Chapter 81: Disappointment

Li Mochen, who had hurried back to school, was indeed severely scolded again by the grade advisor Richard.

But the skill of thick skin and a brazen face, Li Mochen had already mastered and upgraded to MAX level in his previous life. With an extremely sincere expression, he obediently made a thorough self-criticism to the grade advisor and promised not to be absent without reason in the future, finally managing to get through to him.

After the two afternoon classes ended, Li Mochen, as usual, headed to the Cold Weapon Combat Club, planning to attend Angela's lecture.

He found that although this girl was not as good as him in school coursework, she was incredibly knowledgeable in magical energy, almost at her fingertips when it came to various Western occult knowledge. The two classes she gave him each day were no longer limited to astrology and yoga, but had begun to touch on many modern occult knowledge, parts of top-tier magical energy meditation techniques, and some extremely secret mythological histories of the West.

Although Angela's purpose in citing them in her lectures was only to help Li Mochen gain a deeper understanding of the mysteries contained in the stars, as well as the principles and key points of yoga meditation, this knowledge truly benefited him greatly. This was knowledge that Li Mochen could never find in the internal library of Lindon Academy.

In recent days, most of Li Mochen's progress in magical cultivation was due to this black-haired girl.

But when he arrived at the gymnasium, Angela and her friend named Lina Adric were nowhere to be seen. Li Mochen frowned slightly, feeling a strong sense of disappointment surge in his chest.

This disappointment came from two sources: one was the unfulfilled expectation of knowledge, and the other was due to Angela herself—Li Mochen had experienced it when he was young, so he was very familiar with it, knowing it was the frustration of unfulfilled desire for the opposite sex.

This brought a bitter taste to Li Mochen's heart. As early as six days ago, he had already felt that something was wrong.

The nightly wet dreams that came on time every night were already troubling enough, but what gave him even more headaches was that now, the black-haired girl's beautiful face would pop into his mind from time to time, her every smile and glance making his heart race and leaving him dazed and grinning foolishly.

And whenever Li Mochen tried to forcibly suppress these improper thoughts, his body, even his soul, would strongly resist and reject.

Li Mochen couldn't yet judge whether he had actually fallen for this girl, but he was one hundred percent sure that the part of this body belonging to the original owner had completely surrendered, fallen under the black-haired girl's spell. The girl's attributes of long, straight black hair and gentle, patient personality were, for a young boy like the original owner, a super-scaled weapon that left him powerless to resist.

So not long ago, Li Mochen even thought about whether he should just go with the flow. As the saying goes, blocking is worse than channeling; excessive resistance would only create a rift between him and the original owner's physical remnant soul.

But he hadn't made up his mind yet. If he pursued her without much love or desire himself, it would seem like he was taking advantage of her.

Of course, Li Mochen also didn't ignore the fact that he would most likely be rejected. After all, his behavior in the first few days of meeting her was simply terrible, which certainly wouldn't help him win the girl's favor.

Moreover, the gap in class and status between them could not be ignored. This girl from the Medici family, even if only a collateral relative, was not someone he could aspire to at his current level. Besides, from his observations over the past few days, this girl's identity might not be as simple as she claimed.

Li Mochen felt that if he acted rashly, he would most likely make a fool of himself. Instead, it was better to maintain a cold and aloof demeanor, preserving his 'Immortal King' style.

As for the original owner—he would just deal with it for now. The reason he attended Angela's lectures without fail was also largely to appease the original Li Mochen. Maintaining two hours of contact each day should be enough to suppress the original owner's rebellion.

He decided to quickly raise his cultivation to the Golden Core stage, or correct the deviated 'Heavenly Mind Divine Illumination', and then find a way to push it to the fourth level. This would help him cut off the threads of love and help the original owner sever this superfluous emotion.

So Li Mochen quickly set aside these distracting thoughts and, under the indifferent gazes of those around him, went up to the second floor alone. There he found a magic practice room and began his magical practice.

The duplex mansion he now lived in was actually a small gymnasium, equipped with almost all functional rooms, capable of meeting all of Li Mochen's current needs.

Except for magical energy spells, because the magic practice room there was less than thirty square meters. That was too small; even moderately sized low-to-mid-level spells couldn't be cast. Only the rooms in the school gymnasium could meet the demand, with a spacious 200 square meters, more than enough for them to practice large-scale magical energy spells.

What Li Mochen planned to practice today was the world's basic 'Explosion Flame Spell'. This was a third-level spell, just one of the magical energy spells he could cast at his level.

Li Mochen had actually already learned it, but there was still a huge gap between learning and mastering.

He needed to analyze its structure, try to shorten the incantation, and even achieve wordless casting. In the Primordial Dome Realm, immortals, regardless of the immortal arts they practiced, would simplify the casting process as much as possible, and the situation was similar for magical energy professionals in this world.

As the saying goes, in martial arts under heaven, speed alone is unbeatable; the same applies to magic and immortal arts. Clearly, the magical energy professionals here also deeply understood this principle.

Li Mochen had already watched several broadcasts of professional fighting matches and found that no matter what type of magical energy professional, they never used fighting techniques or spells that required long charging times in the ring.

In fact, for a fourth-level magical energy swordsman, simplifying a spell of the level of 'Explosion Flame Spell' was still too ambitious. Usually, they would need to reach the fifth or sixth level before having enough experience and ability to do such things. And they would proceed step by step, only reaching the ninth level to achieve wordless casting of 'Explosion Flame Spell'. Without special talent, it often required the eleventh magical energy level to cast 'Explosion Flame Spell' instantly.

But Li Mochen was, after all, someone who had once attained the Mahayana stage. Although he was also a beginner in magical energy, his insight and understanding were far beyond those of the original owner's peers.

He was confident that within at most one day, he would fully master this spell.

So in the following time, the magic practice room echoed with continuous explosive sounds. If it weren't for the ten layers of half-meter-thick tempered glass protection in front of Li Mochen, along with a flawless protective array, the impact force from the explosions alone would have been enough to seriously injure him.

After about half an hour, Li Mochen finally exhausted his magical power. He immediately sat down cross-legged and began meditating to recover. Just as he felt his magical power had recovered to about seventy percent, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the door.

With a knock on the door, Louise Lindon pushed it open and smiled at him in a friendly manner: "Hi, Andre! Are you free right now? I'd like to talk to you."