dmims Chapter 17: Cultivating All Night!
Chapter 17: Cultivating All Night!
"The basic framework for constructing a large-scale magic mimicry using black mist is now stable."
Suspended in mid-air, Lu Xiaobai looked at the churning black mist below and pondered deeply.
In his deep blue right eye, one could almost see countless invisible energy "chains" above the magic circle, which were connected to the black mist and continuously drawing magic power from it.
As long as the black mist doesn't dissipate, those enormous magical artifacts can continue to exist, and even if they are scattered, they can reassemble within a certain period of time.
but……
Feeling the rate at which the magic power within his body was draining away,
Looking at Feng Baobao, who was slightly sweating and breathing a little unsteadily, Lu Xiaobai had an idea.
The enormous three-dimensional magic circle hummed, its light rapidly dimming, and along with the complex runes on the ground, it vanished quickly like the receding tide.
As expected, the consumption was still too great.
Even though Feng Baobao is currently the main source of magic power, and she has been given a lot of magic-replenishing potions in advance, this level of experiment cannot be sustained for long.
If we expand the scope to the scale of the "Death Mist Array" used against [Black Watson] six months ago...
Lu Xiaobai's gaze returned to the "Demon Envoy Files" floating in front of him.
His deep blue right eye gleamed slightly, and his brain worked at lightning speed, like a sophisticated computer.
Ok……
Without damaging one's own original magic power, it can only last for about 1 minute and 25 seconds.
This is just a relatively simple simulation of "magic mimicry".
His envisioned "magic element mimicry," which is more advanced and closer to real creations, would likely consume an astronomical amount of resources!
A rare sense of dejection crept into Lu Xiaobai's heart.
It seems that even geniuses have their share of troubles.
Of course, this is just the first attempt. Even the complete model of the magic circle isn't finalized yet; it's just a basic "framework." One must take things one step at a time, and eat one bite at a time.
Just like communication tools,
From bulky brick phones to nimble flip phones, and then to all-powerful smartphones, haven't they all evolved gradually?
Given enough time and the necessary resources, these problems will eventually be solved.
Skill is not afraid of those who are determined; what is afraid of is those who are determined but lazy and unwilling to put in the effort.
As the black mist completely dissipated, the enormous creatures that had exuded a terrifying aura within the arena vanished without a trace.
Although the chilling sense of oppression still lingered in my memory, the scene before me had returned to calm.
Zhang Chulan and Xu Si exchanged a glance, both seeing a dazed look in each other's eyes.
Everything that just happened felt like a bizarre nightmare; it all felt so unreal.
"Tsk," Xu Si scratched his messy hair, as if he remembered something, "It seems like every time Xiao Bai comes back from abroad, there's this kind of 'surprise'! My heart can't take it."
In the center of the arena, the Minister of Magic handed Feng Baobao a bottle of dark blue potion.
Feng Baobao took it and gulped it down. The fatigue on her face quickly faded. Without saying a word, she sat down cross-legged and entered a deep meditative state to regulate her breathing and recover.
It seems that he sensed some profound truth in the unseen realm.
Feng Baobao's enthusiasm for practicing so readily also inspired Zhang Chulan and Xu Si who were standing nearby.
Although I know I can't compare to "outliers" like Feng Baobao and Lu Xiaobai, I'm still an outlier, right?
I'll fight for pride, not steamed buns!
The two understood each other without saying a word, found an open space, sat down cross-legged, and began their respective cultivation.
Zhang Chulan began to practice the "Old Farmer's Kung Fu" taught to him by Feng Baobao, and his breathing gradually became long and deep.
Xu Si followed the cultivation plan for controlling the human magnetic field that Lu Xiaobai had tailored for him, closed his eyes and concentrated, with a faint aura surrounding his body.
In terms of strength, these two are among the best of the younger generation in the world of supernatural beings.
Aside from his weakness in "life cultivation" (physical strength and origin), Zhang Chulan's skills and comprehension are both top-notch.
Although Xu Si's talent isn't top-notch, with Lu Xiaobai as his "all-powerful cheat code" providing top-notch assistance, as long as he doesn't slack off, he definitely has a chance to earn the title of "Magnetic Field Master" in the future.
So, in this underground laboratory where no one reminded them or supervised them, the group of people immersed themselves in cultivation and unknowingly spent the whole night there.
……
Noon the next day.
"Xu Si!!!"
A furious roar suddenly erupted at the villa entrance.
Xu San stormed in angrily, searched the living room, kitchen, and bedroom, but didn't see a single person.
His face darkened further. He strode to the heavy iron door to the basement and rang the doorbell forcefully.
The iron gate slid open silently inward.
Xu San walked in with a sullen face, passing through the "steel jungle" filled with buzzing machines and strange bottles on both sides, and went straight to the glass dome in the center.
The sight before him caused his blood pressure to spike instantly:
Besides Lu Xiaobai and his two clones, who were sitting on the ground gesturing at the glowing "Demon Envoy Files," Lu Xiaobai was also presenting his image.
They were whispering about terms they couldn't understand, like "spell nodes" and "energy loop optimization."
As for the others—Xu Si, Zhang Chulan, and Feng Baobao—they were all lying sprawled on the ground, fast asleep! Xu Si was even snoring softly.
"Xu Si!!!" Xu San's roar erupted again, nearly tearing the roof off. "Old Lu is waiting! And you're still sleeping in here?!"
That shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan were startled and sat up abruptly, their eyes still a little dazed.
Xu Si, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, sprang up from the ground with a "whoosh," covering his buzzing ears as if he had been deafened.
"Ah—!" Xu Si let out an exaggerated scream, rubbing his ears. After seeing who it was, he forced a sleepy smile.
"Good morning, Xu San!" he tried to bluff his way out.
"Good morning... good morning, Third Brother!" Zhang Chulan quickly got up, looking at Xu San's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his heart was pounding. He wondered if he should find an excuse to slip away.
Lu Xiaobai himself, along with the Minister of Magic and the Minister of Intelligence, were only briefly interrupted by the shouts before quickly immersing themselves back in their "academic discussion" about magic circles, as if the noise outside was something from another world.
Xu San glared fiercely at Xu Si, his eyes filled with a look that seemed to want to devour him alive.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and turned his gaze to the trio of Lu Xiaobai sitting around the field. His meaning was clear: It's time to go! The mission is important!
Intelligence Minister Lu Xiaobai (the lively one) was the first to receive Xu San's "signal".
He stretched out a big yawn, his joints cracking softly, then hopped and skipped around, moving his arms and legs before walking toward Xu San with a grin.
"Hehe, don't be in such a hurry!" The intelligence minister patted his chest, looking confident.
"With this magician personally taking action, what kind of monsters and demons can we not easily subdue? You agree, baby?" He didn't forget to pull in an ally.
Feng Baobao sat cross-legged on the ground and nodded vigorously upon hearing this.
He even clapped his hands twice, mimicking the Minister of Magic, to show his agreement: "Yeah! A piece of cake!" It seems he's been "infected" by the Minister of Magic.
Looking at Feng Baobao's adorable expression and Lu Xiaobai's liveliness, Xu San's anger subsided a little, but he still snorted at Xu Si in annoyance.
"Chu Lan," Xu Si said to Zhang Chu Lan, rubbing his still-ringing ears.
"You can stay here and keep practicing. If you don't understand anything, just ask Xiaobai, or have him practice with you. You'll improve the fastest through real combat."
Xu San glanced at Lu Xiaobai's true form and the Minister of Magic, who were still engrossed in their research, and reminded Zhang Chulan, "The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is teeming with experts; Zhang Lingyu isn't the only one who's difficult to deal with!"
Then, his expression turned serious: "Learn more from Xiaobaidian, so you can walk a more stable path in the future."
After giving Zhang Chulan his instructions,
Xu San grabbed Xu Si's arm, who was still yawning.
Without a word, he dragged her outside: "Let's go! If you keep Old Master Lu waiting, you can explain it to him yourself!"
Feng Baobao silently stood up and followed.
Intelligence Minister Lu Xiaobai skipped and hopped along at the back, humming a strangely tuned and rhythmically upbeat English song.
The off-key singing echoed through the underground laboratory filled with cold machines and strange bottles, sounding both jarring and strangely harmonious.