Chapter 7 The True Marrow of Casting

There is no doubt that the Yunlong Chariot is an work that An Ruoran was more successful after traveling through time. Although the level of this mid-level chariot is not high, it can fully implement the owner's thoughts and vaguely achieve the perfect combination of the car and the human being. In his subsequent research, An Ruoran found that the cause of this strange change is that when he casts it, he once integrated a trace of soul fire into the chariot. It is precisely through the control of this trace of soul fire that the chariot can achieve ideal understanding with the caster and exert the effect of using a finger arm.

In fact, this method of echoing the soul fire clone with the original deity is precisely the method of refining weapons by the previous time traveler, and may be commonly called "mark". But for the magic casters in this world, they cannot understand the statement of this magic weapon mark. The only thing they can be sure of is that Master Victor once again created a miracle of remotely controlled casting works with his soul casting technique...

"So that is to say, you used your soul fire to echo this magic typewriter?" After a few minutes of silence, Federer first understood this principle and asked carefully. After a moment of hesitation, his eyes suddenly lit up and he asked in a trembling voice: "Master Victor, since you can control this typewriter, can you control other castings?"

"Of course, just put a trace of soul fire in it." An Ruoran gently turned his wine glass and replied lightly, "In fact, it's not just that. I can even help others extract soul fire-for example, I can cast a new printer and then incorporate Federer's soul fire into it, and then you can type and copy it easily like me."

"Me, I can do it too?" Federer was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the typewriter. At this moment, he suddenly realized what this would mean... Simply put, users will get rid of the monotonous copying work. They just sit next to the typewriter, drink coffee and read a paragraph of text, and can complete the copying that took several days in the past. For magicians, magic casters and nobles who often need to copy, this is simply the best choice to save time and avoid hard work!

It is foreseeable that when copying becomes labor-saving and trouble-free, at what speed will the vast knowledge in this continent be popularized? In the past few thousand years, most creatures without watermarking have had to accept the fact that if they want to acquire some new knowledge, they must share a book with many people, copy it hard, and then take it back and study it slowly. But now everything is different, isn’t it? As long as you have time and resources, as long as you have such a typewriter, you can even build a library in your own home!

But this is not all. Federer slowly moved his eyes away from the typewriter, but immediately thought of more things. He heard it clearly. Victor claimed that he could echo the user with Jibao. What does this mean? A magic sword attacked according to the warrior's will, a barrier opened according to the mage's intentions, a chariot driving according to the intentions of the driver... The gods are on the top, and the entire war will enter a new era of innovation because of Victor's creation!

The gentle cough suddenly remembered, interrupting Federer's wandering thoughts. He reluctantly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and the flushed face of Federer bowed to An Ruoran and said in a deep voice: "Master Victor, my masterpiece convinced me! However, we must conduct careful discussions before we can determine the winner of this game, so..."

Hundreds of magic casters rolled their eyes together and expressed disdain for Federer's words. Is it necessary to discuss? Even if he changed to a fool to choose, he would make a choice without hesitation. Yes, Christine's Pondes war drum is quite outstanding, and it is a super-level work. However, compared with Victor's casting of Kitty, the war drum is a huge difference in both its technique and its influence, even if its level is far higher than that of the magic printer.

"There's no way, you know that the form always has to go away." Federer was a little embarrassed, but he still explained to An Ruoran in a low voice. But before he could finish his words, Christine, who was silent as a stone statue, suddenly sighed softly: "No need, I admit my failure..."

Everyone looked at each other, but they thought the result was taken for granted. An Ruoran smiled slightly and was about to say a few polite words to support the scene, but before he spoke, Christine suddenly straightened her body, looked at her with a slightly suspicious look, and murmured: "But before that, I would like to ask Master Victor a question. Why do you only use intermediate materials?"

A very clever question was asked. Even though Christine did not really find any flaws, she pointed directly at the only doubts in the entire casting process. While hearing this question, the magic casting masters couldn't help but frown slightly, revealing a little thoughtful look - yes, since this effect can be achieved with intermediate materials, why didn't Master Victor use better materials? And what was the purpose of destroying high-level and super-level materials before?

As she asked a question, the atmosphere in the whole hall became tense. The demon casters who didn't know the inside story were discussing one after another, while Vivian, who knew the inside story, grabbed An Ruoran's sleeve, fearing that his answer would bring danger. If anyone didn't care about this situation, then he could only hold a roasted suckling pig and eat it voraciously...

"Yes, Miss Christine's question was very good." An Ruoran smiled slightly, patted Vivian's shoulder and signaled her not to worry. While turning his head to look at the magic caster around him, "Actually, I did this on purpose! Then, if someone could see the profound meaning of me doing this, I would give him a chance to become my student - listen, it's just an opportunity!"

Of course, An Ruoran didn't dare to accept any students. He just used this sentence to create an atmosphere. However, when he heard that Master Victor would consider accepting disciples, the entire hall suddenly fell into fanaticism and chaos. The gods were above him, and that was the most outstanding founder on the mainland in decades. He even had a unique soul casting technique - damn, does anyone know what this means? If he could become a student of Victor...

At this moment, everyone's eyes were spraying flames, and even the high-level and super-level demon casters couldn't help but feel excited. In a moment, the entire hall suddenly cooled from fanaticism to freezing. Everyone lowered their heads thoughtfully, thinking about the hidden meaning of Viktor's strange behavior. A few minutes later, a demon caster slowly raised his head and hesitated: "Master, are you trying to tell us that these intermediate materials are not like those ordinary they look like?"

For a moment, dozens of demon casting masters asked the answer in a mixed manner, but An Ruoran kept shaking his head expressionlessly and rejecting everyone's answer. Christine stood not far away, with a faint light flashing in her eyes. However, before she spoke thoughtfully, a voice suddenly sounded: "Master, do you want to tell us that the materials do not determine everything!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Rui standing on the periphery, looking at this side hesitantly. Perhaps feeling the encouragement in An Ruoran's eyes, he was silent for a moment, swallowing and said, "Master means that materials cannot determine the success of casting. The real key lies in the techniques - such as the master's technique of integrating the soul fire, and how to match these materials to make them play the greatest role."

"Yes, my answer is very satisfied." An Ruoran clapped his hand gently while everyone was gaze, expressing his praise for Rui. He looked at the magic caster around him and said lightly, "Let's take a look at the materials I use! The red magic crystal acts as energy, and the water jade is made of magic pattern buttons. These two materials are very ordinary, aren't they? As for the ink sacs of the two magic jellyfish, has anyone ever thought about using this useless material? But here, the ink in the ink sacs has become raw ink..."

With his introduction, many magic casters frowned and thought, and gradually showed a sudden enlightenment. An Ruoran sighed softly and explained: "But look at the current magic casters, what are you pursuing? Just look at the high-level materials you are pursuing? Then, you squander them at will, and think you have created Qibao? What a stupid behavior. This is an act of abandoning the essence of casting to pursue an illusory appearance. If you don't know how to use materials most reasonably, then even if you give you a bunch of holy materials, it's just a waste!"

The more he spoke, the more he became harsh, and his tone was even more accusing. But even though he was scolded by him, the demon casters still looked ashamed. An Ruoran paused for a moment, but snorted coldly: "Listen, the materials are for us, and should not be our shackles! If you just complain that you cannot upgrade without suitable materials, then what is the difference between this and the soldiers who refuse to join the war because they lack super-level weapons?"

"So as a magic caster, we must know how to use the materials at hand to exert the maximum effect of these materials. Only in this way can we master the essence of casting; only in this way can we move towards a higher level of casting. Otherwise, everyone can upgrade by collecting rare materials directly, so why spend a lot of energy and time practicing casting?"

After saying this, An Ruoran stood coldly and secretly gave a thumbs up for his wonderful speech. Looking at the hundreds of demon casters in the audience, their expressions were so frustrated that they had lost five million lottery tickets, but they were faintly excited, as if they had discovered the right path to find the peerless treasure. In a silence, Federer suddenly coughed lightly and said softly: "Master Victor, did you rely on this understanding to successfully enter the holy level?"
Chapter completed!