Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

"Then let's go and talk somewhere else."

After saying this, Celie stood up and left the throne, walking to the family dining table.

After taking the no longer warm bread and the completely cold lunch box from his disciple Gut, he placed them on the table.

With a burst of magical light, the food on the table returned to an edible state.

"Please sit down and eat with me. This portion is too much for me to finish by myself."

Gut sat down with a smile, an embarrassed expression on his face.

But whether preparing so much food was intentional or accidental, and whether he had anticipated the scene of accompanying the meal, only Gutt could tell.

At the dining table, Celie cut the bread with a knife, put some dishes from the lunch box into it, took a bite, and a strange look suddenly appeared in her calm eyes.

"The food at this restaurant is delicious. Bring me some tomorrow."

"No problem." Gut nodded in agreement.

Then, like a normal teacher, Celie took advantage of the break between meals to test Gut on several issues he had recently encountered in his study of the magic book.

But to Celia's surprise, the disciple Gut answered very well.

Even through the magical expressions in the book, I realized something deeper and closer to the essence of magic.

"Your talent is even more terrifying than I expected, Gut."

"Human genius is truly an unreasonable existence."

Even Celie, who had seen countless geniuses, couldn't help but sigh.

"Teacher, actually, my talent isn't that great." Gut, who cheated with props, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "It's just that I had an epiphany last night."

"So, this is why you didn't sleep last night?"

"Yeah." Gu Te nodded. Although he was a little surprised, he could probably explain it this way.

"What humans call 'enlightenment' is merely the unleashing of latent talent. You'll experience this feeling again. It seems you were quite confident in making the [Three-Year Term] promise."

"But I'm a little more upset with you."

"Ok?"

Gu Te was stunned for a moment, "Why, teacher?"

"Shouldn't the teacher be pleased that the disciple has talent?"

"It's precisely because your talent is better than I expected that I feel even more uncomfortable seeing you waste such precious talent on such meaningless things."

Celie said somewhat glumly.

"However, disciples, decide how to spend your short lives is your business. I never interfere with your decisions, but I would feel uncomfortable doing so."

"Then teacher, you don't have to treat me like this." Gut said with a meaningful smile.

"Because I'm special, I'm going to live a long time."

"Is it."

Celia took a bite of bread and chewed it for a long time without saying anything.

This disciple named Gut was indeed special enough. She, who rarely expressed her feelings to her disciples, had unknowingly said so many words to this disciple.

Really strange.

This conversation didn't feel like one between a teacher and a student, but rather like an exchange with peers long, long ago, in the early days of Celia's memory.

Although her understanding of humans at that time was far less profound than it is now, Celie has always remembered that feeling.

The conversation Gutt was having with himself now was surprisingly similar to what it was then.

Really, this disciple in front of me.

In his heart, what does he think of himself as a teacher?

Forget it.

Anyway, I'm probably tired of listening to the conversations between disciples and teachers, so it feels nice to have such a "special" disciple to talk to me.

Also, how long can you live?

Hope so.

Before I knew it, I felt full in my stomach.

After putting the last bit of bread in her hand into her mouth, Celie finished her breakfast.

When Gut saw that the teachers had left the table, he quickened his pace and finished everything in a short while without any waste. He also cleaned up the table.

On one side of the house, Celie was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her messy hair with a comb, and casting a [magic that makes hair clean and smooth] on her long hair.

After cleaning the table, Gut did not leave. Instead, he found a stool and sat next to her, silently admiring Celie who was combing her hair.

Well, the “old thing” is cute.

After finishing her hair, Celie turned around and looked at Gut, who was still staying in her house. She wanted to order this disciple to leave, but suddenly she thought of something and asked Gut.

"Do you still train like a warrior?"

"Huh? Oh, yes."

Gut was a little surprised by Celia's sudden question, but he still answered honestly.

After all, it is a daily [daily task] that can obtain double the training effect, so Gut is reluctant to waste it.

"That's good. You wait here for me."

After saying this, Celie turned and walked towards the library. After a while, she came out with a stack of things that looked like notes.

"What is this?" Gut asked in confusion.

"This is the cultivation experience left by a former disciple of mine. He followed the same path as you."

As Celia spoke, she looked at the familiar handwriting in the notebook and couldn't help but recall the appearance and ideas of this disciple.

Find a way to make a magician as strong as a warrior?

The idea is good, but it is destined to fail.

Even if a way to use magic power to increase physical strength has been found, the requirements for magic power and physical strength are too high.

Magicians don't have that kind of physical strength, and warriors can't reach that kind of magical power.

Perhaps for the immortals, this would be a viable path, but instead of dividing their energy into two parts for cultivation, it would be better to concentrate it all on one path.

Therefore, this research was shelved for a long time after the death of his disciple.

But this special freak in front of me.

Celia could sense that this disciple Gut had found some kind of method that allowed him to simultaneously increase his magical power and physical fitness, and the speed was no slower than that of normal practice.

As a teacher, Celie would not pry into the secrets of her students, but in Gut, she saw a path that could allow the ideals of her deceased students to continue.

Therefore, Celia handed the notes to Gut and briefly introduced what kind of cultivation path this was.

After listening to the teacher's introduction, Gut accepted the ideal of his senior brother as if it were a treasure and carefully put it in his arms.

After putting it away, Gut looked at Celie and asked.

"Teacher, I've already accepted the reward. According to the procedure, shouldn't you assign me some tasks?"

Celia raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect that Gut was so aware.

"Of course."

"After the [Continental Magic Association's] assessment in [Oisaster] is over, I ask that you, as the current chief disciple, accompany me to [Holy City - Xutralu] to organize another exam there."

"You've cultivated a warrior's physique, so be prepared to be the front platoon during the journey."

"hiss--"

After teacher Celia finished her statement, Gutt took a deep breath.

"Teacher, we've finished talking about the additional rewards. What about the tasks?"

Celie: “?”

Then, after a wave of magical power, Gut's figure flew out from Celia's residence.

Chapter 22 Body Building Method

"Pap-ta-ta-ta"

After waving his hand to brush off the scattered gravel on the corner of his clothes, Gut exerted a sudden force and pulled his body out from the wall which was deeply stuck in it.

Looking back at the huge human-shaped hole left on the wall, Gut couldn't help but sigh.

"After becoming teachers, do all the elf magicians like to use this method to build their disciples into the wall?"

I never thought that what happened to Philen in the plot would be replicated by myself one day.

But fortunately, Gut's physical fitness is significantly different from that of Philen, the fragile magician.

For Philen, this level of injury would require him to recuperate in bed for a few days, but Gut just had to pat his butt and stand up.

However, the shock caused by this instantaneous magic in the hearts of the disciples remained unchanged.

Before his body flew backwards, Gut was unable to detect any spell-casting fluctuations from around Celie, not even a trace of magic power leaking out.

It's not that the casting action is hidden, but that this process does not exist at all.

It seemed that for Celie, all she needed to perform this magic was just a glance.

"You're so terrifyingly strong, Teacher Celie."

Gut came down from the wall and looked at the figure walking out of the residence in front of him, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Ah."

Celia snorted in disbelief, "It's just a small warning from the teacher to his disciple."

"Go home and rest. You need enough sleep to recover your energy after a night of enlightenment."

"Lieren and Gu Mi will be maintaining order in the exam room. You can just come here before the end of today's exam."

"Thank you, teacher."