: Huan Pizi Demands a Title

A silver-haired girl, from the "Magic Book Catalogue".

It doesn't look like it's finished yet, and it's not as powerful as described.

Grand Magister Fang Xuanling's gaze swept over the crowd with a smile.

It's like looking at your own junior.

"Everyone here is a talented young mage. You must all know what you are meant to do if you were chosen to be here."

He said, "I hope everyone can devote all their energy to this in the coming years."

"Come with me."

Fang Xuanling turned around and walked up the long staircase.

The stone steps spiral upwards.

Qiao Ye followed the group uphill.

They went into the back room.

This is a huge showroom.

The dome was so high that its top could not be seen, and the four walls were covered with portraits from the ground to the dome.

Large and small, arranged in a staggered pattern, like a frozen starry sky.

The people in the portrait, both old and young, are all dressed in magicians' robes.

They all smiled and looked over when they saw someone come in.

Qiao Ye glanced at the crowd and recognized quite a few familiar faces.

The two largest ones in the middle, barring any unforeseen circumstances, should be Confucius and Newton.

It's exactly the same as in the textbook.

But I don't know why these two are listed side by side.

Fang Xuanling first came to the portrait of Confucius.

"Before we begin making the alchemical dolls, I would like to introduce our predecessors, all of whom were great mages who had made alchemical dolls before!"

"First up is this one, the Primordial Magician, Confucius!"

Fang Xuanling explained, "He was the first person to comprehend time magic and created the alchemical puppet 'Spring and Autumn'; he also promoted melee magic and created the alchemical puppet 'Lunyu'."

We respectfully call him—the Supreme Sage and Teacher, Confucius!

"Everyone, please pray with me!"

After saying this, Fang Xuanling took a step back and bowed deeply to the portrait of Confucius.

Qiao Ye also bowed along with the other magic apprentices.

In the portrait, Confucius also bows to them with his hands clasped.

Then, Fang Xuanling began to introduce another person—

"This is another progenitor sorcerer, Isaac Newton."

"He mastered spatial magic and created the alchemical doll 'Natural Laws'; in his later years, he devoted himself to the study of alchemy and thoroughly optimized the manufacturing process of alchemical dolls."

He was revered as the "Second Sage Teacher, Niu Zi"!

"Pray with me!"

Fang Xuanling led all the magicians in bowing.

Newton in the portrait also returned the courtesy with a gentlemanly gesture.

"Alright, now that I've introduced the two most important Primordial Mages, I'll introduce the other Archmages."

He walked past each portrait in turn.

"This is the Grand Archmage Sima Qian, who created the alchemical doll 'Records of the Grand Historian';"

"This is Ban Gu..."

"This is Chen Shou..."

"This is Einstein..."

Qiao Ye followed behind, listening to Fang Xuanling introduce each person one by one.

Portraits flashed by, one after another.

Each of them nodded slightly or waved as they passed by.

Fang Xuanling's voice echoed in the hall.

"Alchemy dolls are tools used to record magical civilizations."

He said, "Magical civilizations can vary greatly at different times and in different places. The role of dolls is to anchor those differences."

He stopped in front of a portrait.

"Using time as an anchor point, we have works like the *Spring and Autumn Annals* and the *Records of the Grand Historian*. Using space as an anchor point, for example, the Northeast region—"

He paused for a moment, then said, "There's the trilogy: Black Myth, Jilin Fairy Tale, and Liaozhai."

As Qiao Ye listened, he gradually understood.

Culture and magic both need to be passed down through this.

Their work is extremely important.

Fang Xuanling walked to the last portrait.

The painting was blank; there was no one in it.

He turned around and looked at the crowd.

"This portrait has no owner yet."

He smiled.

"I hope that in the future, your portraits can also be hung here."

There was a two-second silence in the hall.

Then Qiao Ye saw that the eyes of the gray-robed apprentices around him lit up one by one.

……

Qiao Ye was quickly assigned to a job.

He originally thought that he was going to do something very complicated and difficult.

The result was simply copying the magic scroll.

He needs to transcribe the magic from these scrolls onto special stone tablets.

Then Fang Xuanling inscribed the knowledge from the stone slab into the puppet.

"Don't underestimate your work."

Fang Xuanling earnestly warned, "Every stroke must be made with utmost care and attention; you must never make a mistake! A single mistake could greatly mislead future magicians!"

Looking at the mountain of magic scrolls, Qiao Ye couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Why do I have to do physical labor even in my dreams?

Am I destined to have a hard life?

Qiao Ye sighed and picked up the first reel to open it.

Then, the moment he saw the text on the scroll, a system notification appeared before his eyes—

[Skill 'Brain Occupation' detected. Do you wish to learn it?]

Brain shut-in surgery

[Rank: C-level skill]

[Source: Emperor Hui of Jin, Sima Zhong]

[Effect: When used on yourself, grants the passive effect 'Holy Essence Remains Unbroken,' meaning your thoughts cannot be spied on by anyone, allowing you to maintain a clear and calm mind at all times, and purifying any mental pollution.]

[Note: If the people have no rice to eat, why don't they drink meat porridge? —Sima Zhong.]

Ok?

Qiao Ye couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

This is this...

Is that even possible?!

While copying magic scrolls, can one automatically learn all the spells copied?

Do not!

You might not even need to copy it down; just looking at it once might suffice!

"study!"

Qiao Ye immediately agreed.

You have learned the "Brain Occupation Technique".

Knowledge entered Qiao Ye's brain in an incredibly smooth way.

Qiao Ye let out a long breath, feeling incredibly refreshed.

Cool!

He put down the scroll in his hand and opened another one.

[Skill 'Huan Pizi Demands a Title' detected. Do you wish to learn it?]

Huan Pizi requests a fief.

[Rank: S-level skill]

[Source: Grand Marshal Huan Wen]

[Effect: After using this on a target, you will ask for their feedback. If they give a positive review, you will receive a boost of good fortune; if they give a negative review, you can simply ignore it.]

[Note: Do I look more like Liu Kun or Zhuge Liang? — Huan Wen.]

S-rank skill?

Qiao Ye's eyes widened immediately.

S-rank skills are great! I have to learn S-rank skills!

"study……"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Qiao Ye's head suddenly felt like it was being torn apart, and he experienced excruciating pain.

He groaned and collapsed to the ground.

The surrounding magic apprentices immediately noticed the unusual activity and gathered around.

Fang Xuanling also quickly followed.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Xuanling supported Qiao Ye's shoulder and, after a brief examination, immediately discovered the cause.

His palm glowed white as he smeared it across Qiao Ye's forehead.

The white light entered his forehead.

The excruciating pain in Qiao Ye's head receded like a receding tide.

Her eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Fang Xuanling seemed to have something drained from him, and he became visibly exhausted.

His face turned several shades pale.

"What... happened to me?" Qiao Ye covered his head, still a little confused.

"Child, you were severely overexerted in your mental energy just now; you almost lost your life."

Fang Xuanling breathed a sigh of relief, "Luckily, I made up for it in time, so there were no lasting effects."

"Otherwise, you'd be a fool by now."

Is it that serious?

Qiao Ye couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

"Child, is your spirit level still below 31?" Fang Xuanling asked.

Spiritual value?

Qiao Ye glanced at his attribute panel—

[Spirit: 6]

"Uh...it's a little short."

Fang Xuanling shook his head:

"It's too early for you to do this job. Wait until your mental strength reaches 31 before you come over."

"With 31 points of mental strength, copying magic is more than enough."

"Don't worry, the production time for magical dolls is long, but you're always welcome!"

what?

I've been optimized up like this?

Unfortunately, I can't use the skill for free.

Qiao Ye stood up regretfully, glancing unintentionally at the corner of his field of vision.

The system notification is still there—

You have learned "Huan Pizi's Request for a Title".

He froze for a moment.

You've learned it?