I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 255 - 220 Its You Who Laughs the Loudest (Asking for

Chapter 255: 220 It’s You Who Laughs the Loudest (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 255: 220 It’s You Who Laughs the Loudest (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

What exactly is the state of ‘Heart to Heart’?

This time, Lin An truly experienced it.

It was not mysterious, nor was it frightening; on the contrary, it was so wonderful.

So wonderful that it was akin to a person’s soul sinking into a dark, bottomless room with two mirrors facing each other, causing the room to have no boundaries, no endpoints.

Thence, the darkness needed no fearing, and being bottomless lost its meaning.

At that moment, he obtained the reflection of another heart, and atop another soul, he saw himself!

Lin An might not be able to feel everything within the ‘Land Whale’ witch’s soul—yes, that’s how people are, only seeing what they wish to see.

He felt the witch’s longing for ‘home,’ a kind of longing that comes from the pain of realizing what might have been owned was never truly possessed, a frantic longing and profound despair that burst forth after the initial hurt.

These two emotions were not opposed to each other.

They were intricately fused together, so interwoven, so profound, that it lingered persistently within.

And this was the meaning of ‘Coffin-Sealing’ Sorcery, or perhaps, the meaning it held for both ‘Lin An’ and the ‘Land Whale’ witch— the anchor for a soul sunk in despair.

A place to belong, a place to rest.

And this was also the meaning of ‘Heart to Heart’ witchcraft, seeking points of resonance for the two souls.

The collision of souls, the subtle influence between two sorceries, thus turning the tranquil expanse of a foundering spirit into something infinitely vast.

In such a moment, Lin An felt the wonder of witchcraft for the first time.

Indeed, it could also be non-corrosive, not tumultuous, but rather so gentle.

Heart connected to heart, soul igniting sparks with soul to create endless space—Lin An so ardently desired for the first time to understand the heart on the other side.

He had never thought to feel someone else’s soul.

As an orphan, his path had always been fraught with difficulty; the journey towards the so-called success involved drifting aimlessly after the orphanage closed down, culminating in him becoming a programmer in the big city with a salary over ten thousand—he was inevitably closed off internally.

Caring for his own heart was already enough, let alone having the spare energy to care about others.

But at this moment, he really wanted to feel the ‘Land Whale’ witch’s soul.

But it was no longer possible.

He could feel that the witch was already dead, killed by his own hand.

He had destroyed her body.

Of course, perhaps it should be traced back even earlier, to the moment she learned the ‘Coffin-Sealing’ sorcery under the influence of Mr. Liu—when she chose to rest her soul in the ‘coffin’ that was her body, she was already dead.

The living body of the witch carried the traces of her past that Mr. Liu needed her to have, along with Mr. Liu’s soul.

But no matter what, the witch was truly dead; her heart still seemed warm, yet filled with a Stone Treasure-like dullness, devoid of vitality.

“Sigh~~”

Leaving an unfathomable sigh in the Mind Space, Lin An looked at the witch’s soul with a hint of sorrow and eventually returned to his own body.

His ‘Coffin-Sealing’ sorcery was completely mastered!

This was the space extended from the collision of the souls between him and the ‘Land Whale’ witch, and also the evolution of the physical entity that this Mind Space carried.

And there were two such entities.

The ‘Land Whale’ witch’s coffin, and the Stone Treasure rooster that Chen Shuyun had chosen to strip away and bestow upon him to construct this forest space.

He, the coffin, and the rooster together constructed an otherworldly Mind Space sorcery!

It seemed extraordinarily stable.

Yes, the point where the souls of Lin An and the ‘Land Whale’ witch collided and blended endowed this place with a rich hue that was intrinsic to both—a home that gave them a sense of security, as well as a destination for their souls to reside.

In mid-air, Lin An’s dark gold statue, with the ever-changing orb of light it held aloft in its left hand, finally stabilized.

It looked like a sphere composed of three curved surfaces, with the pattern of a coffin floating on one side, named ‘Resting Place.’ Another side bore the pattern of the rooster, named ‘Home.’ A third side displayed the patterns of Lin An and the ‘Land Whale’ witch, named ‘Mind Space.’

Witchcraft is a very wonderful thing.

Lin An found it hard to comprehend what the ultimate mastery of this sorcery represented, yet many sorcerous abilities revealed themselves in a moment of epiphany, instantly understood.

The three-faced orb floated and rotated, the dark gold fingertip lightly touching the surface bearing the rooster pattern that represented ‘Home.’

Thus the transformation of the forest came to a halt.

At this time, Lin An could reconstrue the form of this ‘Home’ in the manner he most desired. But he did not do so, out of respect for Axiu, the sorcerer master who had crafted this space.

The orb continued to spin, the dark gold fingertip once again touching, this time the surface with the pattern of the ‘Resting Place’ coffin.

Thump~

The ‘Land Whale’ witch’s coffin reappeared before his eyes, still in that subtle state of seeming both existent and nonexistent.

Thump~

It vibrated slightly, emitting a peculiar vibrating sound, as if the coffin were opening and closing swiftly.

In an instant, Lin An appeared inside the coffin, lying quietly within.

Thump~

After another vibration, Lin An returned to his own body.

In the coffin, there remained a section of root, a red string, and a pair of antlers.

Lin An returned to the purest form of himself.

This was his very own ‘Coffin-Sealing’ Sorcery.

Based on his understanding of the unity of mind, body, and spirit, he used his own body, his own mind, to pull back his own spirit from the coffin.

The parts that were not his own, Mr. Liu’s will extension (tree roots), Chen Xinmi’s mental and bodily fragments (red strings), and Professor Cao’s Furnace ‘heritage’ (antlers), were left behind in the coffin.

It was a stripping away, a sealing, and also a type of collecting.

Collecting, waiting for the day when he knew how to use it, to take it out again.

“Good lad!”

In a courtyard somewhere in Shenhou City, Professor Cao laughed heartily, and as he laughed, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

That mouthful of blood was strikingly dark gold in appearance, and within the blood, many tree root tips were wildly twisting.

Doctor Zhang peered out the door with a strange expression, looking at Mr. Cao, whose condition was not good at this moment.

This big and mighty strong man was now turned into a dark gold color, resembling a statue, with only his left eye socket filled with squirming tree roots.

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“This… Mr. Cao, did you mess it up?”

Professor Cao laughed heartily, smacking his own thigh with joy, making a sound like metal colliding and jade rubbing, “Right, Lin An, that kid did well, he broke off the antlers I had prepared for him and sealed them.”

“Hiss~~~” Doctor Zhang took in a breath of cold air, his eyes wide as he looked at Mr. Cao, “So you mean to say, the power of your antlers is now impaired, the Sorcerer’s Bloodline that you got from Liu Yuanmou has not been completely expelled, and the Spirit Body Bloodline you passed on to An is also incomplete?”

Ignorning him, Professor Cao stood up and looked at the sky beyond the broken wall, laughing loudly, “There are successors, what is there to fear in death~”

“Damn it!” Doctor Zhang grumbled, “Looking at you in this weird state now feels worse than death!”

“Then don’t look!” Professor Cao snorted coldly, twisting his robust shoulders as the abnormalities on his body slowly reverted back to the appearance of a normal person.

But this was only mimicry.

It was a study of the spirit, belonging to the search for certain traces of existence in this world, capturing the reflection of these traces.

Originating from Mr. Cao’s father’s research. (Lin An’s transforming armor was the result of research by Professor Cao’s father.)

“Get ready.” Professor Cao slowly extended his right hand and gently grasped at the air, seizing a five-meter long Miao saber.

That Miao saber looked quite different from usual.

Its blade appeared dark gold, the back was covered in entangled tree roots, antlers grew from the end of the handle, and the grip was covered in deer fur.

It was a weapon extended from the Furnace Core.

Or rather, it was a manifestation of Professor Cao’s spirit in the real world.

This odd appearance signified that his Furnace Core, his spirit, had suffered terrible erosion.

“Prepare what?” Doctor Zhang was taken aback.

“Your subtle feeling about my current state will be transmitted through your mind to Liu Yuanmou,” Professor Cao twisted his wrist, getting reacquainted with his weapon, or rather, getting familiar with his new state.

“Lin An has succeeded in his cultivation, that cunning guy is bound to sense it.”

“So, it’s about time for this old fellow, who could breathe his last at any moment, to exit the stage,” Professor Cao turned to look at Doctor Zhang, “Antler Leader, it’s your turn.”

Doctor Zhang frowned and looked at Mr. Cao, “What exactly are you planning to do?”

“Hold a funeral for me!” Professor Cao cracked a slight smile, “While I take my last breath, draw out Liu Yuanmou. I’ll help the Antlers, help Lin An, help you, and get rid of this great enemy.”

“If it could draw out the Ghost-Faced…”

He smacked his lips, “Chen Xinmi, that girl, let’s forget about her; she’s essentially good-natured. Let’s leave her be.”

“Chen Xinmi?” Doctor Zhang’s expression was exaggerated, “She’s the Ghost-Faced Witch?”

Professor Cao narrowed his eyes and coldly turned his head to look at him, “You stuffed your mind into Mr. Liu all those years ago, transforming this feeble man into someone with a powerful mind, eventually causing Chen Shuyun to become the Ghost-Faced, and influencing Chen Xinmi to take her sister’s place as the Ghost-Faced…”

“And then, at the Witches’ Assembly, the Chen-style Flexibility Skill and Five Emotions Theory with heavy traces of the ‘Yi’ Branch from that Antler Furnace Skill…”

“If you tell me you know nothing about these matters, I’ll kill you right now!”

Doctor Zhang shrugged and smacked his lips, “Yes, I indeed influenced Liu Yuanmou, and Liu Yuanmou influenced me. Some things can be attributed to me.”

“But damn it, don’t pin every shitty thing on me, thanks!”

He rolled his eyes, “The Chen-style Flexibility Skill, that thing was figured out by that dead fatty Chen Fugui based on my research, all to take care of these distant relatives.”

“Distant relatives?” Professor Cao was a bit puzzled.

“How refreshing~” Doctor Zhang lazily pulled up a chair to sit down, leaning against a broken wall and looking up at the sky, his gaze deep, “Shenhou City isn’t large, and the Antler People have lived here for far too long. Not every descendant of the Antler People becomes a Witch-hunting Knight.”

“Mr. Cao, the truth is, many places in the country are undergoing subtle changes because the relatives of the Witch-hunting Knights are turning into Wizards.”

“The influence of the Spirit Realm on the real world has accumulated over time, leading to an increase in the number of newborns with a Wizard’s bloodline.”

Professor Cao nodded, but he was still baffled, “Chen Fugui, that fatty, invented the Chen-style Flexibility Skill?”

Doctor Zhang slapped his thigh and excitedly turned his head, “So you think it’s ridiculous too, right?”

The two exchanged glances with odd expressions, and somehow, they burst out laughing.

For a moment, the air was filled with a lively atmosphere.

It was as if, in an instant, they had both returned to their childhood.

“This is discrimination, fat people can be agile too. We shouldn’t be like this!” Professor Cao tried hard to return his face to a serious expression, but he failed this time; his spirit apparently started to come alive due to the Wizard’s bloodline and the Spirit Body bloodline.

Doctor Zhang rolled his eyes, “It’s you who are laughing the loudest.”