597: Chapter 125-126 Old Ginger is Spicy_4 597: Chapter 125-126 Old Ginger is Spicy_4 “There is a saying in the magic world, a senior mage absolutely cannot defeat a mid-level mage who is wearing five magic-amplifying rings.
Yet, a high-level mage with five amplifying rings can never defeat a magic teacher.
Having too good equipnt is definitely a detrint to personal cultivation.
You may see quick results in the early stages, but when you are getting to the later stages, the gap becos apparent, particularly when trying to overco personal limitations.
This will beco an insurmountable hurdle for you.
As soone who also harnesses elental power, I advise you not to rely too much on equipnt in the future.” Master Puskas said seriously to Liu Zhenhan: “This is my advice to you, who I’ve watched grow.
Since the first ti I saw you, I knew your future was boundless.
Don’t let down.”
“You’re right.” Liu Zhenhan’s face imdiately turned solemn.
Mage Saint Chiao was absolutely right.
Ever since he arrived on the Aegean Continent, he had indeed been relying a bit too much on the Golden Figures and magic pets.
He had neglected to cultivate his other skills.
“The Beamon War Song is a unique form of elental power.
If practiced to the extre, it will be no less powerful than magic.” Master Puskas looked at Liu Zhenhan approvingly: “ditation is the only way to gather the power of the song.
You must learn to endure loneliness.”
“Thank you for your guidance.” Liu Zhenhan respectfully acknowledged with a bow.
“Let Joan of Arc first help your warrior Pier with the purification to eliminate the adverse reaction of blood clotting.” The Master laughed heartily: “I have sothing important to discuss with you later.”
“Let’s forget it…” As soon as Liu Zhenhan heard the words “purification technique”, his head began to ache: “If I use the Holy Purification on Vieri again, where am I going to find another object to fight poison with poison?”
“Do you guys really believe that?” Master Puskas looked around in surprise, breaking into hearty laughter.
“What do you an by that?” Liu Zhenhan asked with a frown.
He knew that the old man was feigning ignorance on purpose.
“Do you really think there’s such a thing as using poison to fight poison?
Are you idiots?
Your blood clotting reactions are so severe that it obviously takes longer for Holy Purification to work.
Didn’t you see how your blood clotting reactions have significantly weakened after every holy purification given by Joan of Arc?
Of course, it couldn’t possibly be cured entirely in an instant.
Don’t you understand the proverb, ‘Illness cos like a landslide, but goes as slowly as pulling a thread’?” Master Puskas said with a mischievous grin: “Everything takes ti, doesn’t it?”
“What do you an by fighting poison with poison?” The little nun asked Liu Zhenhan with curiosity.
Yesterday, Helen had dragged her back to another room to sing hymns, so she didn’t know what her father had been saying afterward, and the old man took her away right after.
Liu Zhenhan was dumbfounded, his eyes bulging like a toad.
The whole crowd was taken aback.
They didn’t expect to be fooled by an old man like this through and through.
“Why are you all so surprised?
Can’t a mage of the Holy Vatican crack a joke?” the old man defended himself: “Is everything I say the ultimate truth?
Who made that rule?”
The old man looked left and right, asking questions, his eyes twinkling craftily.
“I’ve really been fooled this ti.” Liu Zhenhan laughed bitterly while continually nodding, “You…
I’m speechless…”
“Purification ti rate?
I think I don’t know either.” The little nun, Joan of Arc, blushed and shyly said: “I need to ask my granny next ti.”
Seeing the helpless expressions on the faces of the two fairies and hearing their bitter laughter, even if they were tricked, they didn’t seem to despise the devious old man a bit.
“You…” Moer pointed at the old man tremblingly for a long while and eventually let it go with a sigh, stomping her foot.
“Alright, enough.
Get back to what you were doing!” Master Puskas waved his hand triumphantly, shooing the crowd, whose eyes were rolling wildly, to one side as if they were ducks.
“You old geezer!” Liu Zhenhan dragged the old man into a corner, lowered his voice and growled: “Did you do it on purpose?”
“Don’t act like you’re hard done by!” The old man sniffed and wiped his finger on Liu Zhenhan’s clothes: “I did it for your own good!
The hero who marries into the Dragon Clan every ten thousand years!
I admire you!”
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