Fireball 49
Ye Chen noticed the old man's almost imperceptible frown and knew he might have some opinion about him. However, he was only here to cultivate his magic, no need to mind what the old man was frowning at.
He first entered the Yun family's training grounds.
This vast cultivation courtyard is nearly ten acres in size, with numerous young male and female cultivators dressed in elegant attire standing in twos and threes. There are approximately several dozen people, all practicing various magical techniques such as fireballs, ice arrows, water arrows, and many others.
Inside the courtyard there were also some large and small black iron balls hanging from iron rods with chains, serving as targets for practicing magic.
Ye Chen took one look and knew that it was a Xuan Iron Ball refined from Xuan Iron Ore, a material for spiritual artifacts, with an extremely hard texture.
The cultivators' various spells shot towards the Xuan Iron Ball, testing its power.
Yun Xin finished speaking with the old man and followed him into the courtyard.
"Miss Yun Xin!"
The young monks in the courtyard all enthusiastically waved and greeted us warmly.
"Xin'niang has arrived so early, let's exchange some moves later!" A slightly chubby cultivator laughed and said. He glanced at Ye Chen a few times, but after seeing his attire, he sneered and didn't pay much attention to him.
"Alright, time flies."
Yun Xin greeted everyone, then quickly walked to Ye Chen's side and smiled, "How is it? Cultivating magic here isn't bad, right? This is a low-level cultivation ground, all the cultivators here are at the Qi Refining stage, from level one to three. You can make many friends here, and in the future, you can also exchange tips on magic with everyone."
"This place is quite big."
Ye Chen nodded slightly in response, silently adding a sentence in his heart. As for the matter of sharpening, it's better to avoid it. With youthful vigor, it's easy to stir up trouble. He had unintentionally offended Ma Ruyuan at Beimiao Academy and ended up getting into big trouble in the deep mountains of Beimiao; such things were best avoided.
Yun Xin pointed to the crowd and said, "By the way, have you seen those middle-aged cultivators wearing Yun family robes over there? They are the law guidance instructors here, but they will only provide guidance if you pay a fee. Actually, you don't need to waste your money on that, low-level laws are relatively easy to learn, and we usually just exchange and practice among ourselves. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me directly, I'll definitely teach you!"
Yun Xin was very pleased with herself.
She had only been practicing magic for less than a year and was a newcomer. But in front of Ye Chen, this cultivator who didn't understand anything, she was absolutely an old-timer. Teaching a newcomer made her particularly proud.
Ye Chen took a look at those few law enforcement officers guiding and nodded his head.
Yun Xinsheng was afraid that Ye Chen wouldn't understand, so she chattered on and on, repeatedly telling him how to deploy the fireball and how to attack. Only after Ye Chen had memorized everything did she leave, going to spar with other cultivators.
Ye Chen smiled faintly and then came to a cultivation spot where there was no one else. He calmed his mind and cast the fireball technique.
His primordial spirit released his divine consciousness, sensing the 'Fireball Law Seal'.
The divine sense touched the law seal, and the law seal flashed slightly.
Ye Chen immediately had a very strange feeling, and a stream of magical power flowed out from his palm.
His palms began to feel slightly warm, and grew hotter and hotter.
"Ah!"
A small, weak flame appeared about half a foot above his palm.
Ye Chen continued to infuse his magic power, and after a breath of effort, the small flame began to grow larger, becoming a fireball the size of an egg.
"The fireball has emerged!"
Ye Chen gazed at the small fireball above his palm in surprise.
The fireball is small, but its temperature is extremely high.
Ye Chen was close at hand, feeling this intense heat, and even his palms were almost burning.
Magic is controlled by spiritual consciousness.
"Go!"
Ye Chen didn't dare to slack off, his mind moved and the small fireball shot out towards the front, attacking a one-jin heavy Xuan Iron Ball hanging ten zhang away.
The small fireball wobbled and flew out slowly, falling to the sandy ground less than five zhang away.
A small fireball "Boom!" disappeared, burning a small piece of sandstone on the ground bright red.
"Failed, divine sense couldn't control it well! Let the small fireball attack the Xuan Iron Ball ten zhang away to be considered a successful spell."
Ye Chen felt slightly annoyed.
Not far away, the laughter of several young monks came, "Where did Miss Yunxin find this newcomer? Can't even control a small fireball!" "Look at him, he should be someone who has never been in contact with magic." "The small fireball must be released instantly to have power. His fireball took at least half a stick of incense to come out, by the time his fireball is released, the enemy will have long since run away without a trace." "Nonsense! By the time his fireball comes out, he has already been knocked down by his opponent."
Ye Chen's face turned slightly red, and she pretended not to hear.
He didn't feel much despair, carefully thought about the manipulation just now, and then continued to release the next small fireball.
Cultivating magic wasn't something that could be accomplished overnight, he didn't believe that other cultivators were exceptionally skilled at casting spells from the very beginning. They too had to slowly cultivate their skills over time.
Half an hour later.
Ye Chen released ten small fireballs in a row. Each of the small fireballs was different in size, with varying distances and powers of attack.
He also had some enlightenment in his heart.
"A warrior who has cultivated his body to the ninth level and his internal energy to the first level, the gap in their actual strength doesn't seem as enormous as one would imagine."
"Simply in terms of power, the 'Tiger Leaps Three Consecutive Cuts' unleashed a ferocious force of 2,700 catties, enough to knock down a first-layer Qi Refining cultivator with one slash. The power of the nine knife auras of 'Whirlwind Slash' was not necessarily weaker than that of a small fireball. In close combat between a national guardian warrior and a first-layer Qi Refining cultivator, it's hard to say who would emerge victorious."
"However, the sword technique's attack range is too short, my Qi can only attack within a radius of one zhang. On the other hand, a Refining Qi cultivator's fireball can easily attack from ten zhang away. By the time a martial artist approaches the cultivator, they may have already been taken out by magic. Except for archers and crossbowmen who specialize in long-range attacks, other swordsmen are fundamentally unable to engage in long-range combat with cultivators."
"Moreover, as cultivators continue to cultivate and strengthen themselves, they master more and more spells. Fireballs, ice arrows, wind control techniques, golden bell shields, earth shields, and the like - as long as one learns a few of these spells, martial artists have no chance of winning."
Ye Chen sat cross-legged, pondering in his heart the differences between the Small Fireball and the Tiger Leaping Knife techniques.
He has just entered the first layer of Qi Refining, and his internal spiritual power is extremely limited.
He had exhausted his magical power by launching ten fireballs in a row.
Ye Chen could only sit, holding a spirit stone to slowly recover his magic. Once his magic was fully recovered, he would continue practicing the small fireball spell. Using a spirit stone to recover magic was the slowest method. Ye Chen had seen low-grade spirit wine and spirit dew on street stalls that could restore magic, but even the cheapest ones cost several spirit stones, which he couldn't afford to buy.
