Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 144: Shifting Responsibility

Mr.Jones spoke eloquently, his face adorned with a gentle smile.

Suddenly, he extended his leg and kicked over a chair. As the chair fell, a sliver of light entered the room, reviving the previously pleasant atmosphere.

The air in the room became fresh again, carrying the comforting warmth of sunlight. It was like enjoying an afternoon tea on a recliner under the sun—a testament to the formation’s subtle effects.

**"Consul, the principles of formations and energy field of the environment are but tools to aid us. Do not delve too deeply into them.

I have shared my insights with you, and I hope they provide some benefit.

’Flies seek light on paper; they never see the true path.

When they stumble upon the road they came from, they realize how much their lives were deceived by their eyes.’"**

"Mr.Jonesbids farewell."

With that, the refined scholar gracefully departed on his own, exuding the lofty aura of a free-spirited wanderer.

Aizen gazed at the toppled chair, deep in thought, before breaking into a faint, self-deprecating smile.

Mr. Jones truly lived up to his reputation as a energy field of the environment master, carrying an innate arrogance. Though he offered guidance, he had compared Aizen to a lowly fly.

Still, his words weren’t without merit. Mastering the art of formations and energy field of the environment could easily take a lifetime for the average person.

For a Sorcery artist, dedicating a lifetime solely to the pursuit of Sorcery excellence already feels insufficient. How could there be time or energy left to delve into the intricacies of energy field of the environment?

However, Aizen wasn’t just anyone. If he had access to recorded knowledge about formations and energy field of the environment, his system would allow him to absorb it in an instant.

Even an entry-level understanding could prove highly beneficial.

While formations and energy field of the environment may seem auxiliary, when applied correctly, they could significantly enhance his combat strength and cultivation progress.

Unfortunately, despite Aizen’s desire to learn, it was clear that Mr.Jones had no intention of passing on his knowledge.

"Christopher ," Aizen called as he stepped out of the hall.

Immediately, a brawny man in soft armor strode forward, flanked by four others.

"Consul," the man saluted, his burly frame exuding strength. It was none other than Christopher .

**"Follow Mr.Jones back to his residence. Once you’re there, use any means necessary to obtain his insights on Christopher formations, along with his lifetime’s secret manuscripts.

Remember, I care only about results. If you fail..."**

Aizen left the rest unsaid, turning and walking in another direction.

"Yes, I will not disappoint you, Consul," energy field of the environment declared firmly, saluting before leading his men away.

Though energy field of the environment was straightforward and reliable, he was far from merciful. Aizen’s meaning was crystal clear to him—and he could deliver.

This was the first task Aizen had entrusted to him, a test of his capability and loyalty.

energy field of the environment understood that his future prospects hinged on how he executed this mission. Following such a formidable master meant that every step counted.

Aizen’s unspoken command was evident: if Mr.Jones refused to cooperate, the consequences would extend far beyond his own life, potentially dooming his entire family.

"Such a shame... Some people just don’t know their place," Aizen mused coldly. "I’ve already humbled myself by inviting him, yet he dares to withhold his knowledge. Foolish, truly foolish..."

A cruel smile spread across Aizen’s face, his laughter echoing through the courtyard. The sound sent shivers down the spines of a few servants passing by, who hastened their steps.

Aizen made his way to a dungeon built within the mansion grounds.

Inside the prison, numerous captives were held—prisoners from the recent battle.

Among them were a handful of individuals with late-stage magus body refining strength, bound by steel shackles.

They were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. Unlocking their acupoints and meridians would require at least ten years of internal energy cultivation.

Aizen intended to extract every last bit of value from these prisoners, draining them dry.

The title "Demonic Son" was not given lightly. Aizen’s methods were those of the demonic path—ruthless, unrestrained, and utterly pragmatic.

The dungeon echoed with screams of agony, mixed with curses and desperate pleas for mercy.

Aizen remained unmoved.

Meanwhile, a fast horse reached the gates of Great Plain City.

Seated atop the horse was a strikingly beautiful woman. Despite her beauty, her brows carried a sinister aura.

Her hands were particularly chilling—purple-black in color, exuding a nauseating, putrid stench that was repulsive even from a distance.

The term "ten years of inner power" merely refers to the inner energy an ordinary Sorcery artist could cultivate over ten years.

For someone with exceptional talent, supplemented by medicinal elixirs or cultivating in locations blessed by energy field of the environment, such as dragon veins or phoenix perches, the same progress could be achieved in five or six years.

As for someone like Aizen, who has mastered a unique internal cultivation technique, the process is even faster.

When Aizen emerged from the dungeon, he had absorbed the equivalent of fifteen years of inner power using the Absorption Technique .

This vast influx of inner energy surged through his meridians and limbs, creating a bloated, painful sensation that was difficult to control.

The dungeon now held four corpses.

Aizen had not killed everyone, but those whose inner energy he absorbed had to die. He did not want too many people knowing the secrets of his technique.

The other prisoners had not witnessed his actions and could not deduce what had transpired, so they were spared—for now, as they could still serve as sparring resources.

**"Absorbing ten years of inner power would have been manageable and wouldn’t have affected my control over my strength... But absorbing an additional five years has made it harder to manage.

If I deplete more than 40% of my inner power, I will no longer be able to suppress the foreign energy within me, which will lead to backlash.

Ah, I was too greedy and lost my composure."**

Aizen slowly performed his walking meditation, adjusting his internal breath.

He was human, not a flawless demon, and he was susceptible to temptation and lapses in self-control.

The process of absorbing others’ power was akin to a rapid surge in personal strength, which could be intoxicating.

This thrill of becoming stronger quickly was a trap that many practitioners of the Stellar Absorption Technique fell into.

The technique had a significant flaw: those lacking firm resolve often succumbed to the allure of rapid growth, only to bring about their own demise.

Though Aizen had always practiced restraint, this time, he had allowed himself to indulge a little, absorbing five additional years’ worth of inner power.

**"So be it. Having extra inner power merely means I’ll need to spend more time refining it.

Even if I have to suppress some of my strength for now, it won’t matter.

Once I refine these fifteen years of inner power, my accumulated cultivation of thirty-five years’ worth will allow me to rapidly unlock all my acupoints and clear the twelve meridians."**

Exiting the dungeon, a guard approached to report:

"Consul, Steward Simone has arrived in the main hall of the residence. All the senior stewards have already gathered and are awaiting your presence."

The grand hall of the residence was filled, with two rows of seats occupied by senior stewards.

Johnny and Vincent, once the most powerful stewards under Aizen, now sat in less prominent positions.

The arrival of Simone, a newly appointed Consul by the Right Faction, had shifted the balance of power.

Her position was equivalent to Aizen’s, granting her authority over all the stewards and the power to issue commands.

However, her strength was not on par with Aizen’s, and this disparity was keenly felt.

In the world they lived in, power was everything.

That said, Simone was no weakling. Ranked sixth on the Outer Clan Golden List, her strength commanded respect, even from figures like Johnny.

When Aizen entered the hall, he immediately noticed Simone seated on the right side of the main chair.

Dressed in a loose, cinched-waist robe made of luxurious black and crimson silk, her sleek black hair was tied into a high ponytail. Her sharp, cold demeanor and tall, elegant figure exuded an intimidating presence.

She sat upright, her eyes closed as if resting. Her long, slender hands rested on the armrests, their purplish-red hue and iron-like rigidity emanating a chilling aura.

"Oh~ It hasn’t been long since we last met, yet not only have you fully recovered, but your Rending Heart Claws have also reached the pinnacle of mastery?"**

Aizen expressed surprise as he slowly walked to his seat on the left side.

The moment the others in the hall saw him, they all stood and saluted.Simone’s eyes snapped open, and two beams of intense light seemed to shoot from her gaze, striking Aizen directly as their eyes locked.

This was an attack technique aimed at the mind, a spiritual assault.

Clearly,Simone had been resting with her eyes closed, conserving her strength, waiting to strike the moment Aizen appeared. Her plan was to use this mental attack to diminish his momentum and confidence.

Unfortunately for her, Aizen was no longer the man he was "yesterday."

After cultivating the ice Art , his mental strength had more than doubled. Moreover, he had already broken through to the Magus Refining body of Perfection Refined Organs Stage.

For Simone to attempt such mind games in his presence was akin to showing off trivial tricks in front of a master.

In an instant, Aizen’s gaze met Simone’s sharp, blade-like eyes.

His eyes seemed like a magnetic vortex, drawing in all light and focus, deep and unfathomable.

Simone, having taken the initiative to attack, suddenly found her mind thrown into chaos. Her consciousness was flooded with countless illusions and phantoms, leaving her momentarily dazed.

By the time she snapped back to reality, Aizen was already seated in the chair to her left.

"You actually..."

Aizen’s lips parted slightly, her expression tinged with shock and suspicion.

"Hmm?"

Aizen’s brow furrowed slightly, and he let out a soft, authoritative hum.

The sound carried a natural air of dominance, silencing Simone immediately. She instinctively closed her mouth but soon narrowed her eyes, letting out a faint snort as she spoke again:

**"Consul Aizen, I trust you are aware of my purpose here. I am to assist you in managing the affairs of this city, as well as track and investigate the movements of the Twilight Shadow Clan.

This is an order directly handed down by the elders. Have you uncovered any leads on the Twilight Shadow clan in the past few days?"**

"None," Aizen replied casually. **"Since Senior Sister Wen is here to assist me, that’s wonderful.

I suggest you take charge of tracking the Twilight Shadow clan. If you succeed, it will be a great achievement. Rest assured, I won’t compete with you for the credit."**

Aizen’s expression shifted seamlessly to a pleasant smile as he spoke.

He had no desire to meddle with the Twilight Shadow Clan. It was an extremely troublesome cult whose members were reckless fanatics, unlike the shrewd and adaptable types such as Ken ken.

For someone as intelligent as Aizen, dealing with clever individuals was far preferable. The greatest headache came from interacting with those who were stubbornly unreasonable.

The Twilight Shadow Clan embodied the worst-case scenario: their followers were not only unreasonable but also unafraid of death.

"Oh~?" Simone chuckled lightly. **"The illustrious Demon Son, one of the Five Most Outstanding Disciples of the Heavenly Demon Clan’s generation, afraid of the Twilight Shadow clan?

Surely you know that the Clan has offered incredibly rare treasures as rewards this time.

If someone tracks the Twilight Shadow Clan’s movements, discovers their stronghold, and reports it to the elders, they’ll be granted a fifth-Grade Sorcery art, along with immediate promotion to a high-ranking position within the faction.

There are many other smaller rewards as well. Don’t tell me you’re not tempted?"**

**"Senior Sister Simone, I’ve been preoccupied with some matters and focusing on advancing my strength.

Since you’re interested in these minor affairs, feel free to take charge. I won’t interfere,"** Aizen replied, waving her off without hesitation.

Simone mentioned the rewards, which Elder Mustang had also detailed in his letter. However, they were far from enticing to Aizen.

These petty benefits weren’t worth risking his life by antagonizing the Twilight Shadow Clan.

Moreover, the directive hadn’t triggered any system tasks for Aizen, leaving him completely uninterested.

For Simone, a fifth-tier Sorcery art might be a precious treasure, but for Aizen...

What did it matter to him?