I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 231 - 202 Will of the Furnace

Chapter 231: 202 Will of the Furnace

Chapter 231: 202 Will of the Furnace

The situation with Zhuang had grown so complex that it far surpassed the imagination of ordinary people, no wonder those Witch Hunter Knights felt it impossible to save him and only thought about handling Zhuang’s ‘afterlife’ arrangements.

First, his Furnace Core had been stolen.

Second, he was gradually turning into a Stone Treasure Statue.

Third, his bloodline was connected to his son, the Caidai Witch, through a strange root.

Fourth, it seemed that before his imminent death, he had a desire to devote something to his son, so now he was in a state of continuously surging Furnace Power toward Caidai.

Interestingly, Lin An had pondered all these issues!

Whether it was the Furnace, Mr. Liu’s root, the ‘soul bridging’ represented by the root, the rhythm of the “Heartstrings Fragrance Witchcraft” contained in it, and the rhythm of the Mind Balance Curse that was intertwined with the energy flow between the two.

Look, Lin An really had studied them all!

It was for this reason that he believed he might have a way to save Zhuang, and he really couldn’t reconcile with himself if he didn’t try his hardest.

At the same time, he seemed to find a possibility for his path of cultivation in Zhuang’s current state.

If he considered Zhuang and the Caidai Witch, who were linked by blood, as one entity, the current state that possessed the abilities of both Witch Hunter Knight and Wizard, where the power of both the Furnace and witchcraft surged, was truly very similar to Lin An’s own state.

Thus, the angle of treatment Lin An found was to give Zhuang a ‘Will of the Furnace.’

Yes, the very thing taught by Mr. Liu.

With this, he aimed to fill the imbalance in Zhuang’s body caused by the loss of spirit.

As for the specific methods, for how to begin, Lin An thought of the technique of creating a ‘Second Furnace Core’ taught to him by the chubby elder Chen Fugui. (177)

In the end, whether it was forging a Furnace Core or a Will of the Furnace, both required spirit.

There was an apparent paradox here: one needed spirit to forge, yet forging was necessary to supplement the missing spirit.

A temporary substitute for spirit was required.

Just fittingly, Lin An indeed had a way.

He could take advantage of Zhuang’s current lack of spirit and bodily defects to inverse-draw his spirit according to his mind and body’s condition.

As for the canvas, Lin An just happened to have the most suitable one—his Spiritual Portrait drawn to mimic the texture of the Furnace Core of the Antler Witch Hunter Knight, which seemed like bronze and ink jade.

All methods were brought to bear!

Lin An was practically utilizing all the abilities he had acquired since entering the Supernatural World!

Without delay, unsure of how long Mr. Lu could hold on, Lin An, relying on his Spirit Intuition, began to extract an ink brush and some commonly used ritual magic casting materials from his Wolf Head Ring.

At this moment, he had no time for concern with others, swiftly arranging candles around Zhuang and the Witch, lighting them one by one.

Then he took out some odd things for the setup, not knowing what to properly arrange for an actual ritual magic, he had to rely solely on this Spirit Intuition.

All he could hope for was that this capability endowed by his intuitive mind would be reliable.

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Finally, he summoned the Ink Jade Copper Portrait from the depths of his being, and began to paint rapidly, reverse-drawing the missing spirit part according to Zhuang’s mind and bodily gaps.

This required the deep intervention of the Spirit Eye.

Luckily, he didn’t need to use the level of Spirit Eye manipulation of the ‘Eyeball Witch Monster’ right now, or else the situation on the scene would have become even more complicated.

Meanwhile, seeing Lin An beginning to fiddle with something, those Witch Hunter Knights became discontented, even those who were on Lin An’s side began to draw their weapons.

“Step back!” Mr. Lu grabbed his greatsword with both hands and thrust it into the ground. Suddenly, a surge of light transformed into a massive bell, enveloping him, Lin An, and Zhuang within it.

The hefty elder Chen Fugui looked coldly at Mr. Lu, “You better think carefully about what you’re doing now,”

Mr. Lu shrugged, “I’m very aware.”

“Good,” Chen Fugui’s expression turned serious, “then don’t blame me, the elder, for bullying you, the junior.”

On a matter of principle, all the Antler Witch Hunter Knights had to step forward to stop Lin An.

A dozen Witch Hunter Knights surrounded them, each drawing their weapons.

Mr. Lu swallowed hard, “Can … can we talk this out?”

Boom~

A giant fist of flowing light slammed into the bell. Instantly, dreadful sound waves started to vibrate within the light shield of the bell, causing Mr. Lu to stagger, almost unable to stand.

“Hey, you’re still a bit green!” the old man in the robe chuckled, “Delaying tactics are useless!”

As he spoke, he began to pound at the bell voraciously.

Pfft~

Mr. Lu spat out a mouthful of blood, evidently sustaining severe shock damage.

His face turned fierce, taking a lunge stance with his lower body, grasping the handle of the greatsword and pushing downwards as he yelled out the technique’s name in a very cliche manner, “Heaven-Cleaving Barrier!”

The robed elder’s expression changed, he tapped a foot and swiftly escaped the bell’s range.

Strands of hair and fragments of his garment floated down; he had narrowly missed being cleaved in two by the barrier slash.

“Impossible!” The robed elder also exclaimed, “That’s not a technique you should be capable of using, plus that’s Mr. Lu’s technique, you … you … ”

He looked at Mr. Lu with uncertainty.

Mr. Lu’s expression turned somewhat cold; he knew that every time he used an Antler technique, it meant that his father’s Antler was gradually transforming his body.

As a son, if he could sacrifice himself to resurrect his father, he wouldn’t be unwilling.