Indeed, Fitch's face darkened as if someone had stepped on it with a dirty shoe as soon as Gene's voice fell. He glared fiercely at the naive Han Shuo and said to Gene, "Master Gene, this audacious errand slave dared trip me, how can I not teach him a lesson!"
Fitch rolled up his sleeves as he spoke and took out his grey magic staff, swinging it towards Han Shuo's forehead. Han Shuo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fitch hadn't used magic and was only using the magic staff to hit him. Although Fitch was tall, he didn't have much strength. Han Shuo saw that the blow didn't have much force behind it and directly ignored it. He stood where he was and didn't dodge, only smiling foolishly.
Slap!
When the magic staff hit Han Shuo's forehead, Han Shuo suddenly felt pain and immediately cried out in agony. He grimaced in pain as he looked at the magic staff in Fitch's hand. He hadn't thought that the seemingly wooden magic staff would be as hard and heavy as iron and stone. Han Shuo only felt his head buzz in that instant as a large, round bump appeared on his forehead.
"Damn it, why is this magic staff so hard and heavy? I've miscalculated!" Han Shuo thought to himself as his head buzzed and before he could react, he was hit on the forehead again. His head immediately sank and he fainted on the ground.
* * *
When Han Shuo woke up, he found himself lying on a large, soft bed. The faint smell of medicine permeated the air. He reached out to touch his forehead and found that the two large bumps on his head had already subsided. Some kind of medicine seemed to have been applied on them, and they felt cool and comfortable.
"You're awake?" A pretty face suddenly moved closer. She had long, lavender, wavy hair, bright eyes, and white teeth. Her sexy red lips breathed a faint fragrance onto Han Shuo's face.
"Eh, Master … Fanny!" Han Shuo's heart skipped a beat as he exclaimed softly when he saw the pretty face in front of him. He then straightened his body and sat up on the soft bed, looking around.
The room was twenty square meters in size and was surrounded by large cabinets that held all sorts of medicine bottles. There were also some skeletons of magical creatures to the side. The walls were covered in magical patterns and words, and there was a round black stone table in the middle that formed a simple magical matrix. With just a glance, Han Shuo knew that this was Fanny 'lab.
While Han Shuo was looking around, Fanny was also looking at Han Shuo in surprise. It was only when Han Shuo's head turned around and looked at her that Fanny stretched out her slender finger and lightly touched Han Shuo's forehead. She then exclaimed softly and said in surprise, "Eh, the swelling has subsided so quickly. There's not even a drop of blood after being hit by such a heavy magic staff. How is this possible!"
Han Shuo's heart skipped a beat when he was touched by Fanny's finger. His nose even greedily inhaled deeply, and a trace of a satisfied smile blossomed at the corner of his mouth as he smelled the delicate fragrance that came along with her finger.
Han Shuo's behavior gave Fanny quite a fright. Han Shuo's actions just now had a few hints of teasing and wanton, completely different from Brian's usual timid and cowardly behavior. This caused Fanny to be a bit taken aback for a moment, and then sighed in realization. She murmured softly, "I didn't believe them before, but now it looks like Brian is indeed a bit crazy. Who would've thought that an Agony of the Soul would make him like this, sigh!"
Although Fanny's murmur was exceedingly quiet, Han Shuo just happened to hear it loud and clear. He laughed wryly in his heart, thinking that yet another person had really believed that he was crazy.
Suddenly, an expression full of interest appeared on Fanny's pretty face. She said in high spirits, "Brian, the bruise on your forehead healed so quickly and you're completely fine now. Could it be because of the Agony of the Soul last time? Aiya, this is too incredible. I have another topic to research. Necromancy magic is incredible indeed! "
Han Shuo could only smile wryly at her self-righteousness when he saw Fanny's face full of excitement as she frantically rummaged through the items. Right now, the impression that Han Shuo gave her was that of a crazy person. He naturally couldn't explain that his body's abnormalities were entirely due to practicing magical yuan.
Fanny hadn't brought her glasses with her again today. Her slender, supple hands quickly rummaged through the magical items around her. After a while, she held a pale green ball the size of a palm in her hand and walked quickly towards Han Shuo, swaying her hips as she suddenly chanted an incantation. The pale green ball abruptly lit up with a gentle green halo and was pressed against Han Shuo's forehead by her jade hand.
Strong magical pulses emanated from within the ball, and the pale green ball imprinted on Han Shuo's forehead was like a magnet, drawing out a trace of mental strength from Han Shuo's brain. The pale green ball suddenly flashed like a broken green light bulb.
"Oh … this is incredible. Brian, you actually have mental strength in your brain. My goodness, what's going on? Could it be that the Agony of the Soul magic also has the effect of baptizing ordinary people with mental strength? This is too amazing! " Fanny suddenly cried out, shock and astonishment written all over her face. It looked like Han Shuo had mental strength in his brain, and the impact on Fanny wasn't small.
"I've decided, this will be my research topic in the future. If the Agony of the Soul doesn't turn people into lunatics, and can still retain mental strength in the body, then wouldn't it be possible for an ordinary person to become a mage? Oh … this is just too amazing! "
"Gurgle gurgle."
At this moment, Han Shuo's stomach protested with hunger. The excitement on Fanny's face hadn't faded yet, and she said to Brian in high spirits, "It's getting late, go back and rest. I'll look for you often in the future. I'll discuss this with the school authorities in a while, and we'll reduce your workload appropriately and increase your meals appropriately until I've successfully researched this topic."
Han Shuo couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he heard Fanny's words. He couldn't help but have wicked thoughts as he looked at the alluring Fanny. He thought to himself that luck really couldn't be stopped now that his workload had suddenly been reduced, his meals had increased, and he could even take the opportunity to get close to Fanny. It looked like Fitch's battle had done him a great favor.
After leaving Fanny's lab, Han Shuo lifted his head to look at the afterglow in the sky and knew that it was already evening. He rubbed his forehead and discovered that apart from a bit of a slight pain, there were no major issues.
He completed the afternoon's mission with great speed and ran into Jack at the bread collection area, panting heavily. Jack revealed a surprised expression when he saw Han Shuo appear and looked oddly at Han Shuo's forehead. He asked suspiciously, "Brian, didn't I hear that you fainted after Fitch hit you with his magic staff? How come there aren't any marks now?"
"Master Fanny helped me apply a magic reagent, so the redness naturally faded quickly. Heh heh, Master Fanny is so beautiful and gentle! "Han Shuo laughed heartily as he spoke to Jack.
"Brian, this is your food for today!" A shout traveled from the canteen window. Han Shuo immediately ran over and received a piece of white bread, a small cup of milk, and a fried egg from the window.
"Eh, Mister Gotha, are you mistaken? Brian's food should be the same as ours, and it should be smaller than my bread!" Carey, who'd been beaten up by Han Shuo last time, shook a piece of black bread in his hand and spoke loudly to the fat Gotha who was in charge of distributing the errand boys' meals.
Gotha looked coldly at Carey and snorted lightly. "That's right, the school authorities ordered this. From now on, Brian's food will be like this. Take it up with the school authorities if you have any objections. Hmph, but you're just a little errand boy, you'll be asking for trouble if you say anything. "
Holding the white bread, milk, and fried egg in his hands, Han Shuo laughed heartily as he looked at Carey and Borg's angry expressions. He purposefully chewed on the bread loudly, and couldn't help but praise, "Tsk tsk, this white bread tastes different from black bread indeed. Ah, there's even milk and eggs. Oh my gosh, what a happy day."
"Eh … Brian, let me drink some milk. That milk looks delicious to me!" Little fatty Jack licked his lips and looked at Han Shuo with a face full of envy.
"There's still half a cup left, take it!" Han Shuo generously handed it over to Jack and then pulled Jack away with a wide grin, leaving behind a furious Carey and Borg.
When he returned to the warehouse that night, Han Shuo took a look at the Little Skull and discovered that the Little Skull was still lying in the small wooden bucket. However, the seven small whirlpools within the bucket had stopped spinning. One look at Han Shuo and he understood that this was because the magical yuan had been used up. He reached out to condense his magical yuan and re-infused it into the seven broken bones. Only when the whirlpools appeared around the seven broken bones did Han Shuo finally stop and go to bed.
The "Yin Magical Concentrating Formation" was only one method of refining demonic treasures. Logically speaking, a single infusion of magical yuan should've been able to maintain the formation for thirty-six days. However, Han Shuo's magical yuan was too weak, and the materials he'd used were all scraped together haphazardly. Therefore, he hadn't been able to achieve the desired results.
Sitting on the bed and practicing for a while, Han Shuo felt that the magical yuan within his body had grown quite a bit. A light bulb went off in his head at this moment. Since he had magical yuan in his body, could he practice the offensive demonic yuan that Chu Canglan had left behind?
Han Shuo immediately furrowed his brow and thought hard after the thought occurred to him. He could vaguely sense that there were many demonic cultivation methods in his mind, except that many of these demonic cultivation methods were a bit hazy and indistinct, as if they were separated by a thin, blurry paper that he couldn't immediately pry into clearly.
Han Shuo furrowed his brow and painstakingly searched through his memories. He discovered that the memories in his brain seemed to be a complete mess, and he couldn't remember everything. There were only three methods that he could completely remember. One was the basic demonic method, the other was the "Yin Magical Concentration Matrix" for refining demonic treasures, and another was the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire".
The 'Mystical Glacial Spellfire' was a method of utilizing magical yuan. Its power could be continuously increased as one's realm increased. Circulating the spellfire according to a special meridian route, one could produce red and purple magical flames in one's fingers and palm. The red flames were scorching hot and the purple cold. If one's magical yuan was strong enough and his realm reached a high enough level, he could condense the magical yuan into two enormous balls of red and purple magical flames in the palms of his hands. They had the attacking power of burning and piercing coldness.
After clarifying all this, Han Shuo immediately felt as if he had obtained a treasure. Ignoring the other obstructed memories, he immediately began circulating the magical yuan according to the spellfire and slowly gathered the magical yuan in his right hand. As the magical yuan flowed through the meridians of Han Shuo's right hand, he felt a burning pain. His entire right hand was numb and stiff, and the thin and weak meridians felt as if they had been electrocuted.
If he didn't circulate the spellfire according to the spellfire's route, the magical yuan would reach his palm in an instant. However, once the magical yuan circulated according to the spellfire's spellfire, it seemed to encounter layers upon layers of obstacles. Every time it moved forward, it was an unbearable pain. It wasn't until late at night that Han Shuo finally circulated the magical yuan from his shoulder to his wrist. However, his entire arm was already aching and powerless.
Han Shuo understood that the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire" could only be truly used when he circulated all the magical yuan to his palm and fingers. The pain he was experiencing now was due to the process of opening up those tiny meridians and allowing them to adapt to the magical yuan. The prickling pain was unavoidable now, but it would be gone once all the meridians were opened up.
Han Shuo's eyelids were twitching due to the extreme fatigue. Remembering that he still had work tomorrow, and that training in magical yuan wasn't something that could be accomplished overnight, he threw himself onto the bed and slept first.
Han Shuo had another dream that night. He dreamt that the Little Skull had obeyed his orders and beat up Fitch, who had hit him on the forehead, to avenge him.
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