The Ice and Fire Sisters

On the afternoon of his second day after joining Kamar-Taj and becoming a Mage Apprentice.

All the new Mage Apprentices gathered in the training square and began being assigned their respective mentors.

Because there were quite a few apprentices this time, each mentor would be responsible for nearly fifty Mage Apprentices.

Zhang Yang stood at the very back of the group, quietly waiting for his mentor.

Meanwhile, everyone else kept looking at him.

What had happened during yesterday's test had already spread throughout Kamar-Taj. Some Mage Apprentices who were about to graduate had even come to the square to see who Zhang Yang was.

Since ancient times, apart from Agamotto, the founder of Kamar-Taj who had achieved the Trinity, no one with mental power beyond deep purple had ever appeared.

Even the current Supreme One, The Ancient One, only possessed deep-purple mental potential.

"That's him!"

Suddenly, a Mage Apprentice who was about to graduate pointed at Zhang Yang, his tone full of astonishment. "That guy who injured us yesterday is Zhang Yang!"

"What?"

The other graduating Mage Apprentices crowded around. They had been training perfectly well yesterday when the sudden explosion had shocked them into injury, leaving them sprawled in the infirmary for most of the day.

They had just come out to find the culprit, planning to remember his face and find a chance to sack him, only to discover he was the top newcomer among this batch of Mage Apprentices?

Was this a joke?

"Forget it, forget it..."

The graduating Mage Apprentices were so frustrated they wanted to vomit blood, because they knew there was no way they could get revenge.

"What exactly did he do?"

"I heard he injured dozens of senior apprentices in the training square yesterday..."

"That brutal?"

"Phew... I was just about to challenge him, but even the seniors about to graduate aren't his match... forget it."

"Wow, he's so strong... and so handsome too. I want to have babies with him... boohoo, so embarrassing~!"

Zhang Yang remained calm in the face of the surrounding stares and faint comments, without the slightest ripple in his heart.

Before long, all the Mage Apprentices had been assigned mentors. Unsurprisingly, Zhang Yang was placed under Mordo.

Once the classes had been assigned, Kamar-Taj's welcoming ceremony officially began.

"Welcome to Kamar-Taj!"

"Here, you can become saints among ordinary people, or mages who command immense power, Temple Mages... even Sorcerer Supremes!"

"Our purpose in training apprentices is to protect the planet beneath our feet from invasions by other dimensions. We hope you will all study and train diligently, striving to become full-fledged mages as soon as possible!"

The three mages from the temples spoke a few ceremonial words before leaving. They bore the duty of guarding the temples and could not be away for too long.

Next, each mentor led their Mage Apprentices to the classrooms to begin their first mage lesson.

Mordo led Zhang Yang and the others into a classroom. There were no desks or chairs inside, only fifty-one meditation cushions laid out on the floor.

"Our first lesson is meditation."

After sitting cross-legged, Mordo gestured for everyone else to sit as well. "Meditation can calm the mind, focus the spirit, and nurture mental power. It is one of the daily required practices for mages."

"The usual meditation posture is like mine: sit cross-legged, place both hands on your knees, and breathe deeply..."

As Mordo explained, his words seemed to carry a kind of magic. Under that calm voice, everyone, including Zhang Yang, entered an extremely unusual state.

Quiet. Peaceful.

Zhang Yang could even seem to see his own body, the flow of blood, and things deeper within himself.

That ocean-like magical power, in his perception at that moment, resembled an entire universe—endless and inexhaustible.

He drew out a grain of magical power the size of a millet seed and brought it before himself, sensing it carefully.

That much magical power was enough to shatter a mountain a hundred meters tall!

Correspondingly, his body would also suffer a certain degree of backlash. Not much, but it was there.

After returning the magical power to where it belonged, Zhang Yang let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

He now knew where his limits lay.

At present, he could control at most a grain of magical power the size of a rice grain, and there had to be more than five seconds between uses.

If he used more than a rice grain's worth, or if the interval between uses was shorter than five seconds, his body would be injured.

Now that he understood his limits, with Perfect Control, he could freely use his power within those limits without worrying about his body being harmed.

That made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He had gone from being a toddler holding a gun who might accidentally fire it and hurt himself at any time, to a trained toddler holding a firearm with adjustable power—a weapon that could not only injure others to a certain degree, but also keep him safe.

That was pretty good.

He continued meditating until Mordo called for a stop, then opened his eyes.

"Forty-five minutes. Class dismissed."

Mordo was the first to stand. "In fifteen minutes, another mage will teach you the incantation and gestures for your first spell."

"Use this time to take care of your personal needs. Remember."

"Do not be late. Mage Hamill does not like students who fail to keep time or respect others."

After giving that warning, Mage Mordo left.

Before leaving, he glanced at Zhang Yang.

After Mordo left, not a single student in the classroom departed. Instead, they all focused their attention on Zhang Yang.

They were all geniuses with mental potential above green, yet before Zhang Yang, they were like stars compared to a bright moon, vaguely feeling inferior.

Zhang Yang sensed that the atmosphere was a little awkward, but he did not know what to say. He simply closed his eyes and continued meditating.

As he explored the mysteries of his body, he sensed someone stop in front of him.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes in confusion. What entered his sight were two charming, lovely faces.

One had red hair and radiated a personality as passionate as fire.

The other had blue hair and was wrapped in an aura like eternal ice.

"Gasp... is it them? The legendary pair?"

"It has to be! I didn't expect to meet these two on my first day at Kamar-Taj."

"Hey, hey, who are these two beauties? You all know them?"

"One look tells me you don't know much about Kamar-Taj. These sisters are famous here. Not only are they exceptionally talented, with light-purple mental potential each, but more importantly, they were born able to communicate with extradimensional planes and command flames and ice respectively!"

"Right. Don't let their age fool you. These sisters have already applied for early graduation. As long as they pass the test, they can become full-fledged mages. Their status is worlds apart from ours!"

"It's not just their status, okay? The sisters are among the best of all Mage Apprentices in terms of strength. Rumor has it that Mentor Kaecilius once pursued Krah, one of the sisters, but was rejected. No one saw Mentor Kaecilius for an entire week after that."

"Gasp..."

Whispers from his fellow Mage Apprentices reached Zhang Yang's ears. He admitted that one sister was passionate as fire while the other was cold as frost. They were indeed very alluring...

But what did that have to do with him?

Why were they standing in front of him?

He looked at the sisters of ice and fire with confusion in his eyes.

"My name is Pinochio."

The beautiful red-haired girl smiled and held out her hand. Anyone could feel her enthusiasm. "You can call me Pinochio of Flame. You're Zhang Yang, right?"

"Zhang Yang."

Zhang Yang hesitantly extended his hand and gave hers a light shake. "You... came to find me?"

"That's right."

Pinochio seemed carefree and even a little overly familiar. "I heard that among the new Mage Apprentices, there was someone whose mental potential surpassed deep purple, and who also possessed mental power beyond the level of a Temple Mage, so I came over to get acquainted."

"She's my younger sister."

Pinochio casually patted Zhang Yang's shoulder and pointed at the blue-haired beauty beside her, who seemed like a goddess of ice. "Krah. You can also call her Krah of Frost."

"Hello."

Krah parted her red lips slightly. Even when she spoke, she naturally carried an air that kept people a thousand miles away, even though she was only greeting him.

"Hello."

Zhang Yang smiled, and then... something awkward happened.

He did not know what to say.

Before transmigrating, Zhang Yang had been a corporate drone working a 996 schedule. Every day, aside from work, he returned to his tiny room of less than ten square meters to rest. Other than coworkers, he had never interacted with women at all.

After transmigrating, with Mrs. Chen's help, he had started from a fast-food cart and gradually earned enough for his own little shop. His days were full, and he had no time to interact with women either.

So he did not know what to do next.

"This guy's a total straight man..."

Pinochio had never encountered this situation either. A beautiful girl of her caliber was the center of attention everywhere, with countless people competing to talk to her.

"Yeah, he looks kind of dull."

A clear, delicate voice appeared in Pinochio's mind. It was Krah.

The two sisters were twins and possessed a special telepathic connection. Without speaking aloud, they could communicate with each other.

"What do we do now?"

Pinochio was at a loss. She had never encountered such an awkward situation. Normally, shouldn't the guy take this opportunity to ask for her contact information?

Had her charm declined?

Krah looked at her sister helplessly. Although Pinochio appeared passionate as fire, she was actually rather adorably clueless. Whenever something really happened, Krah still had to rely on herself.

"Zhang Yang."

Krah spoke. Her clear, delicate voice cleansed the heart like sacred Mount Everest, breaking the awkward atmosphere. "My sister and I would like to invite you to join our team. We wanted to ask what you think."

"?"

A black question mark appeared above Zhang Yang's head.

Beautiful ladies!

Do we know each other?

Are we close?

You're inviting me to join your team the moment we meet?

Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?

???