Chapter 207 Ancient One’s age, old enough to be your Great, Great, Great, Great grandma

Saying the Vishanti are sensible is really something else.

Ancient One was so speechless she could only silently watch Strange train.

As for Lucas... he wasn’t worried about Wanda losing control at all. Wanda valued relationships and righteousness; as long as he didn’t drop dead suddenly, she would live a secure and peaceful life for the rest of her life.

However, this didn’t quite meet expectations.

When there’s a chance in the future, he’d stage a grand fake-death drama to stimulate Wanda. Growth, after all, isn’t disgraceful.

Not far away, Strange finally broke down completely.

Seeing the newly initiated junior disciples around him effortlessly conjuring sparks and portals, while he couldn’t even draw a single hair, this proud medical Dr. cursed angrily and frantically shook his aching wrists.

Back when he was studying, he was hailed as a genius, but after changing careers, he became the bottom of the class.

Who could accept this?

Seeing this, Ancient One rolled up her sleeves and stepped in personally, kicking off a devilish special training session for the future corporate slave.

Ancient One walked over slowly, not giving Strange any chance to explain. She raised a hand to grip the back of his neck, seamlessly pierced the void, and directly kicked the famous doctor into a portal that connected to the peak of the Himalayas!

Blizzards raged, with extreme low temperatures of minus several dozen degrees!

Strange was still wearing thin linen clothes.

"If you don’t learn how to open a portal within three minutes, you’ll be frozen completely into an icicle." Ancient One dropped those words and casually closed the door.

Lucas leaned against a pillar, watching Ancient One cheerfully. When it came to methods, the Sorcerer Supreme was certainly not lacking in ruthlessness.

Sure enough, under the absolute compulsion of life and death, human potential was infinite.

Exactly three minutes and a few seconds later, the void ahead was forcibly slashed open!

Strange stumbled out, his whole body frozen blue, his head covered in frost. As soon as he came out, he collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.

At that moment, Strange’s magic talent was completely awakened and activated.

Over the next few months, Lucas and Wanda stayed at Kamar-Taj.

With that page from the Book of the Vishanti, plus the assistance of Sorcerer Ancient One, Wanda’s understanding of magic improved day by day. She not only mastered hundreds of high-tier control spells, but also various large-scale protective spells.

Her control over Chaos Magic had reached a new height of understanding.

Wanda at this moment, if she truly let go and fought all out, could go toe-to-toe with the standard Thanos, and there would be absolutely no problem fighting for hundreds of rounds!

Unfortunately, during battle, Wanda was still too restrained and tied down, causing the destructive upper limit of her Chaos Magic to be tightly blocked by a thin layer of paper.

That afternoon, snowflakes were faintly drifting in the sky.

Wanda ran over mysteriously, her pretty face blushing as she drove Lucas out of the room, saying she wanted to prepare a sentimental little gift.

Lucas coughed.

Over the past few days, Sorcerer Ancient One had already warned them not to be too unbridled at night. The sanctuary was full of bachelors whose pent-up fire had already accumulated greatly on ordinary days; if they provoked them a few more times, her place would have to turn into a match-making agency.

Therefore, Lucas always created a soundproof barrier, which led to Wanda holding back during combat, but opening up completely in another setting.

She even challenged all kinds of play styles.

One can only say that foreigners are indeed not very reserved when it comes to relationships; they really know how to express themselves!

Taking advantage of the time Wanda was preparing, Lucas strolled alone along the snow-covered corridor of Kamar-Taj.

As he walked, he ran right into Strange, who was holding a huge pile of heavy ancient magic books.

A few of them looked like they were stolen.

Because Wanda had studied all night before, even with someone behind her, she hadn’t forgotten to study hard.

These few books were all high-tier magic.

Strange’s level was still not high enough; it was impossible to borrow these books from Wong.

"Hello, Lucas!"

Strange stopped in his tracks and politely nodded to greet Lucas.

At this time, Strange’s temperament had long undergone a complete rebirth, and the magic power within his body had surged several times compared to before. At a glance, it was obvious he had slowly practiced it out by frequently reading forbidden books.

Lucas even felt the power of the Eye of Agamotto.

Unfortunately, the system had popped up a prompt saying that the power of the stones could no longer satisfy the growth progress, and a second absorption was purely an invalid bonus. Otherwise, he would have collected more Infinity Stones and kept absorbing them fiercely.

"Hello, future Archmage." Lucas stopped him with his hands in his pockets. "Your magic power is becoming more and more abundant now. Do you still want to heal your injured hands?"

Strange was suddenly startled, instinctively looking at his own hands, which were still trembling faintly.

He fell silent for a long time and sighed:

"I have already personally opened the door to a brand new World. Compared to saving a few patients, exploring the cosmic mysteries of this Universe is obviously more meaningful... Whether they can be healed or not doesn’t seem so important anymore."

"Oh? Have you let go of the burden in your heart?" Lucas chuckled. "However, healing your hands doesn’t conflict with you continuing to learn magic. Don’t believe Ancient One’s routine too much; she is hiding a lot more things from you guys!"

"I can help you completely restore your hands, and it will definitely not damage the magic pathways within your body."

Strange closed the heavy book and seriously looked straight at the man in front of him.

Kamar-Taj also had internet access.

After Lucas had stayed here for a long time, Strange recognized him.

The badass who single-handedly hugged a nuclear bomb and rushed into the wormhole during the Battle of New York was also a proper superhero.

"The most profound ironclad rule I learned in Kamar-Taj is that everything has a price. What do you need me to pay for you to restore my hands?"

"Smart! I love communicating with smart people like you!"

Lucas smiled, his expression playful.

"Ancient One’s life is just like that; she has already become the shape of the Vishanti. But you don’t have to be like this. You can become my disciple and still have a boundless future and infinite brightness!"

Strange frowned: "The Vishanti are the source of magic, and all our magic power comes from them. If I become your disciple, wouldn’t that mean asking me to give up learning magic?"

"You’re being narrow-minded, kid!"

Lucas raised a hand to lightly tap, rewriting reality out of thin air and creating an illusory Mirror Dimension.

Ancient One loved playing this trick.

Knocking people into the mirror space and fighting in the mirror dimension without affecting reality could be said to be a basic operation for an Archmage.

"This is... You know how to do this too?"

Strange touched the mirror in amazement, and sure enough, it reflected the reality.

"Unlike Ancient One’s, when she enters the mirror space, she needs to borrow power originating from Dormammu, commonly known as dark magic. As for me, I rewrite reality out of thin air."

Strange shook his head: "What nonsense are you talking about? Isn’t Ancient One’s spell source also the Vishanti? How could there be dark magic, and who is Dormammu?"

"This is the part Ancient One has concealed. How old do you think Ancient One is nowadays?"

Lucas asked.

Strange recalled Ancient One’s big bald head. Without hair, it was indeed hard to judge, especially since Ancient One’s face didn’t look old.

"At the very least, she must be in her forties!"

"Wrong! Be bolder and guess higher upwards!"

Strange frowned tightly: "Surely not seventy or eighty, right? Could magic allow people to extend their lifespan?"

"Medical students are still too rigorous. Even when letting you guess wildly, you don’t have that imagination." Lucas smacked his lips. "Your great-great-great-great-grandmother Ancient One is guaranteed to be six or seven hundred years old this year; she has been alive since the Middle Ages!"

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