When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 49: Transfiguration Spell

No matter how strong her body was, she was still just a child. Especially when her mother saw her nose bleeding, she became a little flustered. She used a handkerchief to plug her nose and forgot to use spiritual power or magic to heal her.

Zhou Ling was small, so her nostrils were naturally small. Even if the cotton handkerchief was rolled up, it was still that thick. How could it possibly fit in? But her mother was a little panicked, and only wanted to stop her bleeding, so she pushed it in.

"Mother... wuwuwu mother, don't stuff it in, don't stuff it in." Zhou Ling was crying in pain. He waved his little hands to break free from his mother's clutches. His nosebleed was smeared all over his face by the cotton handkerchief. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Enduring the pain, Zhou Ling cast a rejuvenation spell on himself to repair the small wound in his nasal cavity.

Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, looked down at his hands, and fell into endless self-blame.

It's always like this, and it's like this again! How could my ability to respond be so poor? For a healing technique, I actually stuffed a handkerchief into my daughter's nostrils!
Ahhhhh!

He was roaring inside, but his face remained expressionless.

Zhou Li stood up silently, too embarrassed to face his daughter, and turned to leave.

"Mom, my dear mom, please don't leave. I haven't started learning magic yet."

How could Zhou Ling not know that her mother was feeling remorseful and ashamed at this moment, but she really didn't think it was a big deal. After all, from childhood to adulthood, her mother always made some mistakes when there was no danger. They were all small things and harmless. She was used to it.

Zhou Li also understood why her daughter called her, but she really felt ashamed.

"Mom, come and teach me. Start with the most basic and simplest magic. I promise to learn it well and never get distracted."

Zhou Ling hugged her mother's arm and rocked gently, starting to act coquettishly.

What Zhou Li can't resist the most is his daughter's coquettish behavior.

Holding her arm and swinging the sweet and soft little girl made her heart melt, and she wanted to give her the best things in the world.

"Okay, today, let's learn the simplest one, the Transfiguration Spell."

Zhou Li still went down the stairs following his daughter's steps, cleared his throat, and became serious.

But when Zhou Ling heard the transformation spell, he was petrified on the spot.

My goodness, is this really the way to start from the simplest point?
She thought the simplest magic was probably the levitation spell, the kind that made a feather float and stay in the air.

"Okay, I'll learn it. What is the spell? What should I pay attention to when reciting it?"

Zhou Ling gritted her teeth. What she was least afraid of was difficulties, especially difficulties in learning.

What we need is this fighting spirit, the fighting spirit to face challenges head-on.

But Zhou Li shook his head gently: "There is no specific spell. The spell you recite out loud depends on what you want to become."

"Then I... can I turn into a grain of sand?"

The first small goal should not be too exaggerated and should be practical.

After all, no matter what magic she wants to learn, it is for her own safety. If she wants to learn transformation, then of course she has to transform into a smaller one.

The smaller the volume, the smaller the force-bearing area, and the smaller the target of attack.

If she really faces the enemy in the future, if she can't win, she can turn into sand and fall into the cracks of the bricks, or even quietly embed herself into the soles of people's shoes! The main point is that it is dark under the lamp, and the most dangerous place is the safest place. Try to maximize your life.

She was very happy with her plan, but her mother poured cold water on her plan.

"It's a good idea, but the smaller the volume is, the more energy is consumed. You can try it now. Mother doesn't know your level of strength, so you need to feel it yourself." Zhou Ling is a person who listens to advice. If her mother asks her to try, then she will try.

"What is the spell to turn into sand?"

Zhou Ling took a deep breath, bent his legs slightly, and slightly circled his arms, ready to cast the spell.

"Sand." Zhou Li only replied with one word.

Zhou Ling, who had already taken a horse stance on the spot, almost stumbled forward and fell.

"The spell to turn into sand is sand?"

"Yes, the essence of the Transfiguration Spell is that you use the magical energy in your own blood to sense the shape and material of the object you want to transform into, sense it, remember it, transfer it, copy its shape and material structure, and transfer it to yourself. During the transfer process, you can silently recite the name of the object to deepen your understanding of it, which will make the transfer process smoother."

Mother explained in great detail, and Zhou Ling listened very carefully. Especially when she heard about the transfer of appearance, material and structure, she felt as if she was performing a very scientific magic.

She would die if she tried it. She was very confident in her understanding. After all, she was so good at Taoism. How could a mere magic stump her?

The confident speech in my mind suddenly got stuck.

Zhou Ling looked down at the huge rocks that almost filled up the entire yard and felt that life was hopeless...

Just magic really stumped her!

What her mother said was easy to understand, and she could understand it as soon as she heard it, and it was not too difficult to put it into practice. This transformation spell was actually similar to the transformation technique in the world of immortal cultivation, but the things produced by one were to copy the material structure of others, while the other was to virtualize it, so there was still a big difference.

Zhou Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry. A tiny grain of sand tried to copy its own appearance and ended up turning itself into a huge stone, standing in the middle of the yard.

The autumn wind blew the dead yellow leaves and mercilessly hit her huge stone body.

She really has no talent.

Zhou Li stood aside, trying to hold back, but finally couldn't help it and held onto her stone body, laughing until he couldn't straighten his back.

Zhou Ling also truly experienced what it meant to have a heart as hard as a rock. She really had no emotional ups and downs at all.

"If you keep practicing, you will definitely succeed in the future."

Although she laughed, Zhou Li also had to say words of encouragement. After all, she only had one daughter, and she was afraid that she would be devastated by the blow and would never recover.

"Okay, I'll practice some more. When I've mastered it, mother will teach me something else."

Although what turned out was very different from what was expected, after her mother's reminder, Zhou Ling truly felt for the first time the innate strange power in her blood.

Unlike immortal arts and Taoist magic, this kind of power in his blood, although never used before, has indeed existed from the beginning to the end.

It has been dormant in her body for so many years, and it is available at any time when she calls upon it. It is extremely convenient.

Originally, after coming out of retreat, she planned to find a master to help her protect the Dharma, and then cast a fortune to calculate the cloud patterns she had seen in the sky, and decipher more important information given therein.

But now, her mother told her that her master was not in the sect and she didn't know where he had gone. She had no time to do divination and had just learned how to use magic.

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night of twists and turns.

(End of this chapter)