“Is Evelyn going to die?”
“Boiling water, can anyone survive that? She must be cooked by now!”
“I’m not daring to learn witchcraft anymore. How is this just a little painful? It’s clearly life-threatening. Before even starting to learn, life is already over.”
…
The students around were discussing fervently, but Moros said nothing, just quietly watching Evelyn.
In witchcraft, body strengthening is inevitably painful, but the witchcraft symbols on the cauldron and the power in the herbal soup were enough to ensure that the person in the cauldron wouldn’t die.
The scalded skin would actually heal quickly, and with prolonged strengthening, once trained to the extreme, such a body would become incredibly powerful.
As time passed, some people couldn’t help but vomit, and others were trembling with fear.
Walker, standing next to William, whispered, “William, Evelyn isn’t dead, and I feel she’s going to become stronger from this…”
William raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
Walker nodded, “Do you believe me?”
William replied, “Sure, why wouldn’t I?”
Walker, patting William’s shoulder, said, “With your poor aptitude, the method to become a Soulmancer probably isn’t suitable for you. Why not try witchcraft? I have a feeling it could work.”
William laughed, “I’m afraid of pain.”
Walker sighed and said, “Poor aptitude and afraid of pain, do you plan to stay a novice Soulmancer forever? What’s the difference from being useless?”
William replied, “Being useless sounds good to me. I just want to be a carefree useless person.”
Walker shook his head in resignation, looking like he was dealing with a hopeless case. Finally, he sighed and said, “But don’t worry! I’ll have your back in the future!”
William glanced at Walker and said, “Thanks in advance then.”
Walker, still immersed in his dream of being a gang boss, said, “No big deal. Wait and see! I plan to learn witchcraft!”
Walker clenched his fists, staring intently at the large cauldron in front of him, and said, “I have a feeling that Evelyn’s face will heal. Just wait and see!”
William, now curious, asked, “What makes you think that?”
Walker replied with a knowing smile, “Isn’t it obvious? Look at Master Maximus, is his face disfigured? And once you reach a certain level of power, you can definitely reshape your appearance.”
“Also, Evelyn might not be in as much pain as we imagine. All this could very well be a test by Master Maximus for us!” .
William couldn’t help but nod in agreement, “I think you make a lot of sense.”
At that moment, William’s gaze fell on Lucien, who was not far away. This descendant of Nostradamus had also come to this Soulmancer school.
Moros swept his gaze over everyone present, waved his hand, and two more huge cauldrons appeared in front of the crowd.
“I take back my earlier words. Now, I will take two more apprentices. Those willing, jump in!”
Moros realized that not everyone had the courage to enter the cauldron for body strengthening.
The tribespeople did it because of their faith,they worshipped the deity of witchcraft. So, whatever he said, they would follow, even if it meant walking into death, without any question.
But these people were different.
They wanted to gain powerful strength without paying any price, hoping to effortlessly defeat high-level Soulmancers. They were already scared by the first step of body strengthening.
What use did he have for such people?
Better to have fewer but elite apprentices!
“The last two slots! William, are you going to be a coward for life?” Walker tugged at William, wanting him to join in learning witchcraft.
Before William could react, Lucien had already rushed out, standing in front of a cauldron, and said to Moros, “Master Maximus, my name is Lucien. I want to learn witchcraft!”
Moros nodded, and the cauldron in front of Lucien was already filled with boiling water: “Get in!”
Lucien glanced at William, showing a meaningful smile, then jumped into the cauldron.
He had crossed paths with William…
No, more accurately, he had attempted to confront William.
William had merely flipped a page in his book, breaking Lucien’s Ninefold Stellar Sanctuary magical formation, leaving Lucien still unclear about William’s actual level of power.
But now, by entering the cauldron, Lucien might have just seized the opportunity William had to learn witchcraft.
Seeing Lucien take the lead, Walker bit his lip, let go of William, and said, “I gave you a chance, and you don’t appreciate it!”
With that, he rushed forward while the others were still hesitating, stood in front of another cauldron, and said to Moros, “Master Maximus, my name is Walker. I want to learn witchcraft!”
Moros had already noticed Walker seemed very familiar with William, assuming he might have been recommended by William.
“Very well! Get in!” Moros nodded, signaling him to enter and accepting him as a student. .𝒎
The moment Walker jumped into the cauldron, he let out a scream.
“Holy shit! It’s so hot!” Walker, still a junior Soulmancer with some basic abilities, was scalded and kept yelling out in pain.
He was frustrated, wondering why neither Lucien nor Evelyn seemed to feel the heat.
Soon, he discovered that as the blood-colored witchcraft symbols solidified and merged into the herbal soup, the energy he was channeling was being absorbed and assimilated by some mysterious force.
The pain was intensifying…
“Ah! Damn it! It’s burning me alive!”
Walker’s voice echoed throughout the Soulmancer school, a true expression of agony.
Yet, he didn’t come out of the cauldron, continuously screaming in pain.
Compared to Walker, Evelyn and Lucien were much quieter.
Enduring the same pain, Evelyn, a woman whose abilities had been nullified, bore it without even a whimper.
Such willpower, what couldn’t she achieve?
“The rest of you can disperse! I will only take these three for now!” Moros waved the others away. He had decided that since they were chosen by William, he should teach them well. Perhaps they could change the fate of witchcraft?
The other students dispersed, with other teachers continuing their lessons.
As for Evelyn and the others, they continued to receive body strengthening witchcraft in the arena.
Evelyn had previously received a trace of William’s essence blood, which she hadn’t fully absorbed. Now, the remaining power of that essence blood was slowly being activated.
Her face, burned by the scalding water, kept healing and then burning again.
William didn’t bother with the three of them, instead returning to the classroom to listen to other teachers.
Moros stayed by their side until the next early morning, when the herbal soup in the cauldron finally cooled down from boiling.
When Evelyn emerged from the cauldron, her face showed no change; the previously burned skin had completely healed, as smooth and radiant as ever.
Her powers had been nullified before, but now, she could clearly feel her strength growing.
Just one day, and she could feel such a clear change. If this continued over a longer period…
Updated from 𝘪.𝘤𝑜𝘮