Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

After dinner, Wang Yi chatted with Qi Xiaohao for a while at his house. By the time he returned home, it was already dark.

After a long absence, Wang Yi lay down on the bed in the bedroom, cleared his mind, and dozed off for about ten minutes. Then, with a somersault, he came back to the living room on the first floor.

Wang Yi had already moved all the furniture in the living room, including the sofa and coffee table, to a corner.

Although it wasn't very attractive, Wang Yi didn't have many guests besides Qi Xiaohao who occasionally visited, so he didn't care.

The space freed up, while not comparable to the training rooms of the Martial Arts Training Hall, was still just enough for Wang Yi's daily training.

Wang Yi also wanted to have a spacious underground training room like Qi Xiaohao's, and then report it to the relevant departments so that it could be used for practicing combat and studying magic in the future.

However, he was short of money and had to make do for now. In any case, he could only use rare-grade magic at the moment, so he wasn't afraid of triggering the magic monitoring network.

As the saying goes, "Diligence leads to mastery, while idleness leads to ruin." In Lingnan Shaqiao, in order to face the magical beasts that could appear at any time, Wang Yi needed to maintain as much physical strength and magical power as possible, so he had not been training.

Now that I'm back, I naturally need to catch up on all the training I've missed.

From magic training to combat practice, Wang Yi continued cultivating until nearly 1 a.m.

After washing away the sweat, Wang Yi returned to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day at eight o'clock, which is the weekend.

After getting up, Wang Yi first went to Qi Xiaohao's house for a meal, and then Xu Jun drove them to a villa in the city center.

On the way, he bought some gifts and then stopped to pick up Hu Lili.

After arriving at their destination around 9:00 AM, Xu Jun parked his car and waited, while Hu Lili stepped forward first and rang the doorbell.

A melodious and cheerful tune began to play, and soon the door was opened.

Hu Lili greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Teacher Zhang."

"Good morning, Director!" Wang Yi and Qi Xiaohao, standing behind Hu Lili, also called out in unison.

Zhang Miaoyi, dressed in a light yellow loungewear, nodded to the three of them and then greeted them, "Come in, your homeroom teacher has already arrived."

After changing their shoes in the entryway, the three entered the living room and placed the gifts they were carrying in a corner.

"Hey, you're here, why did you bring anything?"

A head popped out from the burgundy single rocking sofa, followed by Bai Yu's feigned surprise.

She nestled lazily in the soft cushions of the rocking chair, her right leg curled up over her left calf, her ankle twitching constantly, while she sipped a blue beverage with a straw in her hand.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation," Qi Xiaohao replied with a smile. "Thank you for treating us, Director. This is barely a fraction of what you would earn from your services."

The gifts that Wang Yi and his companions brought were indeed not expensive; they were just ordinary fruits and drinks, costing only a few hundred yuan.

It wasn't that Qi Xiaohao was unwilling to spend money, nor was it because he was afraid of the risk of bribing the teacher.

If it were up to Qi Xiaohao's usual style, he could have easily moved half of the gift shop over to Zhang Miaoyi.

However, this time it wasn't just him and Wang Yi who came; Hu Lili accompanied them as well.

The gifts that everyone buys shouldn't be too different.

The reason Wang Yi and the other two came was because Bai Yu asked Zhang Miaoyi to remove their scars.

Their remaining injuries were completely healed by military doctors in the Lingnan Military Region, so Jiang Yue, Wang Jiang, and Chen Zhengkai were not prepared to come.

Of course, Wang Yi didn't care about the scars on his body. He was only dragged along by Qi Xiaohao because the three scars on his face were too obvious.

The three of them sat in the living room for a short while before Zhang Miaoyi changed into a white lab coat and led them to the basement.

Upon opening the door, Zhang Miaoyi had surprisingly built an operating room there.

"Director, isn't scar removal just a matter of casting a spell? Why do we need to go into the operating room?" Qi Xiaohao suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

While making preoperative preparations, Zhang Miaoyi explained:

"Scar tissue is caused by the misalignment or even proliferation of dermal fibroblasts after a wound has healed. A healed wound is part of your body, and there is no magic that can make your scar fall off."

However, some powerful legendary-grade healing spells can perfectly rearrange your fibrous cells while healing wounds, so that no scars are visible after the wound has healed.

"But our wounds have already healed." Qi Xiaohao was initially confused, then his eyes widened. "We can't possibly..."

A devilish smile crept across Zhang Miaoyi's lips: "If there's no wound, then create one. It's like scraping the bone to remove poison, cutting flesh to remove scars—simple, efficient, and you can leave immediately."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaohao suddenly turned around and rationally analyzed, "Brother E, it's okay if I have some scars. For a man, scars are badges of honor."

He was somewhat scared. Getting injured at Lingnan Shaqiao was one thing, but now cutting off flesh to remove the scar was another.

"At least remove the scars on your face, they're really unsightly." Wang Yi watched the show with a smile, since he wasn't the one getting stabbed.

The three scars on Qi Xiaohao's face were left by the Red Fire Fox. They start two fingers below his cheekbone and extend diagonally to his jaw, and are indeed quite noticeable.

Although Hu Lili was also a little scared, she found it harder to accept the scars on her body than the pain of having her flesh cut off.

"Um, Director, shouldn't we have anesthesia?" Qi Xiaohao coughed and then asked.

"What, do I have to go and get you an anesthesiologist?" Zhang Miaoyi took out a sharp scalpel from the instrument box, its blade gleaming coldly.

"No need, no need, real men never need anesthesia." Qi Xiaohao chuckled awkwardly, his face bearing a look of resignation, and stepped into the operating room.

"Stop, don't come in." Zhang Miaoyi took a wad of gauze and walked out of the operating room with the instrument box. "There's no need to pursue a sterile environment for such a small area on your face. Don't come into my operating room, so I don't have to do disinfection afterwards."

"Here you go." Zhang Miaoyi handed the gauze to Qi Xiaohao, then went to get two glasses, and then held her breath and concentrated to release the magic.

A bright green light appeared in the glass, then the light disappeared, and half a glass of crystal-clear liquid appeared out of thin air.

Legendary-grade healing magic, the source of life.

Zhang Miaoyi handed the two cups of "Life Source" to Qi Xiaohao and Hu Lili, then said, "Drink them."

Wang Yi stared at the life-giving fountain in the cup, opened his mouth, and desperately wanted to ask, "Director Zhang... what is the price?"

Fortunately, at the last moment, Wang Yi managed to hold it in.

Qi Xiaohao and Hu Lili obediently took the cups and drank them down in one gulp.

"What does it taste like?" Wang Yi asked curiously from the side. It was the first time he had ever seen such medical magic, which actually required the person being treated to drink it voluntarily.

Qi Xiaohao held the empty glass, smacking his lips: "Not sweet, not bitter, not salty, not spicy, it has no taste at all."