Chapter 0043: Practicing Magic

“You actually agreed!” Zhao Ying, the little witch standing by, was so furious to see Huang Long agree to the duel that she couldn’t speak. Pointing at Huang Long, her eyes reddened inexplicably.
She was aware of the matters involving the Huang family and theHill family. It was easy to imagine that Du Fei would definitely not hold back in a duel with Huang Long.
Furious, Zhao Ying stamped her feet hard on the ground before turning and walking away. That stupid cousin! So foolish—she never wanted to deal with him again. What did it matter to her if he lived or died?
Huang Long watched as Zhao Ying left. Though this little brat could be a bit savage sometimes, she still had a good heart. At that moment, he ignored Du Fei’s triumphant laughter and left the academy, heading straight back to the manor.
Of course, it wasn’t long before news of Huang Long agreeing to Du Fei’s duel spread widely.
In any world or place, there are always those who like to gossip and gloat. As the story spread, various versions emerged. But regardless of the version, everyone agreed that Huang Long’s actions were foolish.
Could a freshman who had only been in the academy for two months defeat a senior who was a peak-level fourth-grade magician? Moreover, a freshman who had never attended classes, never practiced any magic, and had spent the past two months hiding in the library—such a super genius? It was almost impossible.
Such ignorance led to predictable consequences.
It was a pity, though, that the duel was to take place in the Lu Tong Kingdom. It would have been great if it had been held in the academy’s arena. But what was this super genius’s intention by choosing the Lu Tong Kingdom? Did he want to bring shame to his family?
Many people found out that Huang Long was the second young master of the Huang family in the Lu Tong Kingdom. Of course, some also mocked Du Fei’s shamelessness—how could a peak-level fourth-grade magician dare challenge a six-year-old child?
When Tang Wudi and the others heard this, they shook their heads in disapproval. Even Yu Qi, who had once held a glimmer of hope for Huang Long, lost all hope now.
Who would have thought that such a talented child would do something so stupid! A peak-level fourth-grade magician challenging a six-year-old—even if he refused, no one would have criticized him. But now, out of pride and inability to withstand pressure, he accepted the challenge. That was pure foolishness!
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After leaving the academy and returning to the manor, Huang Long began practicing magic and combat energy. Practicing magic and combat energy wasn’t bad—it would be helpful both in fighting enemies and for his own cultivation in the future.

Against enemies, magic and combat energy can also serve as a way to conceal one’s true arts and powers. Moreover, they might be useful if one wishes to achieve sainthood in the future. In the Pangu World, attaining the status of a Hunyuan Sage is not something that can be achieved through mere hard work. For this world, the most crucial prerequisite is obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which embodies the laws of the great path. During the teachings in the Zixiao Palace, the Three Pure Ones, Nüwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi bestowed by Hongjun himself. However, Huang Long, whether in his past life or this one, lacked this prerequisite. Therefore, if he followed the cultivation methods of his past life, his highest attainable level in this life would only be the peak of Quasi-Sage, without the possibility of reaching the level of a Hunyuan Immortal Sage. In this world, although magic and combat energy cannot compare to true arts and powers, mastering them is essential. From the magic books he had seen in the Divine Wind Academy’s library, Huang Long knew that the first prerequisite for casting magic is mana, and the second is mental strength. As for mana, Huang Long didn’t need to cultivate it, as experiments showed that the innate true energy in his dantian could be transformed into sea-of-energy mana. With the support of this innate true energy, the mana he generated was no weaker than that of an eighth-level magician. As for mental strength, there was no need to say more—during the talent test, even the ninth-level magician, Deacon Lufat, failed to shake Huang Long’s mental strength despite trying to exert pressure on it. However, just because Huang Long had strong mental strength didn’t mean he could cast ninth-level magic or even forbidden spells; mana and mental strength complemented each other. Magic from levels one to eight posed no problem for Huang Long, but he couldn’t cast level nine magic. Level one: Illumination Spell. Level two: Fireball Spell. Level three: Blazing Fire Spell. … Level eight: Fire Shield. Standing in the courtyard, Huang Long cast each of the fire-based spells from level one to eight one by one. After fire spells came water spells—Level one: Water Condensation Spell, Level two: Small Water Ball, up to Level eight: Torrential Downpour. After water spells came earth spells, followed by wind spells, then metal spells, wood spells, and even spells from elements beyond the five elements, such as lightning and light/darkness spells. As spells from levels one to eight of each element were cast by Huang Long one after another, the ten orcs standing by—Borg and Natt—had their eyes wide open and mouths agape, almost dropping their jaws. Heaven! Is this possible?! They weren’t amazed that their master could master all spells from levels one to eight of every element at the age of six, but rather that he had learned all of them in just one day, no, even just a few hours!

They knew that Huang Long had never learned any magic before. What was even more terrifying was that when Huang Long cast spells from levels 1 to 8 of various schools just now, he didn’t need any incantations. In short, levels 1 to 8—all instant castings!
Borg was fine, as he often stayed by Huang Long’s side. But Nat and the other ten orcs didn’t have such strong hearts to handle it. Their full bosoms heaved with each breath; as the ten of them stood together, their bosoms rose and fell like the sea surface.
Their breathing sounds—huff, huff—were like those of bellows.
After Huang Long stopped, various magical elements still lingered in the courtyard for a long time.
Walking over, Huang Long looked at Borg, Nat, and the others, smiled, and said to Borg, “Borg, get ready. We’re leaving on a long journey tomorrow and won’t return for several months.”
Borg snapped out of his shock, his eyes lighting up as he replied respectfully, “Understood, young master.”
“Nat, you said last time that you had some orc brothers who wanted to follow me, right?” Huang Long turned to orc Nat.
Nat had mentioned this to him before. Anyway, Huang Long wasn’t short of money now, so it didn’t matter if he took in more people.
Nat regained his composure, his face showing joy as he replied respectfully, “Yes, master. And they’re all quite strong, with a solid foundation—each of them has the strength of a warrior at levels 3 or 4.”
“How many?” Huang Long asked.
“A little over three hundred,” Nat replied, looking at Huang Long with some unease.
Huang Long gave Nat a meaningful look and nodded. “I can accept them. But you must know that if they make mistakes in the future, I won’t show mercy.”
Any traitors will be killed without hesitation!
Nat broke into a cold sweat and replied urgently and respectfully, “Master, rest assured. They will definitely be loyal to you.”