Chapter 555 – Leaving Moon Harbor

As they chatted, they made their way back to the temporary residence.

The night sky was clear, the moon hanging high above. From a distance, the faint glow of moonlight moss could be seen, its scattered luminescence stretching bit by bit into the water.

Mo Lan hovered in the air and admired the view for a while, finishing the Sunken Ship Treasure Platter before heading inside.

This Sunken Ship Treasure Platter also came with a treasure map.

Mo Lan checked the coordinates on the map. The treasure’s location was at a stretch of coastline south of Moon Harbor.

The route to the abandoned dock at the pearl oyster farm would pass roughly through that area, so she decided to save it for later and visit on the way.

From that day on, she rarely went out.

When it wasn’t raining, she would conjure a comfortable lounge chair and lie in front of the house, enjoying the sea breeze and ocean views while consolidating and digesting the mage magic stored in the memory palace within her mind.

Every now and then, Zhizhi and the little skeleton would bring her fruit and snacks.

When it rained, she would curl up by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the Living Room, listening to the sound of rain while consolidating and digesting magic.

For mage magic spell structures, she only needed a single glance before she could construct them in her mind using psychic power.

Even Peak level magic was no exception.

She had constructed the spell structures for Peak level mage magic across all schools and could cast them at will, yet Mo Lan still felt no strain whatsoever on her psychic power.

She had already realized that her active psychic power was likely far beyond the Beyond Peak level — perhaps even surpassing the fourth or fifth tier.

Learning mage magic actually felt even more natural to her than Witch Magic.

Once she learned a spell, practice was almost unnecessary, because mage magic had fixed tiers. Successfully constructing a spell structure proved she had mastered that magic, and no amount of additional practice would improve the casting effect.

The casting effect was tied solely to the spell’s own tier.

At most, Mo Lan would read some theoretical magic books on spell combinations and practical applications to sharpen her combat techniques.

As for human mage magic at Peak level and below, Mo Lan felt confident she had secretly learned nearly all of it.

Beyond Peak level magic books required resources from the Well of the Sky to exchange for reading access — a straightforward resource trade that Mo Lan was unwilling to make.

Beyond Peak level magic wasn’t obtained from the Well of the Sky anyway; it was invented by Beyond Peak level mages. Mo Lan figured her foundation was solid enough now, no worse than any other mage’s.

She also understood the principles behind mage magic. Given time, she could absolutely attempt to create her own Beyond Peak level mage spell structures.

Elemental magic wasn’t particularly necessary — Witch Magic could fully substitute for it. But Psychic Magic still required further study.

The memory-type Psychic Magic she had been so keenly interested in had finally been fully learned.

Being able to manipulate other people’s memories would be incredibly useful for her future infiltration plans.

Witches had a natural advantage when disguising themselves as humans, but disguising as other races was a different matter entirely.

The more she experienced the wonders of Psychic Magic, the more Mo Lan felt she couldn’t afford to neglect the signature magic of Valen’s other races.

She didn’t need to learn every race’s magic, but at minimum, she should study the Dragons’ dragon-tongue magic, the Angels’ faith magic, the Angels’ holy light magic, and the Demons’ dark magic.

Their races’ formidable strength was closely tied to the magic they wielded. Others — like the Merfolk’s Ocean Magic and Voice Magic, the Elves’ nature magic, the Dwarves’ forging magic, and the Beastmen’ shaman magic — all had considerable reference and learning value as well.

Every additional type of magic she learned meant she could create another category of magic cards. Combining different types of magic together, she could craft even more wondrous cards.

This would be tremendously beneficial for developing her Book of Cards.

Life by the sea was too comfortable. Even after consolidating her mage magic, Mo Lan didn’t want to leave. Instead, she switched to practicing Witch Magic daily while facing the ocean, improving her proficiency.

Her Witch Elemental Magic had already advanced to Peak level back when she finished learning mage elemental magic.

Psychic Magic seemed to share a connection with Witch Psychic Magic as well. As she progressed further in mage Psychic Magic, her Psychic Magic level was pulled up to Peak level along with it.

The same was true for Witch Alchemy Magic. When she experimented with crafting magical items using mage Alchemy, her understanding of Alchemy Magic rose another tier, and it too had now reached Peak level.

She wanted to raise her other schools of Witch Magic before continuing her journey.

And so she stayed — for several years.

Apart from Summoning Magic, which had no tier boundaries, all her other Witch Magic had reached at least Peak level. Her Elemental Magic had even surpassed Peak level.

“It’s time to leave.”

Mo Lan gazed at the ocean through the window, still feeling reluctant to go.

The scenery here was truly beautiful. Living here, studying the magic that fascinated her, savoring the growth of her strength and the joy it brought her spirit — it had been an unforgettable time.

But she still had a long road ahead. She couldn’t just stay here forever.

“Zhizhi! Clack! Time to go!”

Mo Lan took Zhizhi and Clack and left the residence, reverting it back into its card form.

A patch of bare, barren earth was left behind.

Her mobile dwelling had sat here for so long that the vegetation underneath had completely died, leaving a patch that looked starkly out of place against the surrounding landscape.

Mo Lan tossed out a handful of treasure bamboo seeds and used the Growth Acceleration spell to rapidly cultivate them, stopping only when they had grown to match the bamboo forest behind them.

Sensing the fluctuation of magic, a Witch carrying a basket emerged from the bamboo grove. “You’re… leaving?”

“Yes,” Mo Lan said.

It was Aquina. Mo Lan had only learned after living here for a month that the treasure bamboo, mermaid combs, and moonlight moss in this area had all been deliberately cultivated by Aquina as cooking ingredients. She came to harvest them every time they matured.

“Won’t you come by for one more meal? You haven’t visited me in years! I’ve recently launched new dishes!” Aquina said somewhat plaintively.

Mo Lan had only visited her restaurant a few times when she first arrived at Moon Harbor and hadn’t gone back since. It had made Aquina wonder whether her cooking wasn’t good enough to keep customers coming back, and she had finally put in the effort to develop new menu items.

Mo Lan didn’t have the habit of constantly using mind-reading magic or psychic perception on people, so she hadn’t noticed Aquina’s emotions. She simply shook her head.

“I need to continue my journey. Once everything has settled, if there’s a chance, I’ll come back here — though that will probably be a long time from now.”

Aquina thought of Mo Lan’s identity and the crisis in the Wilds, and felt her heart ache. “All the dishes from my tavern are listed in the Card Shop now, including the new ones. If you ever want to eat them, you can have them anytime, no matter where you are. And as for the Wilds… don’t put too much pressure on yourself. We old-timers aren’t pushovers either!”

After all, Mo Lan was still just a child who had graduated not that many years ago.