Free Web NovelDu Sixian woke up very early. It was still dark when she got up, so she simply tried practicing Red Flame Flash in her room again while waiting for the sun to rise.
Unlike yesterday when she had no clue, with the successful precedent of casting the Spell in her dream, she succeeded after just one try.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!"
Raising her arm, chanting the Spell, interrupting the Spell, slightly adjusting her breathing... Du Sixian repeated the process of casting the Spell several times. Only after she was dripping with sweat and confirmed that she had truly mastered Red Flame Flash did she stop.
Immediately after, she untied her sleepwear, letting it fall from her body. Her toned muscles and smooth skin were covered in tiny beads of sweat.
Having taken off her sleepwear, she murmured to herself, "I must report to Sister Qing that I've mastered Red Flame Flash. As for that advanced Spell and the mysterious person... I need to test the waters first." She walked towards the bathroom.
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By the time Du Sixian finished washing up, the sky was already showing the first hint of dawn.
She changed into a lace-trimmed denim skirt and a small jacket, sat at her desk, opened her computer, and briefly replied to her few loyal fans about why she hadn't updated her videos recently, while also hinting at a big surprise to come.
After everything was done, she reluctantly left her room, walked through Peony Street, which was bright and cheerful in the early morning, and just as she was about to enter the gate of the Night Watch, she ran into An Qing.
"Oh? You're quite early, aren't you? Are you here to practice Spells?" An Qing smiled and said to Du Sixian, "Actually, you don't need to work so hard, after all... learning a Spell isn't something that happens overnight."
An Qing was telling the truth. According to statistics from Night Watch branches across Z Country, the average time it takes for a beginner to master a standard Spell is between eight and twelve days.
She had wanted to tell Du Sixian this yesterday, but seeing her so serious and hardworking, she didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm too early.
"Sister Qing, actually, I practiced again when I got back last night..."
An Qing's red lips parted slightly, ready to scold Du Sixian for secretly practicing Spells after exhausting her Spiritual Energy and without supervision, but she paused slightly after hearing what she said next.
"The practice results were quite good. I think I've initially mastered Red Flame Flash," Du Sixian said, pausing midway, then changing the subject to explain, "But it's just occasionally being able to make a wisp of flame appear on my fingertips." freёwebnovel.com
She always felt a vague sense that the matter of that special dream should not be known to the people of the Night Watch, at least not yet.
"You can conjure a wisp of flame?" An Qing asked, suppressing the shock in her heart and looking directly into Du Sixian's eyes.
An Qing had thought yesterday that Du Sixian's progress was already quite fast, having been able to feel the circulation of Spiritual Energy within her body on the first day of practice. She had wanted to praise her but didn't say anything for fear of her becoming overconfident.
However, what An Qing didn't expect was that Du Sixian, as a Spell beginner, had initially mastered a standard Spell in less than twenty-four hours, which truly shocked her.
Although Du Sixian could only summon a wisp of flame now, and was still far from fully mastering it and didn't have the possibility of using it in actual combat, her performance definitely deserved the title of genius.
"Uh, yes, yes..." Du Sixian stammered, "Sister Qing, is my learning speed considered okay?"
An Qing, "..." Okay, it's too damn okay!
A Psychic who can master a standard Spell within a day is someone you might not see even in two or three years.
I'm even a little worried that people from the headquarters will target you and try to snatch you away from us!
An Qing thought, adjusted her emotions, and said in a calm tone, "It's so-so, about average level."
Average level for a genius.
An Qing silently added in her heart and continued, "It seems you have a little talent. You must practice hard from now on. If you have any questions, report to me individually, and I will tutor you one-on-one."
Report individually... tutor one-on-one...
Du Sixian repeated the keywords in An Qing's words in her heart, frowned slightly, bit her lip, and secretly grumbled to herself.
As expected, my talent isn't very good, Sister Qing seems very worried.
However, Sister Qing is really good to me, actually willing to spend so much effort for me. Du Sixian thought.
"Let's go, let's go in first and let me see the results of your practice."
"Okay." An Qing interrupted Du Sixian's thoughts. She nodded slightly in response and followed An Qing deeper into the Night Watch. After walking not far, she suddenly remembered something and stopped.
"Oh, right, Sister Qing, what if, I mean, what if I practice a high-level Spell now?"
Upon hearing this, An Qing was stunned for a moment and frowned.
She's already thinking about learning high-level Spells now?
However, with her high talent, it's normal for her to have a bit of ambition. I need to find a way to knock some sense into her.
An Qing thought for a few seconds, then looked at Du Sixian seriously and said, "Du Sixian, Spell cultivation in the Night Watch emphasizes a gradual process. Only by mastering a certain Spell can you unlock the corresponding advanced Spell. Being greedy and rushing forward will lead to big problems."
"Uh..." Du Sixian's face paled slightly upon hearing this, and she said weakly, "Must I master it skillfully before I can unlock it? If, I mean, if I obtain a Spell from somewhere else, can I learn it?"
"Hmm?" An Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, sizing up Du Sixian, and said, "Did you obtain a Spell from somewhere else?"
"No, no, I was just making a hypothesis." Du Sixian quickly shook her head and denied it.
"How about I tell you a story?" An Qing shook her head and said, "There was a Psychic in the Night Watch before who wasn't satisfied with his Spell learning progress and privately obtained Illusion Spell Fifty-Three from an unknown source. Guess what happened later?"
"He went crazy?"
"That didn't happen," An Qing shrugged, "But after he was discovered, he was questioned about the source of the Spell every few days. He couldn't explain it, and eventually had a mental breakdown and went crazy. He's still locked up in Yun Kang Mental Hospital now."
"Besides, with your talent, there's no need to think about those high-level Spells. Taking one step at a time is the right path to reaching the peak."
With my talent... Du Sixian pursed her lips, lost in thought.
Sister Qing is right, my talent isn't good, so I shouldn't consider the Spell I got in my dream. I should take one step at a time.
As for that dream...
Let it be a secret so I can keep up with the Spell practice progress!
Du Sixian thought, then nodded to An Qing, "Sister Qing, thank you for guiding me." freewebnovel.cσ๓
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Huacheng Institute of Technology, College of Liberal Arts classroom.
Professor Ma had been very tired recently because of the bamboo slips. He always rushed into the classroom just as the bell rang for class, and even during class, he couldn't quite concentrate. Halfway through the lecture, he handed out some materials and let the students study on their own, while he sat at the podium lost in thought.
In a daze, whispers rose in the classroom.
"Did you see the class WeChat group? Something big happened."
"What happened?"
"You don't know?"
"If you have something to say, say it. If you have nothing, shut up."
"He Ruo is dead. He was found near the Faculty of Arts Experimental Building this morning. The way he died was horrible. They say it was a urban legend attack."
"What?! No way? I saw him yesterday during the day. Why would he go to the experimental building late at night?"
Teachers on the podium can see and hear far more than students imagine.
Professor Ma naturally heard the students' gossip. At first, he didn't want to bother with it, after all, in this world, which school doesn't have one or two urban legend attack incidents every year?
Although the authorities had not officially admitted it, the existence of urban legend was already an open secret among the public. Most homicides resulting from urban legend attacks were considered force majeure.
However, upon hearing that the student named He Ruo had the incident occur near the experimental building, Professor Ma finally couldn't sit still.
"The classroom is a place for learning, not for discussing gossip. Save your conversations for after class!"
Professor Ma roared, and the classroom instantly fell silent. His gaze searched the classroom for a while, found Lu Yibei, cleared his throat, and said, "Lu Yibei, come out with me for a moment, I have something to talk to you about."
Suddenly called out, Lu Yibei's mind was full of question marks.
What's going on? I wasn't discussing gossip. As a good student who loves studying like me, I was seriously looking at the materials.
Really, very seriously. Look, I even took notes.
Lu Yibei thought aggrievedly. Seeing Professor Ma's unquestionable gaze, she sighed helplessly and stood up.
So, how horribly did that boy they were just discussing die? Why did he go to the experimental building?
Lu Yibei thought as she caught up with Professor Ma's steps and left the classroom.
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"Lu Yibei, actually, what I showed you yesterday was not the original bamboo slip."
Lu Yibei never expected that the first thing Professor Ma would say after calling her out of the classroom was to confess that he had used a replicated bamboo slip to impersonate the original one yesterday. She couldn't help but ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) be stunned for a moment.
"Professor, you..."
"Lu Yibei, listen to me. I didn't intentionally hide it from you. It's just that when I touched the bamboo slip, I suddenly had the thought that maybe I didn't need to show you the original."
"But the facts prove I was wrong. I suspect that student named He Ruo's incident is likely related to the bamboo slip. I remember that student, although he often skipped class, was restless, smoked, drank, and permed his hair, he was actually a good kid."
Lu Yibei, "..." Professor, are you perhaps misunderstanding what a good kid is?
"Good kids shouldn't suffer, it's all my fault," Professor Ma said with a sorrowful old face, his gaze suddenly narrowed, and his tone became serious, "So, could I please ask you to look at that set of bamboo slips again? I don't want anyone else to be hurt because of that set of bamboo slips."
"..." Lu Yibei pondered for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "No problem, Professor, this is something I should do."
