Deva Wizard: The Great Xian in King Arthur's Realm

The gleam in the boy’s eyes shined out joyfully when he found out about this strange energy that could surprisingly cultivate power.

Wasting no time, he rushed into meditation and absorbed that energy. The distillation started furiously changing the unfamiliar energy into Xian energy.

By his calculation, before today’s sunset, he had to cultivate his power to reach the zone of the next level.

The invisible stream of this bizarre energy steadily flowed into the boy’s body. And right at the moment, a memory surfaced.

It cleared up the question in his mind.

The truth was this strange energy was called “magical power” in this place. With the general residents of this world, this magical power could be generated by the gifted ones only.

If one could sense this bizarre energy, that person would be able to use the magic power. And he or she would be called a wizard.

In this world, not everyone could exercise magical power; most people here were ordinary. Thus, wizards were a marginal and more supreme group of people.

Magic was the science of nature and wizards were able to create magical powers out of nature. In other words, magic was based on the 6 natural elements:

The main six included earth, water, wind, fire, light, and darkness.

These elements were not much different from the previous memory. They were just deducted from eight to six elements. Gold and wood were not counted as the main elements in this realm.

Wizards were those people who could feel the magical powers; they could borrow natural power and turn them into magic for a spell.

Initially, wizards would be grouped, orderly, by the levels of power in their bodies.

The new wizards were called “novices.” And to get to the novice level, the only condition was that they must be able to sense the magical power.

As long as a person could sense the magical force, he or she was able to become a novice practitioner.

After the magical power accumulation had been going on for quite some time, Maye, Merlin’s mother walked into the room; she brought the food for her child.

Merlin withdrew from the practice and got back to Maye.

Her eyes were filled with the sense of motherhood. She, with care, looked at the boy devouring her food. Numberless questions were asked swimmingly. The two talked while the room was being filled with a family atmosphere.

When she saw that Merlin had finished his meal, Maye took care of the dishes and left Merlin to rest in his room.

Merlin then continued cultivating his power immediately. The absorbed magical energy being distilled and turned into Xian energy accelerated his cultivation immensely.

After a while, he felt, in his body, the maximum limit of the first stage. There was only a thin line for him to cross to the second stage of vital essence accumulation.

Suddenly, an unexpected event happened!

Out of nowhere, waves of the familiar energy interfered; his senses were quaking. As the presence of the powerful force was moving up close, tenderly touching his soul once; his whole body trembled.

“This is not a presence of magical powers,” Merlin said, surprised.

It was the presence of Xian vital energy!!

Only practitioners would be aware of this energy. With this feeling from his experience, it was the reaching of the blooming stage.

To become an ascetic practitioner, it started with Qi accumulation and then, chronologically, ‘stem-building,’ ‘budding,’ ‘blooming,’ and ‘withering’ stages.

And this feeling just now was the feeling of a person who had just succeeded the blooming stage.

Heaven! What was happening?

There were other practitioners other than him in this realm?

In the past, he spent three hundred years to reach the blooming stage’s zone. But this place was in a beneficial magical power stream state.

Magical powers were a great source of powers; practicing here took less time to cultivate energy.

The one who had just achieved the blooming stage had to have been here at least for several decades.

Meeting another practitioner in this realm is not a desirable situation, let alone a practitioner who had just made it through the blooming stage. This was an awful scenario.

To describe the realm of practitioners’ nature, the first factor was personal gain. In this realm, there were no true friends or permanent enemies. Even the bonds between comrades or students and masters were hard to find.

The truly generous ones were rare in the practitioners’ world.

Most practitioners called it the ‘Law of the Jungle,’ the law saying only the powerful ones were able to reap the benefits righteously. And that righteousness was strength and power.

He, in the past world, was also in these cycles.

In his final days, he became a practitioner in the zone of the withering stage, which was the highest stage of all. His status then was one of the most powerful people in the practitioners’ world.

In the old days, there were only a few people at the same stage; and the people at the lower stages never interested him.

All the young practitioners called him the ancestor. Just by taking a heavy breath, he could frighten those children.

The path to Xian practice was divided into several segments: some cultivated by accumulating Xian vital essence, some used charmed potions to cultivate and some cultivated with special family heirlooms.

Anyhow, there was still another way, a brutal path: stealing the core of others’ vital essence. It was the fastest way to speed up the practice—and also the most vicious way.

The first step of cultivating Xian energy was Qi accumulation. When vital essence was at the ninth level, that practitioner would be able to create Qi’s core.

Having finished making the core, that person would enter the zone of the stem-building stage.

A practitioner at the blooming stage, anyway, could search for another who could establish the core. If that person cultivated the energy using an evil way, they would be able to reap profits from the other’s vital essence’s core.

Stealing another person’s Qi’s core for one’s advantage was not widely and commonly accepted.

Therefore this cultivating mean was called the devil path. Alas, there was still a group of people that took an interest in this.

The higher rank the Qi’s core was at, the more advantages they could take out of it.

Even though this cultivation was considered vile and immoral, the outcome still captivated a lot of people.

This cultivation path was a dark one. Only a few souls knew about it; although they knew, it was not something to reveal to others. So it was not commonly utilized. That was partially because of its condition that allowed only the practitioners from at least the blooming stage.

Besides, if the news about this vicious method being exercised was spread out, that user would be labeled as a heretic. And immediately the more powerful practitioners would take that person down. That was why the practitioners of this path would all fall to death.

Thus sensing a blooming-stage practitioner terrified Merlin. He would not risk encountering this person.

He did not know how many practitioners there were in this place.

Were they those who favored Qi’s-core stealing?

He could not answer these questions.

If it was an unfortunate event and he met a wicked person, with his poor cultivation now, he would definitely get his core stolen.

And as for the person that got one’s core stolen, if still survived, they would no longer be able to practice and cultivate one’s power.

This thought made Merlin’s heart sink in fear.

From now on, Merlin was determined to hide his identity as a practitioner; this was the secret no one could know.

“I will have to live in this boy’s body, without making any flaws, until the time that I’m strong enough. Then I won’t conceal my identity anymore.”