Chapter 165 – The Terrifying Amisha

The training ground was surrounded by high walls. It had everything—except a visible door.

“A door? There are no doors here,” Amisha said.

“The Magic Training Grounds are for second-year witches and above. In practice, third and fourth-years use them the most. They can all fly by then, so they just fly right into the Outdoor Training Ground.

“From the air, it’s also easy to see which training grounds are unoccupied, so you’re less likely to get caught in someone else’s crossfire.

“As for the indoor ones, the towers have skylights you can enter through. If a skylight is open, it means nobody’s using it.”

Now Mo Lan understood why some first-year witches had mentioned that when they came to explore the western part of the Academy Core Area, they couldn’t find the entrance to the Magic Training Grounds at all. You couldn’t walk in—you could only fly in.

“Alright! Let’s look at some magic!” Amisha produced a large Wand.

It was the same one Mo Lan had seen at the enrollment ceremony.

“Of the magics I brought back from other realms, the three most powerful are called Bone-Clinging Fire, Magic Waterbed, and Lightning Invocation.

“Bone-Clinging Fire is an ability I gained in an otherworld where the fire-element laws were extremely potent, after I absorbed an exotic flame called Bone-Clinging Flame.

“This fire has far stronger adhesion than ordinary magical flames, and it can’t be extinguished by normal water-element magic. Trying to block it with ordinary energy only makes it grow stronger. Only higher-level Mana can partially ward it off.

“As long as I keep supplying it with energy, it will cling to whatever it touches and burn until there’s nothing left. Very few things exist that it can’t burn through.”

As Amisha spoke, a ball of black fire appeared in her palm.

With a flick of her fingers, the flame dropped onto the gravel ground and expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it had burned a massive crater into the gravel.

It had truly burned through it. After the flames vanished, not even a speck of ash remained—cleaner than what Vasida’s Devouring Stomach left behind.

If this fire landed on a person… Mo Lan didn’t even dare to imagine it. “Headmistress, how powerful can this fire get at maximum?”

“With my level of power, I could cover this entire training ground in an instant and let it burn for three days and three nights, I suppose!” Amisha estimated casually.

Mo Lan looked around the training ground, which was the size of more than ten football fields. “You suppose?”

Just imagining this vast expanse blanketed in that terrifying black flame made her scalp tingle.

Thank goodness Mana could partially ward it off—otherwise, even a Sorceress who encountered it would have to accept defeat.

With this Bone-Clinging Fire alone, one could probably walk through all of Valen unchallenged.

The way Mo Lan looked at Amisha completely changed.

This was the first time she truly understood just how devastating the destructive power of a witch above Peak level could be.

“However, what I have is the mother flame. If I were to sell it, I could only sell child flames separated from it. Those wouldn’t be nearly as powerful—roughly palm-sized, enough to burn through a single piece of Intermediate magical equipment.

“What do you think? Would they sell well?”

Amisha had very high hopes for Bone-Clinging Fire. “I feel like my Bone-Clinging Fire is similar to Sylph’s mutant plant seeds. If I let your Book of Cards devour a child flame, you should be able to make a child flame card, right?”

“It won’t burn up my Book of Cards, will it?!” Mo Lan was genuinely worried.

“How could it! A Sorceress’s Manifested Gift touches upon the level of laws. My fire may be formidable, but it hasn’t reached the point where it can affect laws!” Amisha said.

“Then let me try?” Mo Lan said. “I only need the tiniest bit—not too much!”

Amisha separated out a small wisp of flame. “Wrap it in Mana and it won’t hurt you.”

Mo Lan extended her Mana toward it, carefully wrapping the small flame and drawing it closer. Only when she confirmed that it truly wasn’t burning through her Mana did she relax a little.

She even designed the {Magic Card – Bone-Clinging Fire} first before placing the wisp of flame into the card slot.

The Book of Cards devoured the flame as usual, and {Magic Card – Bone-Clinging Fire} no longer posed any knowledge-related production difficulties.

Seeing the complete card displayed in the Book of Cards, Mo Lan realized that small wisp of flame was more than enough for her to produce a complete card.

It didn’t require authorization like Sorceress Magic did.

Of course, it was out of the question for her to make finished cards and sell them directly.

Making them for private use would harm Amisha’s interests. Making them for Amisha to sell meant Mo Lan would bear one hundred percent of the production costs while only receiving twenty percent of the profits—not a good deal for her.

After thinking it over, Mo Lan said, “Headmistress! I just forgot—we should draw up a contract! Your otherworld magics can be used by anyone who learns them, and since I’d be the first to learn them in order to make the cards, you’ll need to prohibit me from privately using your otherworld magics!”

This way, she could comfortably produce semi-finished cards, leaving some room for the Headmistress to add the finishing touches, which would save Mo Lan on production costs.

Amisha hadn’t thought of that angle. She simply agreed that such a contract was indeed necessary, promptly drafted one, and signed it with Mo Lan.

After signing the contract, Mo Lan invested sixty percent of the complete card’s Mana cost and produced a {Magic Card – Bone-Clinging Fire (Semi-finished)} that required an additional forty percent of Mana—or an equivalent amount of other energy—to become complete.

This way, it was fair.

“The production cost is fairly high. On my end, it takes 60 Mana to produce a single {Magic Card – Bone-Clinging Fire (Semi-finished)} with 10 seconds of controllable burn time. You’d still need to inject about 40 Mana on your end.

“But there should definitely be a market for it. Depending on different customers’ needs, we could divide the flame control duration into finer tiers.”

“Sounds great! As long as they sell!” Amisha said.

After discussing the tier system for this type of card with Amisha, Mo Lan operated the Magic Light Screen Master Card.

“Done. Headmistress, you should now see the production entry for {Magic Card – Bone-Clinging Fire (Semi-finished)} in your Management Card. Just inject your Mana to complete the production.”

“Then let me show you the Magic Waterbed next! Do you remember the thing that caught you all when you fell through the teleportation gate at the enrollment ceremony? That was it,” Amisha said.

Mo Lan’s expression grew complicated.

She had an excellent memory. Back then, she had dressed up neatly, even bathed beforehand, and put on the new Magical Hair Ribbon her mother had given her—all to make a good first impression on her classmates.

Then that washing-machine-like teleportation channel had spun her dizzy, and she’d flopped onto the waterbed in the most ungraceful way possible.

Ah yes, that Magic Waterbed—so impossibly comfortable that even with everyone watching, even at the cost of her dignity, she hadn’t wanted to get up!

“The Magic Waterbed is rather troublesome to learn—you have to cultivate the water. But lying on it dispels all negative conditions, whether mental or physical.

“Its healing effects are superb, and it can even slightly accelerate Mana recovery.

“However, unlike the Bone-Clinging Fire, I can’t separate off a small piece of it. In that case, can cards still be made?” Amisha asked.