I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 730 The Future Path and Anomalies

After discussing Viola, the lab fell silent for a moment.

Clark put the rune pen, which had already automatically recorded the data, back on the pen holder, turned around, and looked at Jemin.

"What are your plans for the future?"

After hesitating for a moment, Jemin still spoke up somewhat shyly.

"Actually... I really want to pursue the path of a mentor."

When he said this, Jemin felt a little guilty, because he knew that even with the blessing of the Dao Integration state, he was still far from being a genius of Clark's level.

Clark's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this; he showed neither surprise nor obvious encouragement, simply nodding calmly. "Your unique learning style is indeed well-suited to my path. Your learning efficiency is at least two orders of magnitude higher than that of wizards of the same level, and the breadth of your knowledge absorption far exceeds what is required for conventional specialization routes. From this perspective, your choice to study all laws rather than specializing in one is indeed more appropriate."

But he immediately changed the subject:

"However, I must warn you that choosing my path will be extremely difficult. The resources and time required to study all the laws versus specializing in just one are on completely different levels."

Jemin thought for a moment and asked, "Approximately how long did the mentor take?"

"Based on my own resource-gathering ability, I spent nearly 100,000 years collecting resources and learning during my sixth-level wizarding stage," Clark said calmly. "Most of those 100,000 years were not spent learning, but earning. Earning military merits, earning resources, earning knowledge, and then investing everything I earned into the research of the next law."

One hundred thousand years...

Jemin silently repeated the number in his mind.

He had seen the lifespan scale of high-level wizards before, and he himself could be considered to have an endless lifespan at this stage.

But hearing Clark say "ten thousand years" still gave him the feeling of being hit by that number.

Then he realized what was happening.

No wonder every time I saw my advisor before, Clark was either processing experimental data, writing papers, or having remote meetings with people on the Magic Network terminal.

He used to think it was just his mentor's personal diligence, but now it seemed that it wasn't diligence at all, but rather the entry threshold for the full-law path. "However, you don't need to follow my path completely." Clark seemed to see through his thoughts, his tone still calm. "You can go your own way. My path is just one of many possibilities, not the only solution, and not even necessarily the optimal solution."

Jemin nodded, but what he was thinking was something else entirely.

He is indeed going to follow his own path.

A path combining the cultivation system and the wizarding system.

This path has never been trodden by anyone else in the wizarding civilization, nor could anyone else possibly trodden it, because the Great Dao Library is solely in his hands. But within this half of the wizarding system, of all the paths he has seen so far, Mentor Clark's all-law path is indeed the strongest.

A level 6 wizard can easily defeat a level 7 living plane wizard, and that's only at level 6; his potential will only become more outrageous later on.

Therefore, he will naturally try his best to imitate and learn from the wizarding path.

As for the other half of the cultivation system, he would have to figure that out himself by flipping through the books one by one in the Great Dao Library.

Clark glanced at him, probably realizing that he had no intention of giving up.

But he didn't try to persuade him further.

There is no upper limit to the lifespan of high-ranking wizards, and there is no mandatory requirement for advanced wizards to engage in battles.

As long as you don't get killed, you can live as long as you want; you have plenty of time to try and fail.

What is an insurmountable chasm to mortals is merely a stage in a long career to wizards.

Moreover, although he was unclear about the specifics, Clark knew that Jemin had considerable resources at his disposal, and his starting point was no lower than Clark's back then.

If he wants to take this path, then let him go.

If one path is blocked, there's always another way.

Even if you fail in the end, the knowledge you learn in the process is real, and for a wizard, accumulating knowledge is never wrong.

"Mentor, I'll head back now."

Jemin gave a farewell bow and turned to walk towards the laboratory door.

He had just reached the door and hadn't even had time to raise his hand to push it open when a very soft "Eh" came from behind him.

Jemin turned around.

Clark stood there, his brows slightly furrowed, looking up at the laboratory ceiling.

That expression was something Jemin rarely saw on Clark's face.

Although there was some vigilance and solemnity, there was more doubt than anything else.

It's like a scholar reading a book who suddenly discovers an ant that shouldn't be there on the edge of the page.

It's not exactly a threat, but it makes you want to pick it up.

Jemin instinctively looked up at the ceiling, but there was nothing there.

It was a standard white ceiling for a laboratory, with several rows of cool blue lighting runes embedded in it, without even a single crack.

He quietly opened his True Delusion-Piercing Eyes, and pale silver starlight swirled slightly deep within them. The ceiling in his vision was peeled away layer by layer.

Surface building materials, runic circuits, energy flow, spatial structure...

There was still nothing.

Clark suddenly waved his hand casually.

The gesture was so casual, like shooing away a mosquito that flew right in front of him.

But in Jemin's vision of the True Delusion Breaking Eye, what he saw was completely different.

The law tentacles that had previously covered the entire plane converged at a single point the instant Clark waved his hand. Countless tentacles silently closed at a point above Clark's head, like an enormous hand gently clenching and then quickly releasing, spreading out back to its original position.

But... there was nothing in that spot where it was being held.

At least, Jemin didn't see anything.

"tutor?"

He tentatively began to speak.

Clark withdrew his hand, his brows relaxed again, and he resumed his ever-present indifferent expression.

"It's nothing serious, just a little bug," he said. "It's none of your business. Go back and think about your own advancement to level six. Even if you really want to follow my approach, you'll at least have to reach level six first."

Jemin didn't ask any further questions.

When Clark said "it's none of your business," he really meant it was none of his business... at least not in his current capacity. He nodded, bowed again, and pushed open the lab door to leave.

The door closed behind me, and the glowing plants on both sides of the corridor continued to emit a soft fluorescent light.

The shadowy girl reappeared at the corner of the corridor, quietly waiting to lead the way for him.

Jemin followed her toward the teleportation array, but the scene he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind.

Clark called it a "little bug," but he couldn't even see what it was.

But he knew Clark's character well; he would never speak without reason.

In the wizarding world, not understanding means not comprehending, and not comprehending means being weak.

Original Benjamin was actually quite proud of himself, especially after hearing about the misunderstanding caused by the Broadleaf Wizard in his attempt to obtain the Body Tempering Method. He was secretly pleased with his current strength.

But Clark's actions just now really calmed him down.

"I... am still far from good enough..."

He stepped onto the spatial teleportation array, and a silvery-white light shone from the edge of the array's patterns.

The sulfurous smell of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane slowly replaced the complex, multi-racial atmosphere of the Clark Plane in the light.

The cool blue light of the lab refocused on his vision, and there lay his unfinished notes on the theory of reflection dimensions, which he hadn't had time to pack up before leaving. The Five Aggregates Rainbow Mirror, processing data, hovered quietly in mid-air; seeing him return, it automatically floated over and gently nuzzled his hand. Jemin sat down at his workstation, beginning to organize his tasks.

The optimization of the Dragonkin's bloodline runes needs to be put on the agenda.

Practical testing of the knowledge of reflection dimensions requires the arrangement of experiments.

And that activation test tube.

But before that, there is one thing that is a prerequisite for everything.

That concerns the matter of promotion to level six.