239: Falling Sick (1)

Falling Sick (1)

Under Yun Qi's guidance, Shen Yanxiao temporarily abandoned her study on curses. She devoted more of her time in magic training.2

Even though she still had the third seal, the speed of her progress in magic training improved daily since she had systematic guidance. Yun Qi not only allowed her to learn the basic singular curses to temper her control over magic, but he also forbade her to learn the higher grade combination curses. The number of curses that she could cast gradually increased, even though she still only knew of two combination curses.

As for the benefits of her training regime, only Shen Yanxiao and Yun Qi would know about that.

After Yun Qi formally acknowledged Shen Yanxiao as his disciple, he gave her a warlock badge that had a six-pointed star carved into it. The badge was not as shiny as the ones she had from the Archer and the Herbalist Divisions, as a layer of dust had concealed its radiance. However, it was extremely precious to Shen Yanxiao.

It was probably because she had a strong sense of belonging to it.

Whenever Shen Yanxiao went to the Warlock Division for her nightly visit, she would pin the badge onto her chest and remove any disguise that she had on so that she could appear there as herself.

Yun Qi noticed her subtle actions, and he was delighted with it.

With Yun Qi's guidance, Shen Yanxiao's day became much busier. She had to study herbalism in the morning, learn archery in the afternoon, and then finally, when the darkness fell, she had to make her way to the Warlock Tower discreetly to attend Yun Qi's private training for her.

If it were anyone else, they would probably become flustered with that busy schedule.

However, Shen Yanxiao managed to handle all three of her lessons very well. It was as if she had a computer in her mind, and she could split the day into three separate virtual machines. She would devote all her attention on a single machine, depending on the time of the day. When that time was up, then she would be able to switch to another computer seamlessly.

Even though Shen Yanxiao's mind could cope with the workload, her body could not catch up to her.

Her body failed her in less than a month of her hectic schedule. It was a beautiful day, and the sun shone so brightly, but she had fallen sick with a high fever.

"…" Shen Yanxiao laid on the bed and looked up at the ceiling silently. She wanted to get up, but her body felt so heavy as if it was filled with lead.

"You had better stay still since you are already sick." Tang Nazhi took a day of absence from his class at the Herbalist Division to stay by her side. That usually-unreliable young man had been unexpectedly attentive. At that very moment, he held a small knife in one of his hands as he prepared to cut an apple for her.

"You are so weak, and yet you are as busy as a bee. Did you really think that you are made of metal? Lie down obediently, or I will punch you until you can't get out of bed." Shen Yanxiao had attempted to leave her bed, and so Tang Nazhi was forced to shove the cut apples into her mouth and then pushed her back onto the bed.

Shen Yanxiao wanted to cry, but she did not even have the strength to shed a tear. She looked at Tang Nazhi. It was not like she did not want to rest; it was just that she did not have the time. The competition was in half a year's time. To guarantee her victory, she decided to participate with her identities from all three divisions.

She did not believe that she would lose, especially when she would have three chances!

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