Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 108: Sorcery Might Differs from Mental Might

To turn clouds into rain with a flick of the wrist—Aizen had not yet reached such heights.

But in this moment, he was truly embodying the meaning of coercion and enticement.

"Kill Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon, and you take his place." Such a tempting offer was like a juicy piece of meat—who wouldn’t want a bite?

Even if some, like Johnny, had a close relationship with Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon, who would dare to speak on the Victim’s behalf at this moment?

Johnny had already been beaten into submission, reduced to a pathetic state and forced to sever a finger to save his life.

What about the others?

At this moment, anyone who stepped forward to kill the Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon would be making an enemy of the Right Faction, slapping Johnny in the face as well.

Some hesitated.

But as the saying goes, "A great reward invites brave souls—fortune favors the bold, while the timid starve."

Someone reacted quickly. As soon as Aizen’s words fell, one individual stood out from the crowd.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon has violated hierarchy by daring to attack Senior Brother Aizen. He deserves his fate, and his death is not to be regretted. Since Senior Brother Aizen is merciful and unwilling to sully his hands, allow me, Vincent, to take on this unpleasant task."

The speaker, suave and refined, gently waved an iron fan like a cultured scholar. Yet his words were filled with murderous intent.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure exploded forward, arriving beside Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon in an instant.

Bending slightly, his iron fan opened with a sudden flourish, resembling a peacock spreading its feathers.

"Clang!"

The sharp, deadly edges of the fan cut through the air like a combination of blades.

Even though Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon was still in a dazed and unclear state, he sensed the intense threat of death. Trembling on the ground, he tried to dodge, but there was no way he could match Vincentt’s speed.

The iron fan sliced through him like a knife through butter.

Without a sound, Vincent folded his fan with a snap and turned, his face still adorned with a smile, the picture of a gentleman.

Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon’s throat, however, began to show a thin red line. Slowly, the line widened until a spray of blood erupted, streaming out in warm, crimson torrents.

"Very well. Since you killed Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon, his position will now be yours. You are Vincent, correct?"

Aizen didn’t even spare a glance at Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon’s corpse. Instead, his eyes fell on Vincent, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Indeed, Senior Brother Aizen. I am Aizen. I am honored by your recognition. From now on, I will follow you with unwavering loyalty, ready to face fire and water without hesitation."

Aizen cupped his hands in a salute, his smile respectful.

Nearby, Johnny’s eyes burned with fury, though he kept his head lowered and dared not speak.

At this moment, Johnny wasn’t angry with Aizen—he knew Aizen’s strength was far superior, and his methods far more ruthless. Johnny had no grounds to resent Aizen and wouldn’t dare seek revenge without absolute confidence.

But Vincent—this man, who wasn’t even ranked on the Golden List and had previously pledged to support Johnny—had now betrayed him. By killing Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon, Vincent had climbed onto Aizen’s coattails, elevating himself to stand as Johnny’s equal. To Johnny, this was the ultimate humiliation.

The others in the hall were filled with conflicting emotions—some regretted their hesitation, others were filled with dread, and still more were deeply impressed by Aizen’s actions.

Aizen took in the reactions of everyone present. He understood that his display today had established his dominance. For a while, these spineless opportunists wouldn’t dare defy him. They would listen carefully to his words.

Through his overwhelming defeat of both Johnny and Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon, Aizen had demonstrated his strength, decisiveness, and ruthless nature.

However, instead of killing with his own hands, he had delegated the act to someone else, redirecting the resentment and attention of the others toward Vincent. Aizen himself remained unscathed and even gained a temporary ally in Vincent.

This showcased not only his martial prowess but also his cunning and strategic mind. Aizen was not simply a brute who relied on force; he also understood how to manipulate human nature.

Some people were now secretly regretting not seizing the opportunity to step forward and kill Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon earlier, inadvertently leaving the chance to Vincent.

"Alright. I just arrived in Great Plain City today and am already exhausted. Where is Hall Master William?"

Aizen Scanned the room with his gaze.

"Ah, Aizen Consul! I, William, am here. Whatever instructions you have, just say the word," said a towering bald man standing over nine feet tall, his body covered in blue-black tattoos. He immediately stepped forward, bowing deeply with a fawning smile on his face.

This burly giant, acting so obsequiously, was an unusual sight.

Aizen’s eyes flashed as he looked at the man.

The giant was a head taller than Aizen, but with his bowed posture, he made himself appear shorter, speaking with utmost respect.

Clearly, the man had taken Aizen’s earlier words to heart—"I don’t like people speaking to me from such a lofty position."

"Since you are the hall master responsible for the Heaven and Earth society’s branch in Great PlainCity, I assume you are well-versed in the city’s layout and affairs. Tonight, you will report these matters to me."

Aizen’s tone was calm but carried undeniable authority.

"Of course, I will spare no detail," replied the hall master, his deference absolute. "However, Aizen Senior Brother must be weary from your journey. I will immediately have a room prepared, hot water drawn, and a meal set for your refreshment and rest. Later, we will host a banquet to welcome you."

This Hall Master William was adept at reading the room, his words smooth and pleasing, even while bowing and scraping despite his towering stature.

Aizen responded with a faint "Mm" and swept his gaze over the crowd. "You may all disperse for now. Today’s events are not to be discussed in private. I do not enjoy repeating myself."

"Rest assured, Aizen Senior Brother," several voices chorused.

"We would not dare to gossip. Please, Senior Brother Aizen, take your rest. We look forward to drinking and celebrating with you at the banquet."

Seven or eight people all smiled obsequiously and saw him off with courtesy.

Even Johnny, who had previously resisted, had now completely softened. With Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon dead and Vincent elevated to power, everyone’s hearts were filled with trepidation. None dared to underestimate this Senior Brother Aizen anymore.

There were many strong individuals, but strength alone was not enough to inspire fear. Those without intellect were respected on the surface but seldom genuinely feared.

However, someone like Aizen, who possessed both unparalleled strength and shrewd cunning, was truly formidable and dangerous. Nobody would willingly provoke him.

To offend someone like Aizen was to be prepared for him to discover your intentions first—and destroy you before you could act.

Within the inner courtyard of the Heaven and Earth society’s mansion, near the lakeside, stood a pavilion known as "Vera Pavilion", which symbolized smooth sailing and favorable outcomes.

The room within was brightly lit and lavishly decorated, exuding comfort and elegance.

A soft, intricately woven carpet with delicate embroidery covered the floor. A guzheng stood by the window, while a cabinet nearby held antique curios and paintings, adding a touch of refinement.

In the inner room, shadows moved in the light of the lamps. Silk curtains hung low, with layers of luxurious bedding on a bed carved from red sandalwood. Behind the bed stood a partially concealed folding screen depicting a bathing beauty.

Behind the screen, three women dressed in sheer gauze worked with delicate hands. One sprinkled petals and medicinal leaves into a wooden tub, while the other two assisted Aizen in removing his clothing.

The room was filled with steam, creating a hazy, enchanting atmosphere.

e was not just someone who wielded a big stick—he knew when to offer a sweet reward.