"What kind of talk is that? You make it sound like I'm blowing you off," Ye Chuan said. "Elara, am I not an incredibly powerful mage?"
"Yes, Teacher, you are amazing!"
"Since I am such a powerful mage, my teaching methods naturally differ from those run-of-the-mill casters," Ye Chuan explained. "As the saying goes, 'The master leads you to the door, but the rest is up to you.' Magic is a profession based on sensing the elements of the world; it relies heavily on self-reliance."
"That..." Elara felt that what Ye Chuan said made a lot of sense.
No, it made perfect sense.
"I understand, Teacher!" Elara nodded vigorously. "From today on, I will rely solely on my own hard work to practice magic!"
"You are worth teaching." Ye Chuan patted Elara's head.
However, seeing the look of pure adoration on her face, Ye Chuan's conscience—which usually felt like it was encased in concrete—actually wavered for a moment.
Hmm...
Is this kid a little too innocent?
Is it really okay for me to treat her like this?
Ye Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose.
Forget it...
I'll teach her a little something.
It must be said that humans are contradictory creatures.
"Elara, come here. Although you need to gain insights on your own, I'll still teach you some magic."
"Really?!"
"Yes."
"Thank you, Teacher!" Elara said excitedly.
Look at that, she pays tuition and still thanks him.
"Hmm, Water-attribute magic..." Ye Chuan thought about his own repertoire of water spells. "Elara, what do you think about the element of water?"
"The element of water?" Elara didn't quite understand.
"I mean, compared to other elements, is there anything unique about water?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Unique..." Elara hugged her staff and thought for a few seconds. "Malleability?"
"Correct." Ye Chuan snapped his fingers.
"Does Teacher mean... water is a malleable element?"
"I didn't mean anything deep by it."
"Eh?"
"I just want to tell you that whether it's water elements or magic in general, neither is restricted to a specific form." As Ye Chuan spoke, he snapped his fingers again.
"Water Cannon."
As his voice fell, a magic circle appeared beneath Ye Chuan's feet. Immediately after, a pillar of water surged forth, forcefully lifting Ye Chuan up and making him fly!
"Fl-flying?!" Elara was stunned.
Ye Chuan landed back on the ground and simply said, "Magic is free. Like water, it possesses malleability."
Elara nodded subconsciously, seemingly understanding something.
However, Elara quickly realized something. "Teacher, why didn't you need to chant to cast that spell?!"
Mages were the most destructive profession on the battlefield, but because chanting required a significant amount of time, they needed the protection and cooperation of others.
Furthermore, learning magic was different from the path of a warrior; it required extreme talent. As a result, the drawbacks of mages had always been obvious: they were few in number and had very weak self-preservation capabilities.
Although defensive spells like Mana Shield existed, few mages learned them because such magic was strictly controlled and restricted by the Magic Tower.
But with silent casting, the weakness of a mage's poor self-defense was directly resolved.
One could just throw out spells right in an enemy's face without fearing interruption or having to run away.
"Does magic actually require chanting?" Ye Chuan asked.
Although many people had asked him this before.
"Of course magic requires chanting..." Elara felt that everything about Ye Chuan was different from what she had learned.
"Is that so?" Ye Chuan scanned his magic library, as if suddenly thinking of something.
"Alright, for today's magic lesson, I'll teach you this."
"High-Speed Chanting."
It was a passive skill Ye Chuan had drawn. Because of his instant-cast ability, this passive skill was actually somewhat useless to him.
Ye Chuan poked a finger against Elara's forehead. A blue light flashed, and Elara felt a massive amount of knowledge flood into her brain, along with the tricks for High-Speed Chanting.
"My... my head hurts." Elara knelt down, clutching her head, tears nearly falling.
"It's a bit much, just bear with it."
"Ugh, I'll do my best." Elara digested the magical knowledge Ye Chuan had imparted.
When Elara stood up, she was surprised to find she had completely mastered the method for High-Speed Chanting—she didn't know magic could be taught this way!
Though the process was painful, the reward was something Elara had never seen before!
"High-Speed Chanting can reduce the casting time of spells. I can now cast Water Cannon in five seconds... Teacher, you're amazing! I've never seen such powerful magic!"
"If I become proficient, can I cast magic without chanting?"
"If you work hard, probably," Ye Chuan said.
He wasn't sure, but the skill probably wasn't bad.
"I also have 'High-Speed Chanting of High-Speed Chanting' here. Do you want to try it?" Ye Chuan asked.
"High-Speed of High-Speed?" Elara blinked.
What did that mean?
"It accelerates the efficiency of High-Speed Chanting." Ye Chuan held up a finger. "Roughly... Matryoshka-style chanting?"
"I really want to learn, but I don't think I've finished digesting this yet," Elara said.
Whatever the teacher taught was definitely good stuff.
"Fine, just learn this for now," Ye Chuan said. He understood the concept of not biting off more than one could chew.
After all, not everyone was like Ye Chuan, who could learn hundreds of spells a day without side effects.
Not only that, he had infinite mana and could cast freely.
...
After finishing Elara's tutoring, a slightly weary Ye Chuan rolled his shoulders and planned to return to Yisu Town.
Nothing special, just to clear his mind and get a massage to relax after a tiring day.
"Welcome~~~"
"Oh my, Guest, you're back~ I love seeing you~"
When the little succubus at the entrance of the Succubus Hall saw Ye Chuan, she flew over eagerly. "Guest~ The ladies in the shop have rotated today. Would you like to take a look?"
"Is that so? I can switch and try a different technique."
Just as Ye Chuan was being led to a private room by the little succubus, a skinny old man wearing a towel and a blissful smile walked toward him.
"Hmm?"
Ye Chuan was quite familiar with this old man.
Diamond-rank adventurer, Seventh-Tier Grand Mage, Si Daofu.
A regular at the Succubus Hall. Ye Chuan had beaten him up previously using Magic Immunity over the matter of the Demon Sword.
"Huh?" Si Daofu also noticed Ye Chuan. He subconsciously hiked up his pants. "Y-You... You weren't drained of life by the Demon Sword?"
He was surprised to see Ye Chuan was actually fine.
"You think I'm you?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "What, Old Man, are you here at the Succubus Hall to 'temper your will' again? Sounds like hard work."
"Already so old, yet so shameless."
"W-What do you know!" Si Daofu blushed.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
