The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 265



43. A Letter

“I always feel like Teacher Meila is hinting at something again.”

Faced with the old loli’s outrageous remarks, Mu En couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but soon, he found himself deeply immersed in Teacher Meila’s ideas.

Constantly stacking power, then releasing it in an instant.

If ten times doesn’t work, then a hundred times, a thousand times; just imagining it, Mu En could already understand what kind of terrifying power would erupt when the number of stacked forces is sufficient.

Moreover, if it’s as Teacher Meila said, this is not a technique, but a skill…

“Exactly, since it’s a skill, then it can be applied not just to the Thunder Strike.”

Seeing through Mu En’s confusion, Teacher Meila waved a finger, revealing a proud loli expression:

“That’s why I said it suits you best, because it’s called a skill precisely because it can be applied to any of your existing techniques.

Whether it’s your footwork or your swordplay, ten layers, a hundred layers, a thousand layers can be stacked infinitely, as long as you can do it.”

“Unlimited stacking…”

Mu En’s breathing became heavy; even just listening to Teacher Meila’s explanation, he knew how terrifying this kind of stacking power was.

But…

“Is this skill something I can really achieve right now?”

Mu En waved his fist.

The release of power is a fleeting process.

How to stack it in an instant and then release it all together seemed to him like an unfathomable task.

“Could it be… that I can only rely on the Eternal Clock’s time dilation to complete it? Wait, hold on…”

Mu En suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Teacher Meila:

“Then you were cheating just now, right?!”

“You think I need the Eternal Clock to deal with a little weakling like you?”

Teacher Meira rolled her eyes adorably:

“I just did that with pure physicality and skill.”

“Pure physicality and skill…”

“That’s right, this kind of skill can be achieved without the aid of the Eternal Clock.”

With a gentle flick of her finger, a continuous rumble echoed through the air.

“In fact, this skill is used in some rare martial arts, but due to its limitations, the effort put in is completely disproportionate to the rewards obtained, so it is naturally regarded as useless by ordinary people.

But you are different; the existence of the Eternal Clock can amplify the results of this skill exponentially.

Because the key to this skill is speed, and in a sense, the Eternal Clock makes you faster on top of that!”

“Faster on top of that…”

Mu En swallowed hard.

His mouth was dry.

Emotions surged within him.

After receiving Teacher Meira’s explanation, he immediately understood how terrifying this skill would become with the enhancement of the Eternal Clock.

If he could only achieve the most basic double stacking under normal circumstances…

A tenfold time delay would mean twenty stacks.

The current limit of sixty times time delay… would mean one hundred and twenty stacks.

One hundred and twenty times the power stacked in an instant! How terrifying that must be!

“Well, do you want to learn?”

Teacher Meira tilted her head, smiling sweetly as she asked.

“I do!”

Mu En clenched his fists, solemnly stating:

“Please, you must teach me, Teacher Meira!”

“Hehe, since my only silly disciple has asked me this way, I guess I have no choice. Can you stand up?”

“Of course!”

Mu En jumped up, gripping Elizabeth tightly.

And Teacher Meira had already quietly stood, once again twirling that small toothpick in her hand.

“Nothing is faster than the progress made in actual combat.”

Teacher Meira smiled, not hiding the vengeful mischief in her eyes, and beckoned with her finger:

“I’m not someone who holds grudges; this time, you can attack first.”

“……”

Thinking of the earlier ravaging, Mu En grimaced, but quickly collected his thoughts, holding his breath and focusing.

In his line of sight, there was only Teacher Meila… and the toothpick in her hand.

“Alright then… I’m here!”

Mu En took a deep breath, his entire body surging with power like a tidal wave, leaving no reserves.

He bent down, like a bullet being fired from a chamber, transforming into a fleeting shadow as he lunged fiercely at Teacher Meila.

……

The time that followed was nothing short of hellish for Mu En.

Though it was a demonstration, Teacher Meila showed no mercy whatsoever. Each time, she pushed Mu En to his limits, and with each moment, he could hear the deepest cries of anguish from within his body.

It was as if she only needed to add an ounce of force to completely shatter Mu En.

Yet, she always hovered on the brink of his collapse, never fully crossing that line, leaving Mu En in a state of desperate yearning.

However, one must admit, the benefits of having an excellent teacher were evident here.

Amidst the immense pain, Mu En could feel his rapid progress.

This progress surpassed anything he had achieved after immersing himself in the dark tome for countless days and nights, experiencing hundreds of deaths.

Any incorrect movement, any misapplied force, even just a slight deviation in his swing, would be pointed out sternly, and then he would be made to remember it through the pain in his body.

Under Teacher Meila’s guidance, he felt like the most unrefined jade, being sculpted piece by piece into something invaluable, destined to eventually shine brilliantly.

……

A few hours later, Mu En was thoroughly exhausted.

Even the flames of the King of Withering within him could no longer muster a shred of strength, and he completely collapsed onto the ground, only to be dragged into the earlier hot spring by Teacher Meila like a dead dog.

The water in the pool, now cooled, still shimmered faintly with golden hues. Mu En’s body, at that moment, resembled a long-starved beast, ravenously and greedily devouring the potent medicinal energy of the water, replenishing the void within him.

“How is it?”

Beside the pool, Teacher Meila, having thoroughly vented her frustrations, asked with a radiant expression:

“Do you feel like you’ve evolved?”

“Evolved? Not really, I feel like I’m about to melt.”

Mu En lay back in the pool, looking at his trembling hands with a bitter smile.

He finally understood why Teacher Meila said this technique was extremely lackluster for other warriors; after putting in so much effort and hardship, the results were still disheartening. With such spare time, one might as well learn how to throw bricks with great force.

Moreover…

“At the end of the day, it still comes down to physical strength, doesn’t it?”

The momentary multiplication of strength would bring about a corresponding increase in physical burden.

Coupled with the burden brought by the time dilation itself, if one’s physical strength wasn’t sufficient, perhaps the attack wouldn’t even hit the opponent before one would explode on the spot.

So…

“Not enough!”

Mu En suddenly stood up, his voice shaking with intensity:

“More, I want more and more!”

“Come on, kid.”

Teacher Meila didn’t move, just rolled her eyes. “With your current little frame, if you keep this up, you probably won’t be able to get out of bed for half a month.”

“Uh…”

Mu En plopped back into the water. “Alright then…”

“But…”

Seeing the disappointment on Mu En’s face, Teacher Meila suddenly broke into a brilliant smile:

“If you like being tortured this much, I can certainly accommodate you.”

“Eh?”

Mu En was taken aback.

Before he could react, he saw Teacher Meila cheerfully snap her fingers.

The scene around Mu En changed instantly.

He was in the air.

And beneath him… was a mirror-like, tranquil pool of mercury.

“Damn!”

Mu En let out a furious roar to the sky:

“You old loli, remember this! If I get the chance, I will definitely—”

Endless mercury began to swirl, gradually submerging that raised middle finger.

…

“Oh dear, such a self-satisfied disciple, I must be a good teacher.”

Listening to the angry shouts coming from below, Teacher Meila stood up, satisfied, and clapped her hands.

Then her expression turned serious in an instant.

“Techniques and moves are trivial matters; with that kid’s reckless nature, he will probably grasp them soon enough.

The real big problem is…”

Teacher Meila strolled back and forth among the sea of flowers with her hands behind her back, her brow slightly furrowed as she muttered:

“Transforming death into life, transforming death into life… Is it really so difficult, even just partially transforming death into life?”

Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and looked to the side.

The space twisted abruptly, and Professor Plang’s voice emerged from within:

“Mentor Meladomir, there is a letter for you.”

“A letter? From whom?”

“It is…”

Professor Plang paused: “His Holiness from the School of Life.”