. The frequency of the fluctuations is slightly different from the usual Styx seepage. I wanted to report this to you."

"Come in." Lynn opened his eyes, a fleeting glint of starlight in them.

Abnormal energy ripples?

Now the entire mine is under its surveillance, and the seventh branch is no exception.

Although there were occasional fluctuations there, they did not reach a level that required vigilance.

But sensing Arya's condition outside the door, Lynn understood something.

It turns out they've come to bring warmth...

Arya pushed open the door and entered.

Unusually, she didn't wear her usual elegant apprentice robe, but instead changed into a light, dark purple nightgown that accentuated her figure.

Her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and her skin appeared even whiter under the dim light of the Soul Lamp.

She held a piece of parchment in her hand that recorded energy, but her gaze was somewhat evasive.

Lynn seemed oblivious to the change in her, her expression remaining calm.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Arya's eyes, but she quickly reported the abnormal energy situation and then placed the parchment on the table beside her.

Then, instead of immediately taking her leave as usual, she stood there, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

The room was quiet for a moment, with only the faint crackling sound of the burning soul lamp.

Seeing that Lynn made no move, Arya could only speak timidly.

"Mother... When the family sent me here, they hoped that I could... bear a child for you, my mentor."

Arya's voice was low, almost a whisper, but her tone was incredibly firm.

"They say that the descendants of formal wizards have a very high probability of possessing wizarding talent, and with your talent... your descendants will surely have astonishing abilities. This... this is the family's mission."

She raised her head, her eyes reflecting the light of the soul lamp, and there was something deeper than just nervousness in them.

"But these past three years... I've managed the mines, prepared meals for you, watched you train, fight, and guide us... I truly admire you, Master."

"Not just because of your strength, but also because of... you as a person."

"My excuse for coming tonight is that I... I came of my own accord."

Lynn listened quietly.

Having spent these past few years together, I've watched Arya "grow up" little by little, so I'm naturally clear about her feelings.

But Lynn wasn't driven by lust, and she didn't want to focus her attention on romance.

He has higher aspirations.

Her initial motivation was the family mission, but at this moment, the girlish feelings mixed with that "reverence" are also genuine.

He looked at her eyelashes, which trembled slightly with nervousness. Her delicate face appeared somewhat fragile in the dim light, but there was a stubbornness deep in her eyes.

Memories of the past three years flashed through my mind.

Should we refuse? It seems unnecessary.

He had just advanced to a higher level, experiencing a leap in his life's dimension. Feeling refreshed, he also needed some... relaxation.

From my previous life lying in a hospital bed to my transmigration into this world, it's been over ten years since I last vented my frustrations...

Hmm... Hopefully, Arya can withstand the test of her skills honed over the past ten years...

More importantly, he was indeed interested in studying the genetic characteristics of the bloodlines of formal wizards.

Arya's soul talent is above average, which is quite compatible with her innate superior soul talent, and her personality is also quite to his liking.

They are a qualified choice as test samples and bloodline providers.

As for relationships...

He pursues the unity of all things, the pinnacle of truth; romantic love is too extravagant and easily becomes a hindrance.

He certainly didn't want an enemy to one day grab Arya by the neck and threaten him, "Commit suicide, or I'll strangle you..."

Of course, when that time really comes, Lynn will only choose to give Arya a grand funeral...

"My path lies in the unity of all things, and in climbing to the summit." Lynn's voice was calm and undisturbed.

"I have neither the inclination nor the time to indulge in ordinary love."

The light in Arya's eyes dimmed slightly, and her body stiffened a little.

Did you finally muster up the courage, only to be rejected anyway?

"However," Lynn's tone shifted slightly, his gaze landing on her, "leaving behind a bloodline... isn't necessarily a bad thing..."

Arya looked up abruptly, her eyes shining again with a mixture of surprise, shyness, and indescribable emotions.

She took a step forward, but then seemed somewhat at a loss.

She only knew she had to offer herself, but as for how to do it... nobody taught her...

Just then, an invisible force gently lifted her up and then placed her in Lynn's arms.

Lynn didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

The warm touch on her fingertips and the faint fragrance emanating from her body made Lynn a little excited.

Lynn gently removed the thin purple nightgown and leaned down to take a deep breath.

Mmm...smells good!

(Ten thousand words omitted here...)