But Lin Yun quickly threw these things to the back of his mind and shifted his attention to the strength of this body. This was what Lin Yun was truly concerned about.
After surviving for more than twenty years at the end of the Magic Era, Lin Yun had developed an almost fanatical belief in magical power. Without magical power, Lin Yun wouldn't have been able to survive for even an hour. Ferocious Sand Beasts, ubiquitous high temperatures, and deadly radiation from the Nether Storm could easily kill Lin Yun.
What had allowed Lin Yun to survive in that era wasn't his superior family background, nor was it his future prospects. Rather, it was the magic power he truly grasped in his hands.
Lin Yun didn't care about the predicament of this body, nor did he care about how much debt he owed. In the end, it was because the strength of a 9th Rank Magic Apprentice wasn't enough. If Mafa Merlin was a Great Mage, who would dare to come looking for him with a contract worth eight thousand gold coins? Let alone eight thousand gold coins, even if it was eighty thousand gold coins, someone would still have to dare to ask for it if he was willing to pay.
After a careful examination, Lin Yun discovered that this young man named Mafa Merlin was actually quite good. Although the identity of a 9th Rank Magic Apprentice wasn't worth mentioning, his foundation was quite solid. It was probably because of his diligence that he had accumulated enough mana to form a magic whirlpool. The reason why he still hadn't become a Mage was because his control over his own mana wasn't good enough.
This was much simpler …
During the twenty years at the end of the Magic Era, Lin Yun had always been thinking about how to extract more mana. He was constantly calculating how to use every trace of mana in the most critical areas. After twenty years, Lin Yun's control over mana had long since reached an unimaginable height.
In fact, it wasn't just Lin Yun. In that era where mana was scarce, every mage was like this. They could withstand the deadly radiation of the Nether Storm and stay in the scalding desert for several days and nights just to extract a pitiful amount of mana from the Nether Storm.
Lin Yun, who had grown up in such an environment, had far more control over mana than the mages of this era. Things that Mafa Merlin couldn't do were nothing to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun used about ten minutes to let himself understand this new body.
Ten minutes later, Lin Yun was convinced that his understanding of this body was no less than Mafa Merlin's, so he started to urge his mana. Under Lin Yun's powerful control, the originally abundant mana started to flow like a stream.
At first, this flow was gentle and soothing, like a babbling brook, but as Lin Yun continued to urge it, the mana started to boil restlessly and finally turned into a surging river. With a whistling sound, it rolled up waves and continuously battered this new body.
This was the most dangerous moment for an ordinary Magic Apprentice. Once the frantically surging mana went out of control, it would instantly devour the Magic Apprentice. In the best case scenario, the mana would collapse and they would have to start accumulating again. In the worst case scenario, they might even lose the hope of forming a mana whirlpool for the rest of their lives.
This was also the reason why there were many Magic Apprentices, but very few actually became mages. Take Mafa Merlin for example. He had been stuck at the 9th Rank for three years, but he still didn't dare to take that step.
But Lin Yun didn't have such a problem …
Lin Yun's control was too powerful. He didn't need to deliberately do anything, he just had to urge his mana to the limit in one breath and let it surge like a flood. Then, his body would instinctively control everything. The surging mana seemed berserk, but it always followed the trajectory that Lin Yun had set.
In just the blink of an eye, a mana whirlpool formed in Lin Yun's body.
Once a Magic Apprentice reached this step, they would basically have the qualifications to wear that black robe. As long as they spent a bit more time stabilizing the mana whirlpool, it could be said that they had achieved great success and smoothly entered the ranks of mages.
But Lin Yun didn't have any intention of stopping. It was as if he didn't know that the mana whirlpool had already formed. His mana, which was already close to its limit, was once again forcibly increased. The newly formed mana whirlpool was incomparably fragile, and under the impact of this almost overloaded mana, it suddenly burst like a bubble.
Lin Yun wasn't the least bit anxious. He just urged his mana again and continued to use that rough method to form the mana whirlpool, which then collapsed under the impact of the overloaded mana.
This cycle that would leave any mage dumbfounded lasted for no less than ten times before the fragile mana whirlpool finally stabilized.
When Lin Yun couldn't make it collapse no matter how much mana he used, Lin Yun was finally satisfied and sent some mana into the whirlpool.
The originally tranquil mana whirlpool started slowly revolving with the influx of mana, never stopping. Lin Yun raised his hand and countless magic runes rushed out of his hand. Fierce mana fluctuations immediately filled the room, and a sizzling sound could even be heard in the air.
Even the most picky mage would have to admit that this was a near-perfect mana whirlpool. Its astonishing endurance and terrifying explosive power could completely compare to that of a first-rate mage. What was even more unbelievable was that this mana whirlpool only took a few minutes to form …
In this era, only Lin Yun could do this.
Because many years later, when many mages' mana control reached a whole new level, they would try to use this method to form a mana whirlpool. They would then discover that this seemingly crude method could not only quickly form a mana whirlpool, but it would also give them explosive power and endurance that was hard to reach in the past. And after a hundred years of perfecting it, Lin Yun's current cheat-like performance came to fruition.
Lin Yun waved his hand to disperse the fluttering magic runes. Just as he was about to further perfect the mana whirlpool, he suddenly heard a voice coming from outside …
"It's written in black and white here. Before my dear cousin went out to sea, he took eight thousand gold coins from me. Now that he ruined his business, you have to give me an explanation for my eight thousand gold coins, right? Of course, I, Fario, am not an unreasonable person. I know that you don't have much money right now. How about this? You only have this house that's worth a bit of money. I'll take a loss and give you a discount of ten thousand gold coins. That way, you'll be able to repay your debt and still have two thousand gold coins on hand … "
The voice coming from afar was hoarse and ragged, sounding like a chattering drake. One could imagine how Lin Yun, who was thinking about how to improve the mana whirlpool, was bombarded by such a noise.
"It's just a debt collection, is there a need to be so excited …" Lin Yun gritted his teeth and cursed. He was already thinking about whether he should go out and wring that drake's neck.
But he hadn't expected that the duck would deliver itself to his door while Lin Yun was still hesitating. The door was pushed open with a bang, and a 300-pound fatty stumbled in. Behind him was an old man in his sixties. The two of them were pulling and pulling each other, as if they were arguing about something.
"Let go, I told you to let go, did you hear me? Pave, you old geezer, don't think that you can be impudent just because I'm usually polite to you. You have to understand that you're only a butler, you don't have the right to make decisions here!"
"Fario, you know very well what's going on with those eight thousand gold coins. That was given to you by the master. Did you even take out a single copper coin? Now that the master is gone, you want to embezzle the property he left behind. Do you still have any shame? " The old man grabbed onto Fario's sleeves tightly. Perhaps it was because he was using too much strength, or perhaps it was because he was too angry, but his wrinkled face was flushed red. In his agitation, his fingers almost poked Fario's face. "Let me tell you, Fario, unless I, Old Pave, die, don't even think about taking this house away!"
"Old geezer, are you planning to threaten me?" Being reminded of the past by the old butler, the fatty immediately flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Let me tell you, you better understand your own status. If you dare to be impudent in front of me again, be careful that I …"
As the two of them argued, Lin Yun, who was at the side, asked curiously, "Xiaoxin, how are you?"
"Be careful that I …" Fario suddenly froze before he could finish his words. He realized that the one who answered him wasn't the old butler, but his nephew who was rumored to become a mage.
Fario had always been disdainful of such rumors. How could that kid become a mage? Didn't he see how much gold coins he had spent in the past few years? Did he even look like he was going to become a mage?
Not to mention now. Ever since his father, Roger Merlin, died, what else had he done besides begging him for a few days to return the money? If he really had the ability to become a mage, would he still need to lower his voice to him?
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