Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 60: Getting Through

After bidding farewell to Elder Mustang and leaving the Hall of Affection, Aizen took a long, calming breath.

Today, he’d narrowly navigated a dangerous situation. Those in the position of steward elder for the Left Faction weren’t the type to have reached such a rank by being soft-hearted.

Elder Mustang, whose hair had already turned white with age, was likely close to sixty years old.

Yet he’d not only survived but thrived within the ruthless environment of the Demon Clan. A person like him—calculating to the last strand of hair—wouldn’t let anything slip by unnoticed.

Aizen understood that if he hadn’t handed over the Absorption Technique today, Elder Mustang would have turned to force.

He would have had no hesitation in subduing Aizen, using every means to uncover the truth.

Aizen realized he would have done the same in Mustang’s place. If he knew someone weaker was hiding a significant secret, he wouldn’t waste time; he’d capture them and extract the information. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

As for rules, laws, and respect for order, they meant nothing here. Rules were merely boundaries established for those who didn’t understand how to bend them. The wise knew how to break them skillfully without punishment, while the foolish simply shattered them and invited disaster.

The Absorption Technique’s secret was out now, known to Elder Mustang. But on the brighter side, Aizen had successfully pledged allegiance to him, joining his faction. Elder Mustang was formidable—halfway to the level of innate Magus cultivation and possessing immense internal strength. Aizen sensed that Elder Mustang’s energy was likely more than double his own, a testament to nearly thirty years of cultivation.

Though Elder Mustang wasn’t quite an innate Magus stage expert, his explosive internal power was likely strong enough to kill a tiger with a single strike.

Undoubtedly, he had cultivated with a powerful technique, perhaps not quite on the same level as the Absorption Technique but not far off either.

More importantly, Aizen hadn’t handed over a complete version of the technique. The Absorption Technique without its integration method would lack its full potential, making it even less attractive.

Many cultivators were wary of changing techniques, as doing so required dismantling their internal energy and starting again from scratch—a daunting risk, especially for someone at Elder Mustang’s age. Though the Absorption Technique could help quickly build strength by absorbing others’ energy, its dangers and limitations were clear enough that Elder Mustang wouldn’t risk it.

"He probably didn’t notice the hidden flaw," Aizen thought to himself as he walked down the mountain path to the Hall of Honor at Demon Ox Peak. "Without the integration method, the Absorption Technique is still functional, but it has serious drawbacks."

He replayed the entire encounter in his mind, scrutinizing his actions to make sure he hadn’t revealed anything suspicious.

His decision to offer the Absorption Technique to Elder Mustang served as an explanation for his rapid improvement. To Elder Mustang, this partial Absorption Technique was only moderately useful, and compared to the potential that Aizen’s loyalty and strength offered, the incomplete method was hardly a reason for killing.

"Otherwise, that old fox wouldn’t have assigned me this mission..." Aizen mused. Elder Mustang had instructed him to undertake a specific task, a gesture of trust that further solidified his acceptance into the faction.

Aizen recognized it as a test of his loyalty and a way to cement his status within the Left Faction.

As he walked further, he saw the distinctive red walls and green roof tiles of the Hall of Honor at Demon Ox Peak.

At the entrance stood a three-legged cauldron, incense smoke curling up from within. This was no ordinary incense; it carried a metallic, blood-like scent that infused the air. Aizen knew its origin—it was made by soaking incense sticks in human blood, drying them, and then combining them with certain other ingredients.

The scent, when burned, stimulated the body’s energy flow and could enhance physical resilience.

But regular exposure to this aroma could make someone increasingly violent, even triggering fits of unpredictable aggression.

As Aizen walked through the hall, he encountered several outer disciples. Many of them recognized him, knowing he’d made a name for himself after the morning’s events. Upon seeing him dressed in black, they quickly made way for him, some even bowing politely.

The Hall of Honor in the outer circle was much grander than the hall in the black-clothed disciples’ area, with two stewards on duty—a man and a woman, both in their middle years and affiliated with the Left Faction.

They both gave Aizen a knowing smile. Word had already spread that Aizen had killed Kean, a member of the rival Consolidating Faction, that morning, and had been summoned to Elder Mustang’s Hall of Affection afterward.

His safe return was enough to indicate that he’d joined Elder Mustang’s faction, firmly establishing his place within the outer Clan.

The stewards knew that with Aizen’s impressive strength and Elder Mustang’s support, his future looked promising. They greeted him with subtle smiles, a gesture of newfound respect.

When Aizen left the Hall of Honor, he carried a new set of clothing, a faction insignia, and three introductory techniques granted to outer disciples.

These techniques corresponded to the three core arts of the Demon Clan: the Demon Body, the Demon Blade, and the Sky-Tearing Demon Claw.

The Clan’s greatest treasure, the "Demon Scrolls," was not included in these; it was revered as a Stage above, inaccessible to all but the highest echelon.

Curious, Aizen immediately spent 1,500 of his Wisdom points to quickly learn the basics of all three introductory techniques.

Though they were merely foundational, they were still considered eighth-tier Sorcery arts, hinting at the vast power of the actual core techniques.

From this, Aizen could guess that the Demon Clan’s three core arts likely surpassed the level of typical high-grade techniques, with the Demon Scrolls ranking even higher—a terrifying prospect in itself.

"If the system someday offers me legendary techniques like the Sorcery Heart, the Battle Forbidden Chart, or the Sacred Heart Technique... could any of them match the Demon Scrolls?" The question lingered in Aizen’s mind as he returned to his quarters at Dark green Pavilon. There, he changed into a fresh, practical outfit, tying his hair back in a high ponytail, and fastened the Curtana Sword at his waist, adopting the look of a seasoned warrior.

His refined appearance and weapon gave him a striking, confident aura.

While Aizen had now secured a foothold within the outer Clan, he understood that his recent rise made him a potential target. Elder Mustang’s decision to send him on this mission was likely a way to keep him out of the spotlight temporarily, offering both protection and a test of his loyalty. Elder Mustang had promised to shield him from Elder Rei’s pressures, but he wouldn’t go so far as to protect him from the other elders’ scrutiny. Sending him on this task would keep others at bay and offer Aizen an opportunity to prove himself further.

"Calling it a punishment, making me earn my way back into favor, is just a pretense to save face for everyone involved," Aizen realized. Elder Mustang’s careful maneuvering allowed him to shield Aizen while giving others in the faction a convenient excuse to overlook recent events.