Wizard: I Have a Cultivation System-Chapter 101 - 95: Imprisoning the Wizard Apprentice

Chapter 101: Chapter 95: Imprisoning the Wizard Apprentice

Leon knew his spine was broken.

But it didn’t matter. He was a Wizard Apprentice, not a Knight.

Although the broken spine had rendered him immobile, as long as he could still think, he could still Cast.

Years of training allowed him to maintain a clear head even through the excruciating pain. He painstakingly marshaled his Spiritual Power and began to activate the Magic Model constructed within his soul.

WHAM!

A heavy blow landed squarely on the back of his head. Leon’s vision went black, and he lost consciousness completely.

Murphy stood his ground, his brow slightly furrowed.

’Where did this guy come from?’

’Why was he after Aurora?’

’No, wait... maybe he was after me.’

Murphy suddenly remembered that the second option presented by the system was due to expire in three days. And right on cue, this uninvited guest had appeared.

Or rather, this being who could be called a Wizard.

Based on the feel of the strike, Murphy judged his constitution to be considerably stronger than that of an ordinary Knight’s Attendant.

Although he was slightly weaker than an Official Knight, with those uncanny and unpredictable methods, even an Official Knight would probably be no match for him.

Murphy had only been able to detect him thanks to his keen perception of the Heaven and Earth Qi.

What was unsettling was that he only noticed the anomaly when the person neared the window. Murphy had observed that the normally smooth-flowing Heaven and Earth Qi in the area outside the window had suddenly fallen into an unnatural state of turmoil. It was like a patch of pixelation suddenly appearing on a high-definition screen; the clear, flowing trajectory of the "Qi" had abruptly become blurry and chaotic.

This discovery sent his sense of crisis soaring.

He couldn’t guard Aurora twenty-four hours a day. What if she encountered such a danger when she was alone?

’And am I, with my current level of Cultivation, truly safe?’

It was precisely because of this concern that Murphy had hesitated for a moment when he struck. He had redirected the fatal blow originally aimed at the head toward the waist instead, only following up with a heavy strike to knock him unconscious.

Ever since meeting Othilia, seeing the dead, mysterious Wizard at the Black Wood Forest Outpost, witnessing Bishop Alberto’s bizarre death, hearing Rotton’s final cries, and encountering Ailendra, Murphy had been eager to gain a deeper understanding of this enigmatic group.

But unfortunately, he’d never had a good opportunity.

Murphy was well aware of the risks of leaving a witness alive, but he couldn’t remain forever ignorant about this group lurking in the world’s shadows.

He hadn’t forgotten that his system was called the [Immortal Cultivation System].

Since the system wanted him to achieve Cultivation in this world...

...there must be beings approaching immortality.

Clearly, Knights were not among them.

Knights were too weak. Murphy wasn’t even necessarily afraid of the legendary Great Knights, who were said to be able to perform Energy Release with their Life Energy.

So, did that only leave the cultivation Path of a Wizard?

In Murphy’s understanding, Knights were equivalent to martial artists, while Wizards were equivalent to cultivators.

It didn’t matter what kind of convoluted high-level martial arts existed.

In a world of Cultivation, practicing martial arts was definitely inferior to practicing Cultivation.

Besides, Wizards had things like the New Realm, the Old Realm, and Plane Waymarks—concepts that sounded far more profound than anything related to Knights.

"Brother, what happened?" Aurora, awakened by the commotion, sat up.

Possessing the Cultivation of a Knight’s Attendant, her senses were already sharp. Moreover, Murphy hadn’t held back in his attack to ensure it was foolproof, which had naturally made some noise and woken her.

Murphy turned to block her view and said with a gentle smile, "It’s nothing. Just a stray cat that got in."

Aurora nodded, her gaze passing over Murphy’s shoulder to the faint outline of a figure lying on the floor.

She said softly, "I trust you to handle it, Brother."

"Don’t worry," Murphy replied gently, but his eyes grew deeper.

He had to thoroughly understand this group, the Wizards. He absolutely could not let something like this happen again.

...

In a dark, cold dungeon, Leon awoke to a piercing pain.

He found himself bound tightly to a cross-shaped rack. The coarse hemp rope cut deep into his flesh, leaving dark purple bruises on his wrists and ankles.

On instinct, he immediately tried to activate the Magic Model deep within his soul, wanting to use his most practiced spell, the [Shadow Escape Technique], to escape.

But just as the Magic Model was about to be released, a sharp, stabbing pain erupted from the depths of his brain, as if countless needles were piercing his consciousness all at once. His vision went black, and he nearly fainted again.

What was more terrifying was that this agonizing pain wasn’t confined to his head; it spread through every inch of his skin, every single bone in his body.

Even every breath brought a tearing agony, as if countless tiny, venomous insects were gnawing at his flesh and blood, or as if his entire body had been submerged in molten lava.

Leon gritted his teeth against the maddening pain and struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, peering ahead through a vision blurred by sweat.

A strange man stood silently before him. He was neither handsome nor ugly, neither young nor old. His face was so ordinary that it lacked any memorable features.

This was, of course, Murphy using the [Thousand-Faced Illusion].

He had not only completely changed his appearance, but his aura as well.

This was precisely why the Wizard hadn’t detected him in the room earlier.

Eight years ago, the Black Light Energy had grown three times stronger after devouring the pink mist. After eight years of arduous Cultivation, it had strengthened by another fifty percent.

And the stronger the Black Light, the more powerful the [Thousand-Faced Illusion] became.

Now, when Murphy used the [Thousand-Faced Illusion], it allowed him to perfectly conceal all signs of life, making him seem like an inanimate object.

At the very least, beings who weren’t powerful enough would never be able to detect him.

"You’re the Wizard who ambushed me?" Leon forced out the words through the searing pain of speaking, his voice as hoarse as a worn-out bellows. "I was blind to not recognize that this is your territory. I’m a member of ’Ghostly Touch’. If the organization discovers I’m missing, they will definitely investigate to the very end."

His words were both an admission of weakness and a threat.

Murphy sneered inwardly.

He was a Baron recognized by the Truth Church Court. Although Wizards were indeed mysterious and powerful, according to the information he had gathered over the years, on this Continent they were constantly hunted by the Church Court like rats in the street.

’What did he have to fear?’

SHING!

Murphy took a pair of specially made Finger Clamps from the torture rack.

The Finger Clamps were forged from refined steel, their inner surfaces lined with fine serrations. Faint, dark red rust stains were visible between the teeth.

He knew that Wizards were not ordinary people like Sylvan. Water torture would likely be ineffective, and he didn’t have much time to slowly torture the man for information.

Therefore, he chose a unique method: using his "Qi" to disrupt the meridians in his captive’s body, amplifying his perception of pain a hundredfold.

Leon looked at the Finger Clamps gleaming with a cold light, a flash of contempt in his eyes.

Their powerful Spiritual Power gave Wizard Apprentices considerable resistance to ordinary torture.

But right now, even breathing was agony. Every inhalation felt like countless fine needles stabbing into his lungs, and every exhalation felt like a searing hot iron branding his windpipe.

The pain from his hands, bound to the cross, was excruciating. The coarse hemp rope bit deep into his flesh, tightening with his every slight struggle.

He endured the tearing pain of speaking and forced the words through his teeth, "You must be a Wizard of the Transformation Series, Your Excellency? We can discuss this. Let’s talk things over..."

Murphy remained silent, merely sliding the Finger Clamp slowly onto Leon’s index finger.

The moment the clamp closed, he circulated the "Qi" in his body, injecting a stream of pure Black Light Energy into the meridians of the man’s fingertip.

"AHHHHH—!"

An utterly wretched scream erupted in the dungeon.