I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 217 - 191 Thirteen Black-robed Kapok

Chapter 217: 191 Thirteen Black-robed Kapok

Chapter 217: 191 Thirteen Black-robed Kapok

“The ‘Whisk’ of the Eighteen Rope Flicking Skills has just two key points, one is the harmonious strength, and the other is the final crack of the whip’s end.”

“As for what harmonious strength is, it’s actually the rhythm we have with the Lu Jiao.”

Zhuang gesticulated between the Furnace on his chest and the Lu Jiao on his head, clearly, he wasn’t adept at teaching.

He babbled incoherently and finally looked helplessly at Lin An, “Anyway, that’s how it is, I guess you’ll have to wait until you have a Furnace to feel that sensation.”

Lin An nodded, “I understand.”

“You understand?”

Yes, Lin An truly understood. According to his own theory, a person is composed of the body, the mind, and the spirit.

The cultivation of the Furnace is the competition and interaction between the mind and the spirit.

The condensation of the Furnace Core ‘Lu Jiao’ is the ‘encapsulation’ of the spirit.

And now, what Zhuang was explaining about the skill based on the Breathing Skill Furnace was actually a kind of competition and interaction between the body and the spirit.

This was an angle Lin An had never considered before.

Body and Spirit…

When he was previously seeking the power of the witch, he explored more of the relationship ‘between the mind and spirit.’

Perhaps this is the biggest difference between the Witch and the Witch-hunting Knight.

But it was precisely such instruction that seemed to let Lin An glimpse the possibility of the ‘Furnace Core’ and ‘Will of the Furnace’ coexisting.

Even, there should be some kind of interaction between the two!

“I’ve explained it this way, and you still understand?” Zhuang expressed disbelief; could he actually teach that well and was simply unaware of it?

Body, mind, spirit, there’s also some kind of cultivation method involving all three that Lin An vaguely remembered having studied before!

But what exactly, he couldn’t recall at the moment.

“So I’ll keep explaining,” Zhuang, apparently encouraged, continued, “The second skill is to guide and release that power.”

He patted a stone half the height of a person next to him, pinched his index finger with his thumb on it, and flicked it gently.

Crack~

A crisp sound, and the huge stone instantly cracked along the spot hit by the finger.

“It’s the same with releasing; the Lu Jiao transmits power to the Furnace, then to our limbs, and finally releases it. That is heavy and powerful, with more dispersed strength.”

“But if the power fed back from the body to the Lu Jiao, that becomes brittle and sharp, with more concentrated strength.”

“But it’s not to say there are only these two kinds.”

Zhuang pointed his finger upwards, drew a curve to his chest, and circled it up again, “It’s a complete harmonious cycle. The power we release from different angles, the degree it contains differs.”

“Eh, once you’ve learned this, you can try to guide different natures of power from multiple angles at the same time.”

“Let these powers cooperate with each other, even building a cycle on the rope itself, the variations then become even more diverse.”

“This is to release, to vent, guiding the Furnace’s power to pour forth.”

As Lin An listened, he felt Zhuang’s words somewhat resembled the ‘Skinning Skill’ he learned from Professor Cao.

Although their forms of expression were completely different, both were a kind of interaction between the body and the spirit.

Even it could be said—Zhuang’s harmonious strength is a further supplement to the Skinning Skill.

Lin An listened and bent down to pick up a stone the size of a fist, trying to hold it between his thumb and index finger.

Feeling the power of the Furnace within, he tried to balance the forces between the body and the spirit, and gently exerted a bit of strength.

Crack~

The rock fractured.

“Hey, right, you’re amazing, to actually understand just by listening.” Zhuang gave a thumbs up, but then his eyes suddenly widened in shock, “Holy shit!”

He saw countless fine cracks appear on the left side of the stone, while the right side looked as if it had been cut by a high-pressure water jet, revealing a straight crack.

“Two forces?”

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Zhuang blinked, “How the hell did you do that?”

Lin An examined the stone with surprise, “Just the Skinning Skill taught by Professor Cao, which disrupts the rhythm of Furnace cultivation to accommodate Sorcerer’s Furnace practices. By comparing the two, I figured it out.”

Zhuang’s face fell immediately, “Damn it, so it’s all Mr. Cao’s merit?”

Lin An hastily offered a conciliatory smile, “Not at all, if not for your instruction, Uncle, I wouldn’t have grasped it either.”

Zhuang’s expression improved slightly, muttering something under his breath, and continued with the instruction.

“Once you’ve mastered these two key points, let’s try to make the whip show the characteristics of the internal flow of power.”

“Get it, right? The whip moves, not because we flick it. Rather, its movement is a reflection of the flow of power within us.”

The final step was almost effortless.

With Zhuang’s guidance, Lin An soon had the rope whirling through the air, or rather, the Furnace’s power began to flow with a certain rhythm.

“Uncle, why do I feel there’s a unique rhythm…”

Lin An gestured to the location of the Furnace in his chest.

“Nonsense, it’s all about the rounded and smooth flow of energy. Do you think that’s the power of a rope? Bullshit. That’s the rhythm of the Furnace balancing the force between you and Lu Jiao, understand? Harmonious and natural, accumulating power.”

Zhuang, although not very adept at explaining his theories, had already comprehended many things to a very profound extent.

“How do you store and record a rhythm like this? Some people paint, some sing songs, chant spells, write scriptures, huh, I blend it into a certain Whip Skill. Once you’ve learned this, you can practice and use it in battle, how awesome is that?”

“Yes, uncle, that method is freaking awesome!”

“Hahahaha~~~”

Zhuang waved his hand with much satisfaction, “The physical force is just that. This kind of attack technique that acts upon the body, just like those skills in the games you play, what do you call it…”

“Rule-based power!” Lin An chimed in quickly.

“Right, right, exactly that, hey, once you’ve mastered this Whisking Skill, you’re basically a master. It’s already usable against the average Witch-hunting Knight and Wizard.”

“A stone can be whipped to crack, let alone flesh and blood. But whether it’s the protective power granted by the Furnace to the body, or the defensive power of witchcraft, you need to accumulate more experience, to find the suitable method of applying force.”

“Different targets require different applications when you execute the skill. The art of it lies within one’s mind.”

“There’s nothing more to say about this, fight more battles, and you’ll understand.”

“Once you’ve thoroughly practiced the Whisking Skill and mastered the rounded power of the Furnace, I’ll come and teach you the advanced ‘Coiling’ Skill.”

The long night stretched on, and this city had too many people who couldn’t sleep.

Looking across at the five-story building, one could see a sister carefully tutoring her younger brother at a bright windowsill.

In another room, softly lit with a starry glow, the Caidai Witch was gently reading from “Children’s Bedtime Stories” to her daughter, who lay in bed hugging a teddy bear.

The street outside the window had gradually quieted down, with the sound of motorbikes speeding past becoming even more piercing.

Zhuang opened another beer and took out a skewer of now-soft grilled cucumbers from the cooler box, munching on them with a somewhat displeased taste.

The wind howled, and fine sand was whisked into the air, kept at bay by his aura and away from his kebabs, but as he got lost in thought, it quietly assailed him again.

“Ptui, ptui, ptui~”

And so Zhuang started spitting out the sand in his mouth again.

Lin An silently whipped the air around him, repeatedly creating dull or sharp explosive sounds.

Tirelessly.

In fact, doing such a thing didn’t require any tenacious willpower or relentless determination; it all came down to his enjoying doing it.

Each strike of the whip brought its own pleasure.

A conversation between spirit and body?

Lin An finally remembered where he had encountered this before—’Soft Body Skill’ taught to him by Chen Shuyun.

Combing through emotions, regulating the five emotional wildfires associated with the five visceral systems, refining them into the body’s flexibility, stamina, explosive power, and so on.

And emotions are the beginnings of a person’s spirit.

Interestingly, this combing process was led by the mind.

The mind orchestrates the balance, competition, communication, and everything else between spirit and body. Wasn’t this exactly the strategy Professor Cao talked about, and the essence of the rounded flow of energy that Zhuang spoke of?

Lin An whipped, feeling the subtle changes each brought, deeply fascinated by them.

His past aversion to the Supernatural World was due to his dislike of fighting and fear of death.

But he was not resistant to Transcendent powers.

Especially the unique spirit of exploration in Lu Jiao deeply influenced him, enabling him to find joy in each session of training.

And this joy stemmed from the mind.

See, the relationship between mind, spirit, and body is so closely knit.

Zhuang did not notice that the sound of the whips that Lin An was swinging was increasingly weaving into a song, with a unique rhythm that stirred his own emotions.

But these emotions, under the guidance of the mind, transformed into the power to change the body.

There were uncertainties, there were ambitions.

At that moment, Zhuang abruptly stood up, casually discarding the beer bottle and kebabs. He pulled out a huge hammer from the glasses warehouse and loomed above, looking down from the top of the building.

He sneered, “I’ve waited a long time, finally, you’ve come.”

Lin An was surprised and walked over, looking down at the building below, but unfortunately, he couldn’t see anything.

So he activated his Innate Witchcraft ‘Sky-Scanning Eyes’ quietly, observing every corner in full view.

Instantly, figures appeared before his eyes.

Those people were all wrapped in black wizard robes, hiding in the stalled cars by the road, on the balconies of nearby buildings, or standing in the shadowy parts of the roadside…

Under their wide hoods, each wore a mask with the Kapok pattern painted on it.

Upon counting, there were as many as thirteen!

They were loosely encircling the building housing the ‘Sorcerer’s Shelter’.

Lin An frowned deeply, wondering if Mr. Liu’s target was the brother and sister pair. If so, why did Feng Xin only send a Wizard who did not seem to be all that powerful to capture them at the time?