During the day, Xiadam sat upright on a large rock by the river, meditating.
After successfully awakening her Mana by sleeping with the White Dragon Girl that day, she could now sense the flow of Mana between the deep forest and the small stream, and feel the direction of the drifting breeze.
And this was the very first step in Magic cultivation: [Sensing].
“Could it be that I’m a Magic genius?” Xiadam felt smug.
Damn Supreme Sage, you’ll regret making me younger.
Did you think turning me into a girl and stripping away my power would destroy me?
Once I’ve mastered Magic cultivation, when I return to the Magic Tower of the Continent, I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done.
“Hehe.”
Xiadam was completely immersed in her own fantasies, unable to pull herself out.
“Good morning, good afternoon, good evening.” The White Dragon Girl walked over to Xiadam and greeted her.
“Your Human Race language has improved. So, what do you think of my Magic?” Xiadam said with a smile.
“Not even worth a pile of crap.” The White Dragon Girl replied.
“……”
Xiadam’s smile gradually faded.
“You can’t even condense Mana, you’re like a puppy who just opened its eyes—utterly clueless and a total mess. I really don’t know where you get your confidence from.” The White Dragon Girl mercilessly mocked her.
“How come your Human Race language is more fluent than mine?” Xiadam questioned.
“The difference between trash and genius.” The White Dragon Girl sneered.
“I really shouldn’t have taught you how to speak, Xis.” Xiadam felt a bit of regret, though she was only joking.
Having someone to chat with, even if her mouth was foul, was still better than having no one to talk to.
If she had to stay alone in the deep forest, she probably wouldn’t last half a month.
“I think I need a Human Race name.”
“Isn’t Xis your name?”
“That’s a name your Human Race forced on me, not one I chose myself.”
“So you’re not pretending to be illiterate anymore?”
Xiadam could see it now.
When it came to matters of principle or professional topics, the White Dragon would get serious.
At other times, she would just babble nonsense.
For instance, with professional Magic knowledge or naming—these things could not be taken lightly.
“I remember Xis was the name you used when you first destroyed a city.” Xiadam said.
“I remember very clearly, every time I fought with humans, it was always you who provoked and ambushed me first.” The White Dragon Girl retorted.
“I can’t argue with that.” Xiadam gave a wry smile.
The White Dragon King Xis, known as the [Top Ten Evil Dragons’ Leader].
She also had titles such as [Dragon of Arcane], [Abyss of Mana], [Sky Sovereign], and [Dragon King Who Touched the Source of Magic].
Her codenames were no fewer than those of the Nameless Hero, but there were contradictions among these titles.
The White Dragon King was a mage among Ancient Dragons, specializing in Dragon Breath, and extremely difficult to deal with.
Her combat power and destructive force ranked among the top three of all Ancient Dragons through the ages.
But the White Dragon King’s temperament was the most rational and gentle among Ancient Dragons—without exception.
Moreover, she loved flying high in the sky and bore the title [Sky Sovereign].
So, under normal circumstances, the White Dragon King would never attack people of the Human Race on the ground.
But why would such a good Ancient Dragon become the leader of the Ten Evil Dragons?
The biggest reason was actually because of the Rebellious Dragon Knight.
The United Kingdom called him the greatest traitor of the Human Race.
Thus, the White Dragon King, having allied with him, became the most evil Ancient Dragon in history.
So, the White Dragon King’s reputation was indirectly tarnished by a certain someone.
“What kind of name do you want?” Xiadam asked.
“Who is the strongest mage among the Human Race?” The White Dragon Girl asked back.
“…Sheffield. Sheffield-Sis.” Xiadam paused before answering.
“Alright, from now on, that’s my name.” Sheffield beamed, her face full of joy, and she turned to stroll around the estate, unable to sit still.
Xiadam continued to sense Mana, striving to absorb it as soon as possible.
At that time, she would be able to enter the second stage of being a mage: [Condensing].
Another month passed.
“I did it! Supreme Sage, you never expected that I would become a mage, did you?”
Xiadam could now condense a trace of Magic and absorb it into her body.
“Could it be that I’m really a genius?”
This tiny step was extremely important—it meant she had stepped into the circle and become the most, most, most basic kind of mage.
“Exactly right, you’ve successfully evolved into a pile of crap.”
Sheffield was the first to come over and congratulate her.
“If you can’t congratulate me properly, then don’t bother.”
Xiadam looked at her, showing a subtle smile.
She knew that her ability to get started with Magic so quickly was definitely thanks to Sheffield.
She was the [Ancient Dragon Mage].
She was an existence far beyond the understanding of Human Race mages.
If she guessed correctly, just staying by Sheffield’s side could greatly speed up her comprehension of Magic.
In fact, this had happened before.
Back when Xiadam was still a man, he had ridden on the dragon’s head for thirty years.
Scales began to grow on his back, and as he entered old age, his physique not only didn’t weaken but grew stronger.
All these details showed that he was no longer a mere human.
He had been subtly transformed into the legendary [Half-Dragon].
The mysterious power of the Ancient Dragon flowed within him.
Perhaps it was for this very reason…
After being accidentally affected by the Supreme Sage’s Curse Magic Against Ancient Dragons, it took effect on him too!!
“When will I be able to use Magic?” Xiadam asked.
“I don’t know. I can only teach you up to this point. Next, you need to find the Grimoire of the Human Race and learn Human Race Magic. I can’t teach you Dragon Breath.” Sheffield replied.
“Alright.” Xiadam spread her small hands, full of helplessness.
“And with your current pile-of-crap level Mana, what Magic could you possibly use? Small Flame Spell? That I can actually teach you—it’s probably universal for all races.” Sheffield poured cold water on her again.
“Small Flame Spell? That sounds so practical. I won’t need you to light campfires for me anymore, so hurry up and teach me.” Xiadam immediately grabbed Sheffield, pestering her relentlessly.
“I’m not trying to discourage you, but with your current Mana, you can’t even shoot out a Small Flame. I was just saying it casually, didn’t expect you to take it seriously.” Sheffield was speechless.
“I get it.” Xiadam picked up on her hint.
She focused on meditating, gathering and absorbing the Mana from nature, transforming it into her own power.
“I can teach you the simplest incantation in Magic… Destruction.”
Sheffield snapped her fingers, and a wisp of white flame immediately ignited at her fingertip.
But this wasn’t actually flame—it was Dragon Breath.
“So-called incantations are just special words your Human Race uses to focus the mind. I never need them anyway.”
“Magic is just a thought. In theory, it’s the materialization of will. And the most basic thought is Destruction. Then, as thought extends, all kinds of ever-changing attack Magic are formed.” Sheffield explained seriously.
“You being so serious now is a little hard for me to accept.” Xiadam quipped.
“With your current Mana, you can try to see if you can condense a Small Flame.” Sheffield looked like she was ready to watch a good show.
“Destruction.”
Xiadam closed her eyes, focused, and chanted the incantation.
“Pfft~”
After what felt like a long time, a wisp of white smoke puffed from her fingertip, then vanished.
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