The Peerless Tang Sect: Heavenly Heart Douluo

Chapter 235 False Magic, Real Magic (4000 words)

Countless days passed in this way until the Temple of Magicians received a report from the staff of the Great Library that Elder Ling, who was supposed to be stationed at the Great Library, was missing. Only then did they manage to find the training ground by inquiring with the Holy Son Yu Kong.

"Old Ling, what are you doing? You haven't shown up at the library for seven whole days! Do you know how chaotic the library is with looking for you?"

An old man with a red beard and hair, dressed in a magician's robe, angrily kicked open the door and walked in, his voice filled with rage.

"If that brat Yu Kong hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you, you old bastard, were hiding here!"

Judging from the medal worn on the chest of this red-haired old man, he is also an elder of the Mage Temple, possessing the powerful strength of the ninth rank. This is the law enforcement elder of the Mage Temple, with a powerful strength of 300,000 spiritual power.

As the door burst open, the red-haired old man froze, for in his eyes, he saw that this training room, which was originally only used by seventh and eighth-level mages to train and test their magic, was now densely filled with all kinds of magic arrays.

At the same time, although these magic arrays were operating in an orderly manner, he could not sense the participation of elemental spirits in the environment. However, the level of these spells was not high. Although there were a large number of them, the highest level was only level three magic.

The one referred to as Old Ling by the red-haired elder was also the temple elder who oversaw the Great Library, a powerful figure with approximately 170,000 spiritual power.

At this moment, he was frantically using his mental and magical powers to inscribe magic circles in space, while tightly gripping a thin notebook in his right hand.

"No, no, that's not it, it's still a little short. Right, right, why didn't we think of that at the beginning?" Old Ling mumbled incoherently as he sculpted.

Every moment, several magic circles formed in the air with the help of elemental spirits, only to collapse. After collapsing, they would retain Old Ling's spiritual power and magic power, forming new magic circle structures.

And so the cycle continues: Level 1 magic, Level 2 magic, Level 3 magic.

By using several basic, either identical or different, first-level spells as the underlying logic, arranging and combining them together creates a brand new second-level spell. The effect of this second-level spell is determined by the first-level spells involved in the combination.

The same applies to third-level magic, which is built upon a larger base of first-level magic, resulting in an even larger number of basic magic arrays that are also more complex.

Its complexity far exceeds that of the first, second, and third level magic that ordinary magicians practice and learn.

Without exception, these newly formed magic arrays no longer needed the help of elemental spirits; they could forcibly purify and control the elements in the environment simply by arranging and combining mental and magical power.

This allows them to arrange themselves according to the spellcaster's wishes, forming the desired effect based on the magic circle. At this moment, the red-haired old man seemed to hear the painful and helpless wails of the elemental spirits in the air.

"What, what is this, Lao Ling? Stop it! What are you doing? Calm down!" Hundreds of fireballs appeared around the red-haired old man.

At this moment, the crazed Old Ling frightened even the red-haired elder. In his eyes, Old Ling had probably researched some forbidden magic and had gone mad.

Therefore, his attack was aimed directly at Lao Ling. However, these fire-attribute spells were not high-level, only level four. They were just numerous and appeared particularly terrifying under the resonance of the elemental spirits.

As a mage with a fragile body, even with the strength of the ninth rank, being hit head-on by this attack would likely result in some minor injuries. In the red-haired old man's view, this was enough to wake up the old Ling who had gone astray.

In the past, with nearly twice the cultivation level of his opponent and by launching an attack when the opponent was caught off guard, the red-haired elder would undoubtedly have been able to suppress Lao Ling. However, things are different now.

"Xiao Kong, what did that kid call this in his notebook again? Shaping. Yes, shaping!"

"Hahaha, this is true magic! Creating elemental energy, not invoking elemental spirits! This is what he meant by a true magician!"

Suddenly, Old Ling burst into maniacal laughter, seemingly oblivious to the barrage of fireballs that were hurtling towards him, but it was merely a thought in his mind.

Then, the numerous level-three magic arrays scattered throughout the room began to disassemble, arrange, and reassemble.

A level four magic array, composed of tiny level one magic arrays pieced together, blocked the incoming level four fire magic.

Normally, even if it's a spell of the same level, such a large protective area means that its protective strength must be weak, not to mention that I'm using more than one level four spell.

The red-haired old man sneered, "Hmph, let Old Ling calm down first, then you can come with me to explain to the Palace Master what exactly you were doing."

Before the confident red-haired elder could finish speaking, the level four magic array failed to stop any of the level four fire attribute magic orbs, allowing them to pass right through.

It didn't even cause the slightest weakening: "Strange, isn't this supposed to be defensive magic? But there's no sign of elemental attack either, so what's the use of this magic circle?"

But then, the hundreds of level-four fire-attribute magic orbs that were flying towards Old Ling turned around and flew towards the red-haired old man. Only then did the red-haired old man realize that the elemental spirits he had been controlling seemed to have lost their response.

"How is this possible? What happened?" The red-haired old man stared wide-eyed at everything before him in disbelief.

Then, the hundreds of level-four fire attribute magic orbs passed through the magic array again and then gathered together. The hundreds of level-four fire attribute magic orbs condensed into a single fire attribute magic orb with the same volume, but this magic orb was extremely solid.

A large amount of fire element was firmly sealed within this small fireball, which was no bigger than a fist. At this moment, the energy contained in this inconspicuous fireball could not be ignored.

"Damn, you're really here, kid!" Before he could cast a high-level spell, the red-haired old man quickly retreated, and at the same time, several barriers composed of wind and fire elements appeared in front of him.

This is a level six fusion magic, a fire wall spell that uses wind element to amplify and transform. It is also the red-haired old man's unique magic, and its power far exceeds that of an ordinary level three fire wall spell. At the same time, it can flexibly control its coverage area.

Although the wind element can amplify the fire element's abilities, it can even have a supporting effect on the fireballs that the opponent throws back.

However, with proper control, one's own fire element should be able to counteract the opponent's fire element, thus prematurely detonating the energy contained within the compressed fireball.

By controlling the wind element, one can likely regain control of the fire element and blow it back, thus regaining the initiative.

Although the plan was very ambitious, and according to the thinking of a normal mage, it was indeed very promising. After all, once the magic was activated, the elemental spirits that originally controlled the spell would lose control, and then it would be a matter of who could seize the initiative.

Unfortunately, the red-haired old man misjudged the power of the fireball, and he also underestimated Old Ling's control over it.

Although it passed through the wall of fire, the terrifying fireball was not detonated, and even the energy it contained was almost completely absorbed.

Through the stacking of layers of magic arrays, the level of energy contained within this object is comparable to that of the Vulcan Finger, an eighth-tier magic, in terms of elemental energy within a similar volume.

It should be noted that although this fireball is small in size, the energy it contains is condensed and concentrated enough. Moreover, eighth-order magic is already considered high-level magic, and even ninth-order mages need some time to prepare it.

Although this time was short, the battle had only lasted for a few breaths. The red-haired old man, caught off guard by the counterattack, had no chance to cast a corresponding spell to resist.

boom!

A terrifying explosion rang out, and even the training room, built with special materials and extremely sturdy, was blown apart by the force of the blast.

Meanwhile, a large number of staff members from the Temple of Mages rushed over to see what had happened, and the Temple Elder in charge of the training grounds had also arrived.

A warm light shone down, and the once magnificent magic robe on the red-haired old man was completely ruined. If he hadn't been wearing a piece of high-quality magic equipment underneath his robe, he might have been in more than just a sorry state.

"Thanks, Lao Jiang. Cough cough, I don't know what's wrong with Lao Ling."

The red-haired old man quickly retreated to heal the injuries caused by the aftershocks of the explosion, while also trying to cover up his current disheveled appearance.

At this moment, a ninth-tier mage radiating a luminous aura nodded to the red-haired elder, then looked into the training room, which had been breached by the explosion.

Old Ling continued to inscribe arrays as if possessed, completely ignoring the discussions of the crowd and the impact of the explosion.

"This doesn't seem like an ordinary situation. You should go and find the Palace Master first. I'll stay here and watch over Old Ling. As for the rest of you, you can disperse for now."

The gentle voice of the ninth-tier mage, radiating an aura of light, resounded throughout the entire arena.

Although the mages in the training ground were also curious about what was happening, they were pressured by the elders and quickly dispersed to do their own things.

At this moment, the red-haired old man, who had changed back into a mage's robe, arrived late with the temple master of the mage's sanctuary.

"Jiang Chen, what's going on?" The Temple Master of the Mage Temple frowned and asked when he saw the messy scene.

Jiang Chen, the ninth-tier mage radiating an aura of light, glanced at the red-haired old man and then realized that the man must not have told the Temple Master of the Mage Temple about the situation here.

With a sigh, he said helplessly to the red-haired old man, "Old Huo, you should tell the Palace Master. I don't know what happened here either."

The red-haired old man scratched his head awkwardly, and then gave a brief account of how he had been entrusted by the people of the Great Library to find Elder Ling, and how he had fought with him in the training room and been defeated.

Upon hearing this, the Temple Master of the Mage Temple nodded thoughtfully, watching Old Ling continuously inscribe magic circles in the training room.

Even someone as powerful as him, a current mage with 750,000 spiritual power, standing at the pinnacle of existence, could only understand the general outline.

"Interesting. You're saying that Old Ling's change only happened after he and that kid Yu Kong came here?" the Temple Master of the Mage Temple asked with great interest.

Although he had taken Yu Kong in as a holy son of the Mage Temple because he valued Yu Kong's talent, he had always adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards Yu Kong, only granting him unrestricted access to the resources of the Mage Temple.

After all, he knew that geniuses don't need too many constraints. Even high-level magic and forbidden spells that are difficult for others to master may be just very simple things in the eyes of a true genius.

Because he was once a genius in the eyes of everyone, otherwise he would not have been able to become the temple master of the Magician's Temple.

"The one who tied the knot must untie it. Go and call that kid Yu Kong over. Let him tell us what's going on." The Temple Master of the Mage Temple said, stroking his gray beard.

Soon, Yu Kong received the notification and arrived here alone; the staff member who had been responsible for notifying him did not come along.

Using spatial magic, Yu Kong directly traversed space to arrive here, with a sixth-tier magic book floating beside him, which he was constantly flipping through.

"Old man, what do you want?" Yu Kong asked without even looking up as soon as he arrived.

"You little rascal." The Temple Master of the Mage Temple chuckled, not particularly bothered. After all, geniuses always have privileges, and with Yu Kong's talent, he wouldn't mind giving him even more.

"Do you know what's wrong with Xiao Lingzi? I heard it's because you've gone mad with qi."

Upon hearing this, Yu Kong, whether having finished reading the book in his hand or having other thoughts, waved his hand lightly, and the sixth-order magic book disappeared into space. Only then did he raise his head, open his eyes, and look in the direction of Old Ling.

"His own mental strength is too weak to simultaneously control magic and deconstruct magic circles. He was too engrossed in his own thoughts. What does that have to do with me? Don't try to pin all the blame on me."

"Aside from blowing up the first floor of the main library once, I haven't caused any other trouble."

Upon hearing this, the Temple Master of the Mage Temple twitched at the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of some unbearable past events, but in the end he still spoke.

"But no matter what, you're the one who caused Xiao Lingzi's condition, so you have to fix him up, otherwise I can't let you stay in the big library any longer."

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