Full-Time Magister: The Ruler of Wind and Rain

The first semester was quickly coming to an end, which meant that Wang Yu's access to the school's magic practice field would be temporarily frozen, much to his slight regret. He had been learning wind magic for about a month, and during that time, Wang Yu had mainly focused on practicing its application, while devoting most of his time to meditation and mastering water magic. He was working very hard in order to be able to use his second element as soon as possible.

However, this does not mean that progress in wind magic has stopped. On the contrary, thanks to the wind magic training notes of Zhan Kong, the leader of the Bo City army whom we have not yet met in this timeline, the techniques for connecting star points, releasing skills, and even avoiding crashing into obstacles after the wind path goes out of control are very practical. This has allowed Wang Yu's magic release success rate to quickly increase from around 30% when he first awakened to over 90%, which is a qualitative leap for a typical beginner mage.

Wang Yu has now mastered the technique of redirecting wind trajectories and is practicing placing them under his opponent's feet to make him crash into a wall. Although he doesn't know how high-level, fully-trained Void Slashers invented these insidious techniques, it doesn't stop Wang Yu from eagerly learning. The biggest obstacle hindering his practice of wind magic is the meager magical energy in his stardust. When he's in poor condition, casting two wind trajectories a day leaves him exhausted; even in better condition, he can only manage three. If he could allocate more of his meditation time to wind magic, his magical energy output should increase significantly. However, as a mage, he can't be too biased; he still has his water-type concubines to pamper. After all, most novice mages in the world don't have this kind of time allocation difficulty.

Speaking of time management, we can't help but mention Mo Fan, who was considered a poor student by his teachers. Actually, he had quite good talent for cultivation and also had a similar cheat code to Wang Yu that increased his ability to control time (although the stats weren't as high as Wang Yu's). He had almost mastered lightning magic in a semester, but unfortunately, the magic he displayed was fire magic. He hadn't mastered a single star, so wasn't he practically trash?

In short, Wang Yu was finally about to leave the school gates he hadn't seen in so long. The teachers assigned winter break homework: continued meditation and intensified practice. Everyone went home to their own families. Wang Yu, too, took the No. 11 bus, swaying all the way back to the orphanage where the mere thought of its name made him uneasy. On the way, with nothing to do, he devoted most of his energy to indulging in the pleasures of the Water Concubine, who had once been banished to the cold palace.

Whether it was the experience of being banished to the cold palace that truly wounded Consort Shui, or simply her inherently aloof nature, Consort Shui always gave off a more unapproachable vibe than Empress Feng. But there's not much difference between being a mage and a sycophant playing a sword demon; as long as one is willing to lower oneself and continuously supply spiritual energy, even the most aloof water-type consort can be slowly moved. For example, right now, Wang Yu has already mastered the second water-type star, and victory with the third is in sight.

Just then, Wang Yu's control was interrupted by a commotion: "Er Gouzi, I think you're getting bolder and bolder. You haven't paid your protection money for a week. Do you still want this business?"

Wang Yu's consciousness instantly returned to his body. He squinted slightly to his left and saw three young men with cigarettes dangling from their lips, blocking Xu Eryu, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy from the orphanage, at the alley entrance. The tricycle Xu Eryu was riding was the same one Wang Yu had used to sell jianbing (Chinese crepes) in Bocheng last summer. Wang Yu had searched the orphanage and found that only Xu Eryu seemed to have learned the jianbing technique well enough to make a decent crepe, unlike some who looked like undercover cops. So, Wang Yu left him his tricycle, hoping he could earn some pocket money and support himself, making his life a little better. He never expected to see this scene.

It seemed that Xu Eryu had been putting up with these thugs for a while. He kept bowing his head and apologizing to the three men, but he couldn't avoid getting slapped a few times. The thugs were shouting that he was doing them a favor by charging protection money to the orphans.

Unfortunately, those blind fools had no chance to see how coldly Wang Yu looked at them.

"Wind Track - Speeding Up!"

A blue wind surged in from all directions, converging into a high-speed track composed of wind elements. Three ungrateful young men, caught off guard, were instantly pulled to the ground by the wind, crashing into a tangled mess before slamming into a brick wall in a haphazard manner.

With a muffled thud, the inelastic collision between the man and the brick wall kicked up a cloud of dust. The surging wind then dispersed the dust, revealing three people stacked together in a bizarre shape. Their exposed hands and feet were bent into strange curves where there were no joints.

But Wang Yu clearly had no intention of giving up. He patted Xu Eryu's head and pulled out a useful steel bar from the familiar pancake stall. He had originally picked it up from an abandoned construction site to support a sunshade, but he hadn't estimated the length properly; it was only 80 centimeters long, which was too short. However, for self-defense, Wang Yu had always kept it in the back of his tricycle. Later, he handed it over to Xu Eryu. He never expected that he would use it again today, even though he had become a good student (question mark).

As Wang Yu carried the steel bars toward the three people, he couldn't help but recall a line from a Dragon Raja novel he had read in his youth, a line that had left a deep impression on him.

"The old folks often spout nonsense, but they're right about one thing. They say that God created a world that is fair and just, and if someone makes a mistake, they should pay the price—a broken hand if necessary, a broken leg if necessary. If someone makes a mistake and doesn't pay the price, then who will believe in God's glory!"

That's what he thought, and that's what he said. So, the mass on the ground quickly disintegrated. The one with the severed hand used his other hand to support himself and tried to run away. The two with the severed legs helped each other up, howling in pain as they crawled away like two wild dogs.

But Wang Yu simply carried the steel bar upside down and walked slowly behind, quickly catching up with the two stray dogs crawling on the ground. "Eryu, how do these two usually bully you?"

"This, this, every time I encounter it, they throw stones at me." Xu Eryu's voice trembled slightly, clearly still shaken from witnessing magic firsthand.

"Oh, looks like it's time to break its hand." Wang Yu said, then smashed the stray dog's left hand hard. The sound of bones shattering and a howl of pain rang out. "Considering you already have a broken leg, I'll spare its hand. Er Yu, next!"

Xu Eryu was overjoyed at finally getting revenge, and his excitement almost overshadowed his nervousness. "Yu, Brother Yu, that guy robbed me of my money and hit me with a baseball bat."

"Hmm, this is an even bigger mistake than the last one. Well then, let's use both hands."

"No, no! Big brother, please let me go, please let me go, I'll do anything!!!"

He smashed the person twice with simple, brutal force, and cries of pain filled the air, but Wang Yu ignored them and walked towards the last person.