Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Transmission

  With a bang, the door closed in front of Han Jin. He stood there for a moment, then turned around helplessly and saw Mo Xinkuo, Sasou and others smiling at him.

  "Who made Xian Ni'er angry today?" Han Jin frowned and said, in fact, among partners, due to a moment of carelessness or negligence, some unpleasant things happened, which is quite normal, but since it involved him, it's somewhat depressing.

  "No way." Mo Xinkai shook his head in surprise.

  "Nothing? Nothing will become of this?" Han Jin pointed at the tightly closed door.

  "Didn't you make her angry?" Mo Xinko shouted.

  "I only said one sentence to her, how could I have offended her? And it was a serious matter too." Han Jin said.

  "Ah ha……" Mo Xinkai raised an eyebrow and called out, saying he was clever, yet often did foolish things. Saying he was stupid, he was actually the first to grasp Han Jin's verbal slip: "So you usually talked about improper things with her in the past?"

  "Get out!" Han Jin said angrily, if Xian Ni'er heard this, it would be troublesome...

  "Tsk, tsk!" Mo Xinkai clicked his tongue, he had wanted to say a few more words, but Han Jin's expression was indeed somewhat angry, so he could only swallow back what he wanted to say.

  Just then, Stillberg walked in from outside. Han Jin hurriedly changed the subject and beckoned to Stillberg to come over.

  "Master, is there something?" As soon as he saw Han Jin, a look of joy immediately appeared on Stilberg's face.

  Han Jin suddenly froze, in this nearly a year's time, he rarely worried about Stilberg, not that he had forgotten the past master-slave relationship, but from various angles, he should put his energy on his own practice and polishing the relationships between each elite member, and they experienced one crisis after another, he didn't have time to think too much.

  Looking back, he clearly remembered Stillberg kneeling on the ground and crawling like a dog to beg for a piece of bread. A sense of shame rose in his heart, and he asked softly: "Stillberg, weren't you learning magic with Sasou? How is it going now?"

  "Me..." Stillberg looked at Sasou, unsure of how to respond.

  "Raphael, what kind of joke is this?" Sasuke said with a wry smile.

  "What's wrong?"

  "He just taught me the skills of meditation and learned to release small fireballs, and then he didn't look for me again." Sasuo said slowly: "Do you think, with a ready-made teacher like you, is there still a need for him to learn from others?"

  Han Jin was taken aback, and he understood the underlying meaning in Sasori's words. If they were to learn magic, should they learn ordinary magic from Sasori or that extremely special magic from Han Jin? This choice was simple, and anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't choose the former. Moreover, people like Mo Xinke often spoke of Han Jin, and they all praised the magic he possessed, making Stierberg's ears grow calluses from listening to it.

  "Do you want to learn magic with me?" Han Jin smiled and said.

  Stilberg looked at Han Jin with a timid expression, after a long time, he finally summoned up the courage and nodded vigorously.

  "Come with me."

  "Master..." Stillberg said in a trembling voice, looking at Han Jin now, it was as if he had promised, but he didn't dare to believe that the beautiful dream would come true.

  "What's wrong with you? Come with me."

  Tears streaming down her face, Stillberg was so happy that she almost fainted, and hastily followed Han Jin's back.

  "Is that all?" Mo Xinke stared blankly at the backs of Han Jin and Stilberg, then suddenly patted Sasou's shoulder: "Sasou, I want to learn magic with you too!"

  "Are you studying magic? Are you crazy?"

  "You're so stupid! I can study for a few days and then we'll be like today..."

  "Spare me," Sasori said with a bitter smile, interrupting Mōsuke's words. "Do you think Raphael would listen to you?"

  "Then don't interfere, will you help me or not?"

  "Go away!"

  On this side, Mo Xinke and Sa Siou were making a ruckus, while on the other side, Han Jin had already led Stilberg into his own room. Although they saw each other every day, they only talked about trivial matters, and it was always Stilberg who initiated the conversation. For example: Young Master, it's time to eat; Young Master, your robe is dirty, take it off; Young Master, wait a bit before sleeping, I haven't lit the fireplace yet. Han Jin rarely showed concern for Stilberg because he was always busy with important matters.

  For Han Jin, he must first protect himself and his companions, and try to create a place for himself in this world. For Steilberg, Han Jin is his master, the meaning of his existence! Because from the moment he learned to speak, the environment around him has been instilling a thought into him, loyalty, which has already merged with his soul.

  "Sit down." Han Jin pointed at the chair.

  Stilberg sat down, staring at Han Jin with wide eyes. Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Stilberg's wrist. But Stilberg's heart was racing too fast now, almost like drumming. Han Jin couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you so tense? Relax, relax a bit."

  "Easy, kid, I'm relaxed," Stillberg said quietly.

  Han Jin said helplessly: "Alright, you're good at meditation, right? Start meditating immediately. It's just as well, I also need to think carefully about where to start teaching you."

  "Understood, young master." Stillberg nodded vigorously.

  As he watched Stillberg close his eyes and meditate seriously, Han Jin suddenly realized that he had agreed a bit too hastily. Was he going to teach him the way of cultivating by eating? In fact, it wasn't that it couldn't be done, but rather that some key points simply couldn't be explained to Stillberg, such as the cycles of heaven, the acupoints, and the realm of intention. If these basic common senses couldn't be made clear, how could he possibly cultivate?

  Stilberg had no idea what Han Jin was thinking at this moment, although he looked like he was meditating, his heart was still excited. For so long, the young master had changed from an unknown, down-and-out street aristocrat to the current Raphael, and the changes were all seen by Stilberg. However, in his mind, the young master would always be that young master, whether he was down-and-out or wealthy, weak and sickly or powerful enough to defy thousands of armies. One thing would never change: Raphael was Stilberg's young master, forever and ever.

  However, the only thing that made Stillberg a little sad was that the young master had never mentioned those changes to him, which gave him a feeling of being excluded by the young master. Others have asked him more than once where the young master's skills came from, and he has always been vague in his response. In fact, Stillberg knew that the young master really didn't know anything before, and that begging life, Stillberg still hasn't forgotten to this day, but what does it matter? The young master's decadent days, I will absolutely not tell anyone, Stillberg said to himself.

  Now, the young master is finally going to teach him magic, this is a secret that the young master has never shared with anyone else before. Thinking of this, Stilberg couldn't help but feel excited inside.

  Han Jin thought for a long time and gave up the idea of teaching his cultivation method to Stilberg. Instead, he picked out a relatively easy-to-learn foundation-building technique from his memory that would allow Stilberg to cultivate sincerely and obtain true yuan in his body, making it easier for him to use the talismans he had created. For now, this was all Han Jin could do. He clearly knew that once his knowledge was leaked out into the world, it would have a huge impact, whether good or bad, which wasn't what Han Jin wanted to see at present.

  He woke up Stilberg, who was lost in thought there. Han Jin carefully taught him the skills, such as meridians, which he could only explain as the channels through which sacred elements flow inside the body. During this time, Stilberg also had doubts. He knew what elements were, but what were sacred elements? Of course, he didn't dare to ask. He thought that whatever the young master taught him was good stuff, so he just followed the young master's words and did as he said.

  No matter how strong Stillberg's willpower and roots were, on this first day, he showed a kind of madness, even forgetting whose house he was in, closing his eyes and adjusting his breathing.

  Outside, the curious Mosike and Sasou had not left yet, leaning against a wooden pillar, talking in a low voice. Little Joseph also came to the yard, occasionally looking towards Han Jin's house. Because of his age, Little Joseph didn't have much mind now, and what he thought was all revealed on his face.

  "Come over!" When Little Joseph passed by the courtyard for the fourth time on a pretext, Mo Xinko beckoned him over.

  Little Joseph hurriedly came before Moses, Moses looked him up and down, softly said: "You also want to learn Raphael's magic?"

  "Ah..." Little Joseph was somewhat flustered.

  "Think back to before, weren't you always wanting to learn swordsmanship? Back then no one taught you, what about now? Do you look down on warriors now? Are you sure you have the potential to learn magic?" Moshinkel said in a calm and collected tone: "Don't be too greedy, just honestly follow me and learn swordsmanship." When it came to Han Jing and Steilberg's relationship, Moshinkel was one of the clearest in the team. Han Jing being willing to teach Steilberg magic was normal, but Little Joseph also wanting to learn was almost impossible.

  Little Joseph looked very disappointed, but Mo Xinko's words behind him had a great impact on him. Greed! He didn't know anything, and everyone took care of him like a child, never asking him to do anything. Thinking of this, Little Joseph's face turned red, his eyes cleared up, and he said seriously: "Brother Mo Xinko, I understand."

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