Magic Chef Of Ice And Fire

MCIF Chapter 12

Chapter 12.1 - Magic Reaper

Shi Jiu was infatuated as he watched Long Ling's back disappeared. In his heart, he inwardly pondered on the countermeasures to deal with the situation. He was almost ten years older than Long Ling and practically watched her grow up. From her childhood until the present, his heart already lusted after his Junior Sister's body. The appearance of Nian Bing made his heart feel an impending crisis. Nian Bing and Long Ling's ages were almost the same. Nian Bing's features were more handsome than his and, in addition, his original magic strength was exceptional for his age. Except for his family background that couldn't be compared, Shi Jiu felt incomparable to Nian Bing since there were not much to be compare. 'My Junior Sister is such a beauty. If I let him join the Association, I fear he will want to chase after her. I just can't easily allow it. It seems that I have to think of a way to deal with this situation.'

Nian Bing's mood was very good when he left the Mage Association. He knew that an evaluation from a Magic Scholar couldn't be wrong. He didn't expected to have already reached the level of a Great Mage, while possessing two opposing types of magic at the same time. If he were to make use of two rank 4 magics, he will be much more outstanding when compared to the average Great Mage. Even though he was excited, he wasn't arrogant at all. He knew that although the gap between Great Mage and Magic Scholar was only a level, the difference was still extremely wide, similar to a chasm. Nian Bing clearly remembered his father words when he said that he reached the Great Mage's realm at the age of 24. He then had to painstakingly cultivate until the age of 35 years old before he broke through the Magic Scholar's realm with the help of the Flame God's Stone. It could already be considered quite a fast cultivation speed. On the continent, most of the young Magic Scholars can't be compared to his father. In fact, breaking through from Great Mage to Magic Scholar also required someone to have an excellent opportunity to do so. Without chance, it was possible to bitterly cultivate more than ten years before getting promoted from Intermediate Mage to Advanced Mage. To an Advanced Mage, the gap between it and Great Mage is the same as between the rank of Great Mage and Magic Scholar. However, if an Advanced Mage were to cross that realm, he would then join the ranks of the powerful mages. Unfortunately, he would have the same social standing of a warrior if he was unable to do so. The strongest Great Mages could use rank 5 large-scale magic whereas Magic Scholars could use rank 8 magic. From rank 5 to rank 8, that was the characteristics of the rank promotion.

Nian Bing wasn't in a hurry to return to Pure Wind House. He bought a black chang pao and a children's skull mask that was sold on the streets. He moved to the side street with eyes that revealed a faint cold light. It was almost time for him to return to Pure Wind House. As he walked into the dim corner of the street, using his black chang pao to blend in the darkness, his right hand reached for the Flame God's Stone near his chest. At a corner, he came to an halt. From afar, he could see the entrance of the Pure Wind House and the Grand Pavilion. At this moment, it was the peak time for the restaurants. The flow of customers came and went like an endless stream from the Grand Pavilion. Although the Pure Wind House had less customers, most that went out were refined scholars or ordinary mages.

Nian Bing stood there motionlessly. All along, his eyes never left the entrance of the Grand Pavilion. He had great patience and could continuously wait for that person. Within his body, the power of his Ice and Fire source was constantly circulating in order to restore the ice elements he had depleted earlier. His left hand reached into his chest and grasped the Morning Dew knife. 'People who didn't offend me, I don't offend them. If people offended me, then, I must punish them.' Right at this moment, his heart was brimming with killing intent.

At last, after watching the nobles for more than half an hour, his target finally appeared. The man Third Manager Liao, dubbed as a mangy mutt by Xue Jing, came out from the Grand Pavilion's entrance while holding the big iron fan he had earlier. Folding and unfolding, he fanned the night breeze and then, closed it by lightly hitting it on his abdomen. When the young women who were in charge of receiving the customers at the entrance saw him coming out, they suddenly straightened. None of them dared to take a breath. The Third Manager walked to a young woman, pinched her white and delicate face, and cursed, "You, fucklet! Are you a vampire?! Tell me, who's going to come if they are welcomed by you! Give me a smile! Ah?! You didn't hear me?"