Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 143 - 144: Entangled in Trivial Affairs

The Magus world is never a place for a lone wanderer.

Aizen never intended to traverse its treacherous waters alone. Though trustworthy people are rare, wielding some authority and enlisting others to work for him could significantly ease his burdens.

Christopher , for instance, showed promise. While Aizen had decided to take him under his wing, it was merely a preliminary judgment. A period of observation would still be necessary.

This was only the beginning. Aizen intended to recruit and cultivate more capable individuals.

Christopher’s talent was decent at best. At over 30 years old, he had only reached the Refined Blood Stage, which was not considered exceptional. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up as a guard captain, overseeing just seven or eight men.

Though his position was modest, his Sorcery prowess was solid. He had mastered two ninth-tier Sorcery arts— Seal Palm and Overlord Fist—to an impressive degree. His skills were not far behind those of figures like Vincent or William.

With further cultivation and a breakthrough into the Refined Organs Stage, Christopher could become a capable leader in his own right.

Shortly after,Vincent and Johnny arrived.

Both men, Aizen’s fellow disciples from the Heavenly Demon Clan, were his subordinates. While Vincent owed his current position to Aizen, neither man could truly be trusted.

Disciples of the Heavenly Demon Clan were notoriously cunning and treacherous, with an endless array of schemes at their disposal.

These two were no exceptions. Their current obedience stemmed only from Aizen’s overwhelming power and influence. Should his position waver, betrayal would almost certainly follow.

Suddenly, a massive black eagle swooped down from the sky with lightning speed.

The bird landed on Aizen’s shoulder.

Standing over four feet tall, its talons were as sharp as steel blades, and its blood-red eyes radiated ferocity. Its feathers bristled like steel swords, each one exuding a menacing aura.

This was a Demonic Eagle, a creature bred exclusively by the Elder of the Demonic Eagles from the Heavenly Demon Clan. Known for its viciousness, it preyed on wolves, tigers, and even humans. It excelled in tasks like delivering messages, surveillance, and tracking.

Aizen extended his hand.

The eagle opened its razor-sharp beak and spat out a bamboo tube.

Taking the tube, Aizen walked toward another courtyard and gestured to the two guards standing at the door.

"Yes, sir."

The guards saluted, opened the door, and dragged out a disheveled young man covered in dirt and dust.

The young man’s face was filled with fury, and his hands and feet were shackled. Upon being pulled outside, he spat at the guards.

"Demonic scum! You will all meet a terrible end!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the demonic eagle on Aizen’s shoulder leapt into action.

With a powerful flap of its wings, it generated a gust of wind and lunged at the young man’s face.

"Ah!"

The young man tried to shield himself, but the eagle’s talons shattered his hand bones, and its beak, sharp as a blade, pierced through his skull.

Crack! Crack!

In a matter of moments, the youth lay dead, his skull riddled with bloody holes.

The two guards, having returned to the doorway, shut the door to block out the panicked screams and angry shouts from within.

When they turned back, the demonic eagle was already feasting on the young man’s brain. Its blood-red eyes gleamed with an even more savage light.

Though they had witnessed such scenes countless times, the guards still felt their mouths go dry, their hearts race, and their skin crawl.

Aizen silently read the letter in his hand. After glancing once more at the eagle devouring the corpse, he shook his head and walked away.

"Farewell, Consul."

The guards bowed deeply as Aizen departed.

The demonic eagle finished its gruesome meal, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Such "treatment" was customary. The demonic eagle would only return to the Clan after consuming a human brain. While the World Association had many personnel, its own members were off-limits, leaving prisoners as the unlucky victims.

During the recent battle, several members of rival factions had been captured.

Most of these captives, with mediocre Sorcery skills, were used as laborers. Female captives were either given to the members for entertainment or, if they performed well, promoted to maidservants.

As for those like this defiant youth, their fates were often sealed.

Aizen, however, was feeling increasingly irritable.

Managing a major power was far from simple. The sheer number of decisions he needed to make daily was exhausting.

While Vincent and Johnny shared some of the burden, Aizen could not trust them fully, leaving many matters that required his personal attention.

What he truly needed were loyal confidants.

If every task demanded his direct involvement, it would drain his energy and leave him no time to pursue greater Sorcery achievements.

Ultimately, to Aizen, power and influence were mere tools for self-empowerment.

While the resources of Great Plain City were immensely useful, if they hindered his cultivation, they would lose their value.

"You can’t have your cake and eat it too."

The letter from the clan, written personally by Elder Mustang, praised Aizen’s accomplishments and rewarded him with 2,000 merit points. It also instructed him to monitor the movements of the Twilight Shadow Clan and report any findings immediately.

Additionally, the Clan would be sending someone to assist him in overseeing Great Plain City.

Aizen recognized the name: Simone.

It seemed Simone had recovered her strength, but how many innocent lives had been ruined by her infamous Rending Heart Claws in the process?

Clearly, Simone’s appointment was not just about assistance. It was a strategic move by the Clan’s Right Faction to curb Aizen’s power and keep him in check.

Her arrival signaled the will and interests of the Right Faction’s higher-ups.

Aizen understood the implications. His authority would inevitably be diluted.

Though he could theoretically eliminate Simone in secret, doing so would only invite further scrutiny and replacement.

The Clan’s upper echelons were not forces he could contend with yet.

For now, his best course of action was to suppress Simone’s influence as much as possible and retain as much power as he could.

Fortunately, this was a world where strength spoke loudest. Even if Simone schemed against him, Aizen’s overwhelming power would swiftly dismantle her plans.

In the quiet room, sandalwood incense curled upward, the open windows casting a mix of light and shadow into the space.

Aizen adjusted the position of the furniture, following subtle feelings of energy flow. Gradually, he arranged a simple formation to influence the atmosphere.

Within this peculiar environment, one would feel relaxed and joyful, significantly enhancing the efficiency of cultivation.

Sorcery arts at advanced levels were more about nurturing the body and mind.

Aizen had reached this stage.

Beyond the Refined Organs Stage, the next step was the Innate Magus Stage, where one would temper the primordial spirit.

He no longer sparred or practiced his martial techniques frequently. Yet, every movement—walking, sitting, lying down—became a form of cultivation.

This was achieved by attuning himself to the flow of his internal energy, familiarizing himself with the strength of every muscle, bone, and meridian. He adjusted his internal energy and bodily functions, adapting to various environments to maintain his body in a peak state at all times.

However, this was merely a method of maintaining his current state. Without sparring or specialized practice, he could not truly advance his power.

After all, he had not yet reached the stage of refining both body and spirit.

"Mr... as you understand it, humans possess a unique aura, and all things in heaven and earth have their own energies. A person is constantly intertwined with their surroundings. That state of perfect harmony is what we call ’Heaven and Man as One.’

How do I adjust my own aura to achieve such a state?"

Aizen turned to look at a gray-clad man in the hall.

This man, pale-faced and beardless, exuded an air of refinement. His gaze was gentle as jade, his tall frame radiating a unique, elegant temperament.

Hearing Aizen’s question, he smiled, his eyes scanning the rudimentary formation Aizen had arranged.

**"Consul, for you to construct such a rudimentary Small Primal Spirit Formation after merely hearing a few of my words demonstrates a remarkable sensitivity to both your internal aura and the external environment.

It seems you are naturally gifted with strong and sharp mental acuity.

However, achieving harmony with the environment to enter the state of ’Heaven and Man as One’ is no easy task.

A person’s life force is known as Aura Luck, while the earth’s energy is called energy field of the environment.

Heaven and Man as One refers to a state of unparalleled harmony between energy field of the environment and the individual."**

With that, he stepped into the room.

Immediately, the previously soothing energy in the room felt disrupted. As his steps grew heavier, the air became increasingly turbulent, and the Small Primal Spirit Formation seemed to crumble without resistance.

Aizen frowned slightly as the surrounding environment changed.

It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm pool, causing ripples to spread and shattering the tranquil harmony.

**"You see, you have some ability to adjust the surrounding energy field, but you cannot yet control your own aura. Without this, you cannot transcend yourself.

When I entered, I became an unpredictable factor in your environment, disrupting your control.

Your formation didn’t account for my presence, so when I stepped into it, it collapsed effortlessly. Without maintaining harmony with your surroundings, achieving unity is impossible."**