Chapter 354 - 49: Extreme Potential Development, Knowledge Blessing, The 1st Mo Ning Formula

Chapter 354: Chapter 49: Extreme Potential Development, Knowledge Blessing, The 1st Mo Ning Formula

「Great White Birch Forest.」

After the thrilling and tense battle, Mo Ning headed straight back to the Cabin in the Woods.

The moment his Sheepskin Boots stepped into the main hall, it was as if an invisible hand brushed his shoulders, quietly lifting the pressure away.

Only then did he finally, completely relax.

Two feather dusters flew over joyfully, tracing graceful arcs in the air. The rolling sweeper was even more excited, blurring into an afterimage as it whirred and circled around Mo Ning.

In the span of half a breath, the few water stains and lingering dust from the battle on his Black Robe were cleaned away completely.

Mo Ning took a slow breath. The crisp, unique scent of the Birch Forest filled his lungs, and a ripple of pleasure spread through him.

"Mr. Mo Ning, good day!"

Flower’s pleasant voice drifted through the spacious hall. "I sense that your spirit has undergone another wondrous change."

A smile touched Mo Ning’s lips. "Yes, I think so too."

Earlier, in the cafeteria, he had used the power of the [Thunder Crystal Stone] to unleash two incredible strikes of the [Thunder Blade Technique].

The blades hadn’t just cut down the Evil God’s phantom; it was as if they had shattered some kind of barrier in his own Spiritual World.

Since then, he had faintly sensed something deep and powerful quietly gestating in the depths of his spirit.

This sort of thing wasn’t unheard of.

He had read about it in various notes and journals. There were countless cases of Wizards or Apprentices unleashing power beyond their limits in desperate situations, thereby triggering a spiritual metamorphosis.

Wizards called this phenomenon "Casting beyond one’s limits," which developed one’s deeper Spiritual Potential.

In short—Extreme Potential Development.

The Artificial Soul then asked, "It seems you’ve just been through a very intense battle."

Mo Ning didn’t hide it. "Yes."

He gave her a brief and concise account of what had happened in the underwater cafeteria, and couldn’t help but sigh with emotion at the end.

"I originally thought that with the academy’s layers of Witchcraft for protection, its safety was more or less guaranteed."

"But after joining the Arbitration Court, I’ve come to truly understand that this academy is far more dangerous than I ever imagined."

He had recently been reading through the Arbitration Court’s past mission files and had seen far too many stories that sent a chill down his spine.

Within the academy’s heavy protections, the number of apprentices who died unexpectedly for all sorts of bizarre reasons was far greater than he had imagined.

A considerable number of them died in sudden incidents related to Dark Wizards and Evil God Sects.

The battle in the cafeteria had been truly thrilling for him, but on the scale of the Arbitration Court, it didn’t even count as a small splash.

After all, the number of cataloged Abyss Monarchs and Evil Gods in the archives had already reached four digits, which gives you an idea of just how frequently these things happened.

Flower encouraged him in a firm tone, "Mr. Mo Ning, I have personally witnessed you accomplish feats beyond an apprentice’s limits many times. I have absolute faith that in the future, you will be able to stomp all the Evil Gods lurking in the shadows of this world under your feet."

The Artificial Soul’s tone shifted as she offered a rather profound suggestion. "The situation seems to be developing in a negative direction. The Evil Gods are becoming more and more active. Perhaps you should consider mastering some Witchcraft specifically designed to counter them."

Mo Ning nodded lightly. "That is indeed necessary."

Of course, he understood the weight of her words.

Although she resided in the Cabin in the Woods, she still maintained a subtle connection with the former headmaster, Lord Martin. Her statement that ’the situation is worsening’ was almost certainly his judgment.

And he had his own firsthand experience. He had already faced an Evil God twice, and he had even found a malevolent artifact closely related to an Abyss Monarch during his search of Apprentice Town No. 44.

All of this pointed to the same self-evident conclusion—a storm was brewing.

As for Witchcraft specifically designed to combat Evil Gods, it was academically categorized as Demon Suppression Magic.

Besides the [Evil God Strike Technique] that Finch and Bet had used, the most common types of Level Zero Demon Suppressing Magic included the [Demon Pain Skill], the [Demon Whip Technique], the [Demon Slowdown Technique], and the [Demon Slaying Sword].

This type of Witchcraft mostly targeted the realms of the spirit and soul, and their learning difficulty was generally astonishingly high.

This was one of the main reasons why the Arbitration Court only selected its members from among the most outstanding apprentices.

Mo Ning recited inwardly, ’View attribute panel.’

Lines of data silently appeared in his consciousness.

[Spiritual Strength: 3.73 points.]

[Physical Strength: 0.48 points.]

[Spiritual Resilience: 1.18 points.]

[Gao Lei Factor (Divination Calculation Factor): 3.33 points.]

[Main Magic Pool: 199.8 points.]

[Secondary Magic Pool: 21.4 points.]

[Affiliated Magic Pool: 12.4 points.]

[Total Magic Pool Capacity: 233.6 points.]

This spiritual metamorphosis had directly raised his Spiritual Strength by a full 0.02 points, which was by no means a small increase.

Furthermore, the recent growth of his Physique Value had been skyrocketing, soaring from 0.4 to 0.48 points.

He could clearly feel that his reaction time had risen to another level, and even his stamina had increased significantly—as the Noble Lady could attest.

His outstanding performance in the cafeteria battle was inextricably linked to this faster reaction time.

Mo Ning then instructed, "Flower, bring me a stack of scale pattern paper. I’m going to deduce a Soul Witchcraft."

"Of course!" Flower replied, her tone filled with unconcealable anticipation.

A stack of scale pattern paper floated lightly from the bookshelf and landed neatly on the desk in front of Mo Ning.