I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 250 - 216 Flaying Skill separating spirit and body

Chapter 250: 216 Flaying Skill, separating spirit and body, yields a coffin and a witch’s soul.

Chapter 250: 216 Flaying Skill, separating spirit and body, yields a coffin and a witch’s soul.

The Witch had been consumed by the “Coffin-Sealing” Sorcery, signaling that Lin An could begin pondering and digesting a solution.

He hadn’t tried using this sorcery, although he knew if he did it would definitely be effective, and extremely badass at that.

But such an act would also mean he was gradually being influenced by the opponent’s spirit.

He still needed to digest it, allowing his own spirit to develop new sorceries from this mold, and only then could he use them at will.

This was the difference between ‘Dizzy’ Sorcery and ‘Oil Painting Vortex Vision’ Sorcery.

However, during this period of time…

There was a minor annoyance.

Wherever Lin An went, whenever he turned around, he could always see a large coffin.

A coffin that no one else could see.

In theory, Lin An shouldn’t be able to see it either since it was a fusion of the mind and a physical coffin, and what he could glimpse was spirit, not mind.

After carefully pondering for a while, Lin An also found an answer.

Because he was consuming the spirit of a Witch codenamed ‘Earth Whale’, and was being eroded by this spirit. At the same time, he was using Mr. Liu’s “Heart-to-Heart Sorcery” to intrude into the Witch’s spirit, so he could see this bizarre mental state through the Witch’s spirit.

It wasn’t a big problem, once Lin An completely digested the Witch’s spirit, he would naturally stop seeing the coffin and the Witch sleeping inside.

But his head wasn’t on board with this plan.

Lin An might not be able to see it, but this thing could still cause him trouble.

Everyone has moments of weakness; who knows when Lin An’s mind might hit a low, and this thing would try to snatch away his spirit.

“Since when is it possible to guard against a thief every single day~~” The ugly head wailed.

As it turned out, having lots of theoretical knowledge wasn’t enough to be reckless.

Learning sorcery through ‘sorcery molds’ was convenient indeed, but nonetheless susceptible to the influence of others’ spirits and minds, let alone Lin An’s current, even more roundabout methods.

Had he unwittingly become haunted by a vindictive spirit?

“You’ve got to solve it!”

While at work, the head was still muttering away.

The solution was actually quite simple: use the flaying skill to separate the mind from the body, something Witch-hunting Knights excelled at. Without a vessel, the mind would naturally dissipate.

Lin An just wanted to tease the spirit a bit.

His mind, influenced by the Witch’s extremely distorted memories and the emotions they induced, felt a ‘wanderlust’ that burned like wildfire, and he began to suspect the head that had been his constant companion.

Lin An knew it wasn’t right.

So he suppressed it, but as he quelled the ‘wanderlust’ emotion, the ‘ambition’ emotion started to rear its head, becoming prominent.

Ambition was a peculiar state of mind. It had the breadth to accommodate the ruckus of a small, bloodied head, and ambition also had far-reaching schemes, always making Lin An think in ways he hadn’t before.

People have spirits, but the spirit of a Wizard is the most mysterious.

Eroded by the Aura of the Spirit World, it becomes ‘activated’ and starts to have its own consciousness.

Thus a Wizard has two sides, the Self of the mind and the True Self Spirit.

With two sides and a self-awareness, there comes a ‘relationship’.

Ambition hoped that this relationship would be a docile one. It couldn’t be like Chen Xinmi’s black cat that always caused trouble for her true self, treating Chen Xinmi’s main consciousness as if it were its own tail.

How to tame it?

A perfectly balanced debt could be one way to tame.

The ugly head, though a part of daily life, was actually something from a different dimension, and it found it difficult to influence the real world. As such, because it appeared in the real world due to Lin An’s Spirit Eye, it always needed to trouble Lin An for something.

If it made too many requests and troubled Lin An too often, it would start to feel embarrassed.

At least, that was how Lin An naturally behaved; he didn’t like to owe others.

The influence of emotions was so subtle that without careful attention, Lin An was already swayed by the ‘ambition’ emotion, delaying things for several days.

He wasn’t a god; it was difficult for him to be perfect in every way.

“I’m really busy, I’m exhausted every day…”

Lin An sighed and glanced at the head, which was looking at him with the same pitiful eyes as Chen Shuyun, indicating his helplessness, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“That’s great!” The head seemed very happy, shaking vigorously, splattering blood water from its hair everywhere.

Lin An turned towards the Witch in the coffin with a headache, trying to reach out and touch it.

Don’t say it—it was actually warm to the touch, very eerie.

As his fingertips slid over it, he paid careful attention, his expression gradually turning bizarre.

The head jumped onto the coffin lid, glanced at Lin An, then looked back down at this thing, and asked somewhat anxiously, “What do you think? Your expression looks like you might have a solution.”

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“Hm…” Lin An pondered, nodding his head, “I haven’t studied the mind, so I really don’t have a way with that, but this coffin seems to have turned into something resembling a Stone Treasure?”

“Nonsense~” the head sneered, “What you know, I can also figure out. That ‘Coffin-Sealing’ Sorcery you’re learning is about absorbing that inert Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Realm, right? Stone Treasures become like that because of the Spiritual Energy with this attribute. This coffin must also be filled with inert Spiritual Energy because of that Sorcery.”

“Wow~”

Lin An looked at it in surprise, “You can actually understand this?”

The head rolled its eyes, “I just can’t think, but I can know your thoughts and knowledge conclusions.”

Indeed, whether it was Miao Miao, the grey wolves, or others, Lin An had known about this for a while.

He licked his lips, “Heart-to-Heart Skewer Fragrance Witchcraft, when I was looking at this document with Chen Xinmi, the latter part recorded Senior Lu Tingyu’s speculation that an apprentice, during the Cultivation Furnace process, could smelt a Stone Treasure into a storage space.”

“It’s sort of like a simplified Furnace Core with specific properties.”

“I was originally planning to use that Three-legged Golden Toad Stone Treasure that Chen Xinmi gave me.”

“But now, this coffin seems quite suitable…”

“That’s great, then you can use this coffin now!” The head exclaimed excitedly.

Lin An fell into contemplation.

In fact, he had already given up on performing the ‘Space Stone Treasure’ witchcraft.

With Mr. Liu’s Sorcerer Zombie’s Wolf Head Ring, he wasn’t in a hurry about it. Although the witchcraft was good, witchcraft itself is a particularly dangerous thing; learning each one was an adventure.

And was this adventure truly necessary?

Lin An looked down at the witch in the coffin; she actually looked quite young, probably about the same age as himself. Influenced by Mr. Liu, she had learned a bunch of Dark Witchcraft, each one a trace of Mr. Liu’s erosion.

Now, that Dark Witchcraft, along with Mr. Liu’s Root Spirituality, was once again drifting away from this witch.

So, could this witch be redeemed?

He didn’t know why he thought of this, maybe because of ambition? Knowing that such a witch, if revived, would be a capable and loyal minion?

Or was it because of ‘twisted cruelty’? Knowing that the witch no longer longed for the drowned world, yet wanting to bring her back to life, making every day of her existence agonizing?

Lin An didn’t know.

He inexplicably felt a Spirit Intuition, perhaps attempting to use this coffin might be a glimmer of hope for the witch’s resurrection.

And this kind of resurrection would be harmless to him.

“Let’s give it a try when we get back!”

In the end, Lin An made his decision.

“Ah? We have to wait until we get back?” The head looked at Lin An and muttered softly to the side, but eventually didn’t bother him further.

Lin An was really busy. During working hours, not only did he need to use the opportunity to draw Mr. Liu’s Root Spirituality, but he also had to portray Chen Shuyun’s White Snake Spirit and create some simple Spiritual Portraits to supplement the basis of the game.

Taking a salary and using the chance to work on his own stuff, the junior boss was still kind to him—it didn’t seem right to take advantage like this. To make the game as perfect as possible, Lin An habitually considered from the perspective of a planner what kind of artistic basis he still needed to provide for the game’s visual aspect.

Today the company had a lot of things to handle; the junior boss held one meeting after another, sometimes requiring the participation of Lin An, the game producer.

By the time he and the junior boss returned to Forest Headquarters, it was already half past five in the afternoon.

With some time before dinner, Lin An went alone deep into the forest and began to ponder the coffin in front of him, the Coffin-Sealing Sorcery, and how to combine it with what he had mastered.

A tangerine-orange light flickered in his chest, and in a moment, his hands too began to spread the trails of tangerine-orange luminescence, gently touching the coffin and the witch within.

From a distance, with the Sky Drifter Eyes, it was observable that Chen Shuyun was searching for him again, seeming to have performed some divination, making her way towards here.

Soon Chen Shuyun arrived beside him, looking at him puzzled.

Lin An didn’t pay mind, continuing to meditate with closed eyes while unconsciously operating.

In midair, a surge of dark gold light flowed, and a Dark Gold Statue slowly raised its left hand, which vaguely held a swirling orb of light.

Suddenly, Lin An opened his eyes, his eye sockets revealing dark gold pupils.

Even after seeing it several times, Chen Shuyun still covered her mouth in shock, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

Mutation, it was the state of turning into a Sorcerer Zombie; she couldn’t understand why Lin An could switch between a Wizard and a Sorcerer Zombie so effortlessly.

And she, sadly maintaining a right hand like a large snake.