Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 21 Encountering Demons

"No wonder you can achieve the Star Track with a single thought; this technique can indeed save a lot of mental energy in theory."

Old Xue had a knowing look on his face, but there was something more to his words than met the eye; theoretically, this term is rather abstract.

Zhou Min and Xu Zhaoting were completely clueless, listening once but seemingly not having heard at all, while Mu Bai appeared thoughtful.

Old Zhang nodded in agreement with Old Xue's statement.

Most people can control their star state for three to five hours, which depends on the depth of their meditation and their willpower.

The actual time available for action may be reduced by half, and if willpower is lacking, it may be reduced by another half.

Because of ineffective control, mental energy will be wasted.

Just like herding sheep to a fixed point in order to unleash magic, that's the process.

Old Xue glanced at Wang Teng with sharp eyes, thinking to himself that this guy had only scratched the surface and hadn't mentioned the core issues at all.

That considerable amount of mental energy was indeed wasted, but how to avoid wasting it, how to do it, and how to control the star points—these details were not explained at all.

At most, they were given a suggestion to meditate, to compare meditation with their usual routine, so that they could see the difference.

This is why he used the word "theoretically," because in his understanding, it is impossible for a person to meditate 24 hours a day and do nothing.

That's unrealistic, and no one can do it. Everyone has a job, needs to earn money, and is busy with this and that, which takes up a lot of energy.

The school has always suggested practicing for a few hours after dinner. Beyond that, it depends on personal effort, wisdom, and talent.

People like Wang Teng can be categorized as having innate talent.

He must have more specific operational methods, and they must be feasible.

Otherwise, the amount of mental energy required to train to the point of "One Thought Star Track" would be enormous, which would be even more absurd.

But it was really inappropriate for him to ask that question. Even he couldn't bear to reveal such technical knowledge. Giving a point of view or direction was already quite good.

Therefore, he didn't ask any more questions, as that would be extremely impolite, and Wang Teng had no obligation to answer his questions.

Although he knew everything about it, at least three people in the audience listened in vain.

"Hey~ Can you stop with the cryptic language? Old Wang, can you speak to me in a way I can understand?"

"I can understand each word you say individually, but when they're put together, I don't understand a single sentence."

"Come on, let's have one!"

Xu Zhaoting was slightly irritated, his face was flushed, and he was about to clink glasses with Wang Teng while holding his white wine.

drink wine?

Wang Teng decisively picked up the bottle and filled the old man's glass, going from half a glass to a full glass, and then filled his own glass as well.

Xu Zhaoting looked at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes flickered, and then he firmly extended it to Wang Teng.

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

Seeing this, Mu Bai immediately exclaimed, "Impressive drinking capacity!"

Then, seeing their empty glasses, he picked up the bottle and refilled them both with a genuine smile.

She was also secretly hoping that Wang Teng would talk more after getting drunk.

In fact, Wang Teng is doing better than him, since he still needs to rely on the Mu family, but he doesn't receive many resources.

Wang Teng, on the other hand, has a fixed income every month and is free from constraints, which is really incomparable.

"Everyone, eat your food, don't just drink alcohol, you'll get drunk easily. There's so much seafood, eat more and don't waste it."

Old Zhang urged them to quickly eat some seafood, saying that they had worked so hard and shouldn't waste it, while also interrupting their conversation.

It wasn't the last day yet, and he didn't want Wang Teng to reveal those things.

What if, what if the students in Class 8 learn it and it increases the number of students who can cast magic? Wouldn't he be devastated?

Zhou Min looked regretful as she picked up a large shrimp from the hot pot and put it in her bowl. She was still waiting for Wang Teng's reply.

As night fell, and with Lao Zhang's deliberate interference, Wang Teng failed to utter any substantial information until the end of dinner.

Lao Xue and Lao Zhang are naturally shrewd people. Wang Teng provided the direction, and they can use their rich experience to deduce some operations, which are quite feasible.

How much they can accomplish, and to what extent, depends on their own abilities.

To be honest, they had paid attention to the points Wang Teng mentioned before, but they hadn't really given them much thought or studied them in depth.

Now it's different. With a living, breathing success story, the significance is completely different.

They can confidently delve into their research without worrying about losing direction or experiencing no return on their efforts.

After all, this involves mental strength, which is of great help even to them.

"Xu Zhaoting, are you able to go back by yourself?" Wang Jianguo saw them out.

Xu Zhaoting, in particular, had drunk a bit too much, and now the effects were kicking in, making him look unsteady on his feet.

"No problem, I can just call a taxi. It's not too late now."

Xu Zhaoting swayed slightly, took out his phone, and started placing an order for a car, his movements very practiced.

"Since there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Wang Teng rode over on his electric scooter. Seeing that Xu Zhaoting seemed alright and Lao Zhang was there too, he figured there was no need for him to stay.

"Okay, you can go now."

"I'll keep an eye on him," Old Zhang said, indicating that he could go back.

Wang Teng nodded in response, then sped off on his electric scooter, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"This guy drives a little electric scooter like he's driving a sports car."

As Old Zhang watched this scene, his dead memories began to resurface; he used to love racing cars back then.

Wang Teng rode his electric scooter without even turning on the headlights. Bathed in moonlight, he moved as smoothly as a dragon through the crowds and traffic.

Controlling it with the power of a warrior-level demon would make this incredibly easy for him; he could even run faster if he got out of the car.

In just ten minutes, Wang Teng left the bustling city center and arrived near the safety barrier of the old town.

Perhaps his actions were too flamboyant, even the demons couldn't stand it.

As he was crossing a bridge, a dark figure suddenly darted out from the shadowy area beside him and attacked him.

Wang Teng's body tensed instinctively, and with the help of the electric scooter, he jumped up and quickly suspended in mid-air.

With a sharp look, he saw the dark figure clearly: a large rat with bloodshot eyes, bigger than a dog, but with an even more exaggerated jumping ability.

"Bloodthirsty Demon Rat!"

"Steel Fist!"

Wang Teng clenched his fist, channeling his inner energy, and slammed it into the enormous rat's head.

Click click click...

With a series of bone-shattering sounds, the bloodthirsty demon rat, which had been shot at, was thrown backward at a right angle and fell off the bridge.

bang~

The bloodthirsty demon rat made a muffled sound on the cement bridge surface, its head shattered into pieces, and its body bounced heavily twice before lying flat.

"Huh? It exploded with essence?"

After landing, Wang Teng's eyes lit up as he watched a bright green dot emerge from the corpse of the bloodthirsty demon rat beneath his feet.

With a slight mental pull, the essence floated into his hand.

"This thing seems to be worth quite a bit!"

"Let me share this with a friend first!"

Wang Teng took out his phone, opened WeChat, clicked on his friend Tang Yue, then turned on the camera and took a picture of the demon's corpse and the spirit in his hand, immediately sending it over along with his location.

"Hmm? Can't you capture the essence?"

"It must be my magical talent, coupled with my strong mental power, that allows me to observe the spirit. Cell phones don't have this function."

(End of this chapter)