The Faster He Learned, the Greater the Pressure

When Aaron opened his eyes, he looked at the white-haired Weihert with a face full of sorrow, and was about to cry with grievance.

"No, no, not at all," Weihert said with an awkward smile. "I only wanted you to get started quickly, but... who would have thought that your mental defenses were the best I've ever seen? It took a lot of effort to barely get into your dream."

"And then?" Aaron scoffed dismissively.

"You really are a monster," Weihert said speechlessly. "You almost trapped me in your dream. If I hadn't had more tricks up my sleeve, I probably wouldn't have been able to escape until you woke up."

Aaron gave him a deep look, strongly suspecting that this ancestor had brought about his own demise.

If he were a bit more skilled, or if he weren't unconscious, he could definitely use the power of dreams to give Weihert a huge beating.

Seeing Aaron's expression, Weihert coughed and said in a pretentious tone, "Your Cerebral Sealing Technique technique is quite good, without any flaws."

However, the spiritual realm cannot be perfected by a single magic spell.

Upon hearing this, Aaron frowned. He had been overjoyed to have learned this magic, but he never expected that there would be a loophole.

"Please enlighten me, ancestor."

Weihert nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to Aaron's chest, "Cerebral Sealing Technique can protect your memories and protect you from the invasion of others' will, but the mind is another matter."

It's important to know that some Warlock can control a person's mind and thus their actions; even someone stronger than oneself would be in trouble if they fell for it.

"Then how do we solve this?"

"That's easy, just find Flor!"

He had specifically developed Heart Concealment Technique one's mind, which could create an impregnable fortress around the soul.

"Cut!"

Aaron curled his lip, realizing that the solution was still in someone else's hands.

Weihert felt he had been underestimated once again, so he immediately put on a stern face and drew a red magic circle in the void.

"However, the Heart Concealment Technique can only be used for defense, while mine can be used for effective counterattacks."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. I wouldn't lie to a junior like that."

This is Mental Defensive Array I developed based on the Heart Concealment Technique. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Butler.

Jeans scratched his head awkwardly, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. "It's true."

Aaron promptly grabbed Weihert's leg, "Ancestor, you must teach me this."

"Don't worry, you are my disciple and descendant. If I don't teach you, who else would I teach?"

However, there's a small prerequisite for learning this Magic Array: you must first learn the Heart Concealment Technique.

As soon as he finished speaking, Weihert felt his thighs being released.

Turning around, he saw Aaron looking at him with disdain, his eyes conveying a clear message: "You dare to make improvements on someone else's work and then talk so confidently about it?"

"Hmph! Do you want to learn or not?"

"Think."

"That settles it then," Weihert chuckled. "My quick-learning method won't work on you, but your mental strength is powerful, so your learning speed shouldn't be too slow."

"Choose a Magic Array to start memorizing. Once you have it clearly etched into your mind, I will tell you how to circulate magic."

Aaron didn't say anything. He sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at a magic circle on the wall that was flashing with a white light, and fell into deep thought.

Two hours later, Aaron waved his hand in mid-air, drawing a summoning circle to test the effect of this Summoning Art.

Soon, Abei appeared in front of the three of them, holding a half-eaten cantaloupe, looking around blankly.

Wasn't I secretly watching the drama unfold in the corner? How did I suddenly appear here?

Jeans:...

I knew it, I knew it, this guy definitely ate something secretly.

"Hmm... not bad." Weihert said calmly, "Mastering the basics in two hours, worthy of being my descendant."

"How do you compare to your ancestors?" Aaron asked curiously.

"I created the written language, and you wrote it. What do you think?"

"Yeah?

But as far as I know, Magic Array are not something that only you, Ancestor, possessed.

Weihert immediately rolled his eyes at Jeans, thinking, "Why did you tell this guy everything?"

"Don't look at me like that," Jeans said awkwardly. "Reading is the young master's hobby, so it's normal for him to know a little more."

"Alright!" Weihert smiled. "Looks like you won't be satisfied until I explain things clearly, little guy."

Even the simplest Magic Array takes Warlock at least a week to learn, yet you only studied it for less than two hours. Your talent is exceptional.

"Get to the point, how do I compare to you?"

"I... I learned it the moment I saw the Magic Array," Weihert said calmly, then noticed Aaron's astonished expression. "I wasn't planning to say it, after all, it would be a bit too much of a blow to a genius."

Gollum!

Aaron swallowed hard. He felt that his ancestor hadn't lied to him, but this was simply too unbelievable.

"Focus on your studies!" Weihert said with a sigh. "Nowadays, almost no Warlock are willing to learn Magic Array because they are too difficult."

Thousands of years ago, most Warlock could only manage to draw dozens of magic circles, and their Magical Energy was insufficient to support Magic Array in battle.

Over time, this profound skill was phased out, and at most it was only used in some fixed buildings.

However, if one truly masters Magic Array Magic Array understands their arrangement and coordination, the power they unleash is absolutely unimaginable.

Aaron gave Weihert a thumbs-up, saying, "Amazing."

"You say."

"I will learn these things, and I will definitely be stronger than you in the future."

"I've been waiting for this day." Weihert laughed. "But I need to remind you of something: there have been more than twenty heirs with similar ambitions to you, but only one of them has succeeded in the end."

"Then I'll be the second one."

After saying that, Aaron looked at Jeans and said, "It's time for lunch!"

Yes, lunch is ready.

The lunch break is half an hour; you'll have to continue with your class afterward.

"I understand, I understand."

Aaron waved his hand, not caring much. Although he only attended classes for half a day, he didn't find them boring.

At least he managed to hold on, and he gained a ' Summoning Art ' in just one morning, so it wasn't a complete loss.

After leaving the Chamber of Secrets, Aaron carried Abei to the restaurant to have lunch.

However, the image of the owner having four dishes and a soup while the pet Manchu Han Imperial Feast was still somewhat unacceptable to him.

However, after Abei had eaten half of it, Jeans removed the remaining fifteen pieces of delicious food.

Seeing Abei's bewildered and angry expression, he shook his head slightly. "This is the price you pay for stealing food."

"Hahaha..." Aaron laughed unkindly, "You asked for this yourself, you can't blame anyone else."

As the days went by, Aaron worked shifts between Diagon Alley and the family Chamber of Secrets.

Sign-in and studying can go hand in hand.

Two months later, Aaron successfully graduated from Vaughn's school, learning to play the piano and harmonica, and also successfully learned the Heart Concealment Technique from Flor.

In addition, his alcohol tolerance has increased significantly. At first, he was drunk after three cups, but now he can barely drink straight from the bottle and is still full of energy after three bottles.

What he's most satisfied with is his current physique. After all, an ancestor used various rare materials to temper his body, and he grew five centimeters taller in two months. He also has eight-pack abs, and his good looks alone have won him a wave of female fans in Diagon Alley.

His physical strength has also greatly enhanced his close combat ability. Now he can defeat five sets of armor without using magic, and he doesn't even break a sweat.

Although taking on six opponents at once is still quite challenging, the two hours of sword training each day have made things much easier. At least I'm not getting beaten up anymore, and I can also learn how to use other weapons.

Seeing the results, Aaron solemnly apologized to the Hog ancestor who was in charge of the course, admitting that he had been blind to the potential of a great man and had been somewhat hasty in his understanding of physical strength.

Hog's original words were. "The body is a great treasure, and the path to enlightenment has only a beginning and no end. He is merely an explorer."

Aaron was thrilled at the time, but also felt a little regretful.

What's exciting is the appearance, not the physical condition, but the fact that it can still be improved. It's a pity that Hog's ancestors died a little too young. If they had lived a few more years, perhaps their descendants could have avoided some detours.

However, completing several courses does not mean ease; on the contrary, it is an even heavier burden.

While Jeans was pleased with his young master's progress, he decisively allocated his hard-earned free time to other subjects.

The forging class time has been increased by half an hour every day, and the Magic Array will be studied for an additional forty-five minutes every day.

The hardest part was that he had to spend two hours in Mol's operating room every day, going from observing to personally performing dissections, learning first aid, simple suturing, and the effects of various drugs on humans and other races. Every day, a piece of his brain cell would die.

The combined physical and mental pressure was driving him to the brink of collapse. Although there were only a few days left before the start of the semester, he felt like he couldn't take another day.