Chapter 133: Half a Day’s Harvest
Evening.
Teacher Ji looked at the time, and it was already past the normal class time.
“Xiao Han, are you used to staying up late?”
“Huh? Me? I’m… okay.” I was caught off guard by the sudden question and hesitated before answering. Although I know witches have rich night lives, I actually have a regular sleep schedule.
“Today I want to tell you that sometimes studying requires a balance between work and rest. Today’s recording ends here.” Teacher Ji organized various experimental records and successful analyses she had done from this afternoon until now, and the smile on her face indicated that she had gained a lot.
“Huh? Okay, um… are we going back now? Is there class tomorrow too…”
“Yes, I have class tomorrow. You can come or not, but if you do, try to practice today’s test thoroughly.”
“Hmm, okay.” I nodded heavily.
“By the way, let’s record some information to prevent you from being unable to enter here by yourself tomorrow.”
After a bit of busyness, I bid farewell to Teacher Ji. It was already quite late, and I hadn’t eaten yet. By now, those guys in the dorm must have already settled down.
When I got downstairs, I took out the flying broomstick that Teacher Ji had given me. I have to say, this thing is really convenient!
It’s even more convenient than taking a vehicle!
I pulled out my phone and during this time, I had received private messages from classmates asking for information or just wanting to make friends.
Unfortunately, I had been busy all afternoon, hoping I didn’t leave them with a cold impression.
The mutual assistance group for Class 14 always showed 99+ unread messages, and I sometimes browsed there to see their conversations—it was quite interesting.
However, my biggest harvest today was two things.
One was that my magic source had reached 32, which meant I had released the Fireball Spell nearly 32 times today. The magic source normally recovers in a day, and I haven’t mastered a way to speed up the recovery process yet.
Moreover, according to Teacher Ji, instead of increasing the recovery ability, it’s better to increase the quantity of the magic source.
If it weren’t for my mental power consumption being too great, I might have been able to extract even more magic sources for free.
During this time, I also needed to meditate to speed up the recovery of my mental power, and I felt like my mental power had improved a bit more.
The other gain was the Fireball Spellbook.
I had completely worn out one Fireball Spellbook, and now the one I had inside me is a new one.
As for why the old one was damaged, it was naturally due to attempting to modify the spellbook. I found that modifying spellbooks is truly fascinating, especially after making changes to the internal rituals; even Teacher Ji couldn’t accurately predict what the results would be.
The last attempt that completely ruined the spellbook modified the limitation structure, causing the spellbook to draw magic power indefinitely, and the size of the fireball reached as tall as I am!
Luckily, Teacher Ji stopped it in time, but the cost was that the internal ritual of the spellbook was destroyed, leaving it half-damaged.
However, Teacher Ji repurposed it, since it was already broken; she dissembled it more thoroughly, allowing me to better understand the internal structure, and even turned it into a demonstration sample.
Now I’ve mastered several ways to use the Fireball Spell, including but not limited to Dual Fireballs, Multiple Fireballs, and I feel like if I keep modifying it, I might really ruin it.
I can even control the power of the Fireball Spell so that it doesn’t drain the entire magic source all at once.
I also discovered that the conversion rate of magic power into fire elements is shockingly low—if the power of one magic source completely converts into a Fireball, it could potentially blow up this entire building.
Of course, that’s a metaphor; after all, this building is magically reinforced and can’t be collapsed by just one Fireball, even a modified one.
Riding on the flying broomstick, feeling the cold wind in the sky, it was getting dark, and I was playing with a small fireball in my palm.
This was a Fireball Spell with all fire elements contained, meaning it wasn’t hot; I could even pinch it with my fingers, even though it didn’t have a physical form.
But if it were to explode, it would pack a punch.
It felt like holding a firework that could go off at any moment.
Thanks to the flying broomstick, what used to be a long distance from the central teaching area to the dormitory now took almost no time at all.
By the time I reached the villa, only a little time had passed since it was a direct flight, so of course, it was fast.
“I’m back… Hmm?”
As soon as I entered the villa, I smelled a familiar scent in the living room.
It was incense!
I walked into the living room and saw three figures sitting on the floor, each on a cushion.
Next to them was a medium-sized incense burner, from which the smoke of incense was wafting.
Were they meditating?
That was my first thought, and I didn’t want to call out loudly since meditation is difficult to disrupt.
But how could they already start meditating after just half a day?
I remembered that my schedule today did not include meditation classes. What was Hong Chanyi up to?
Meditation practice in three rows, huh?
If I remember correctly, was this their first encounter with the Witch Meditation Method?
Half a day… were they successful?
Subconsciously, I used Spirit Vision to observe them; I couldn’t see the illusory meditation space from them, which meant they hadn’t succeeded.
However, their effort made me not want to interrupt them.
I quietly sat on the sofa, wondering why they would rather sit on the floor with a cushion when they had a sofa available.
As I sat down, I caught a glimpse of Hong Chanyi’s squinted eyes; it was clear she couldn’t hold out any longer.
Moreover, I noticed that the incense in their burner had also burned out, indicating they had tried for quite a while.
“Alright, everyone, stop pretending. The incense in the burner has burned out.”
I saw they hadn’t finished meditating, so I had to interrupt them.
“Still not opening your eyes? Can’t tell if you’re meditating? Do you think I can’t see through it?” I stood up and poked Hong Chanyi, who had just opened her eyes to look at me, so of course, she was the first target.
And she was from my Class 14, so it was rightful to discipline my own students, wasn’t it?
“Hey, Sister Xiao Han, I was already in meditation, and you disturbed me.” Hong Chanyi feigned a pitiful look while covering her head.
“When I succeeded in meditation, you weren’t even in this dorm yet. You think I can’t tell whether you’re meditating or not?”
“Huh? Sister Xiao Han, you’ve succeeded in meditation?” Hong Chanyi asked in disbelief, her eyes wide.
Dongli Yiren and the others also opened their eyes; they indeed hadn’t succeeded, just having bought some incense to try out after class had just started.
“Sister Xiao Han, come on—give us some meditation tips!” Hong Chanyi threw herself to the ground, hugging my legs and crying out. She certainly seemed to have a strong desire for attention!
And what a prominent pose it was.
“Haven’t we just started the meditation class? I’ve seen the schedule; what are you so anxious about? Afraid the teacher won’t speak in class?” I asked helplessly.
“Sister Xiao Han, since you’re exempt from courses, you wouldn’t care about our wellbeing. Yiren told me the teacher talked about meditation in the afternoon like it was a celestial script—nothing we could understand.”
“Ah…” I leaned back, was it really just because of that?
But due to my exemption, I indeed didn’t have to worry about this.
“Sister Xiao Han, please share some experiences. I, and Yiren, and Guan Qiuling would be grateful to you.”
“There’s no experience to share.” I looked up at Dongli Yiren and the others, who hadn’t spoken a word and let Hong Chanyi finish, but I could still see hope in their eyes.
They hoped I would explain something to them.
“Ah… alright… I’ll share my personal opinion, but don’t take it as absolute truth. Meditation is about understanding the basic principles of the Witch Meditation Method—just trying it out more often with enough incense you bought. Oh, and the academy has specialized meditation rooms for that; didn’t the teacher tell you?”
“Huh? There’s this?” Hong Chanyi turned to Dongli Yiren, clearly noting that today only Dongli Yiren’s class had the meditation lesson.
“The teacher didn’t mention it. She just explained the general differences between the Witch Meditation Method and our previous meditation, but the useful content was minimal.” Dongli Yiren shook her head and spoke.
“Indeed minimal. I still have to accompany them to the library to borrow some books on meditation before we can get started.” Hong Chanyi said, feeling bored as she flipped through the books on the coffee table.
“By the way, cutting this conversation! Sister Xiao Han, where did you get your flying license? I also want to fly! This morning, I watched you vanish in a flash; I’m so envious!”
“Envious? Well, you should be! Work hard, and everything will come; it took me a whole vacation to get my flying license.” I understood Hong Chanyi’s envy well; who doesn’t feel that way at times?
“I can tell you where I learned it, but the tuition fee is quite high.” I glanced at Dongli Yiren, whose eyes lit up earlier when I mentioned it. I knew she was short on money, so this would likely discourage her from planning to learn to get a flying license right now.
However, after I mentioned it, Dongli Yiren still silently noted it down, probably waiting for when she had the money to think about it.
After all, boys who come to the Witch Academy are all surprises and are also in need of money, especially since we can’t contact the outside world; even if we do, it’s a matter of whether anyone would recognize us.
So, being short on money is quite normal.
Unlike Guan Qiuling, who seemed not to be lacking money… probably her family sends her money regularly.
Not wanting to think too hard about it, I spent some time playing around with them, sharing some insights from seniors. Eventually, under their reluctant gazes, I bid them farewell, as I had to go to the laboratory whether or not I had class tomorrow.
So I needed to sleep early.
Even though Teacher Ji wasn’t going to be there tomorrow, it didn’t mean I could slack off. There were still so many parts of the internal ritual structure of the spellbook that could be modified; exploring the unknown was the greatest joy, wasn’t it?
Though, this also comes with risks… but as long as I don’t k*ll myself, I should be fine.
