Dumbledore's Warning

"What did Eastern Qi Refiners rely on to cast their spells?" Eli asked.

Eli was very curious. From Mr. Zhang's explanation just now, Eastern Qi Refiners, compared to Wizards, not only cultivated spells but also cultivated themselves. If that was the case, wasn't that basically immortal cultivation?

Thinking of all the immortal cultivation novels he had read in his previous life, any cultivator with great attainments in them could move mountains and part seas.

If that were truly the case, then wouldn't magic amount to nothing? What would be the point of learning magic? Wouldn't the world have long since been ruled by Easterners?

After hearing Eli's question, Zhang Zongde patted his waist, and a talisman suddenly appeared in his hand.

He unfolded the yellow paper talisman, its vermilion characters dancing across it like dragons and phoenixes, and showed it to Eli.

Just looking at the intricate strokes, Eli could sense the power contained in those patterns for channeling energy.

"Qi Refiners are not actually all that different from Wizards. Other than those who have reached great attainments, no one can cast spells without relying on something. Of course, certain special physical techniques are exceptions."

As he spoke, he sharply twisted his wrist, and the talisman instantly turned into a ball of fire floating above Zhang Zongde's palm.

So this was the legendary fireball rubbing technique?

Eli sensed the power within the fireball. It was slightly stronger than Incendio.

Then Zhang Zongde closed his hand, and the fireball instantly vanished without causing any damage.

"Does that mean Qi Refiners have to prepare talismans beforehand every time they cast a spell?"

If they had to search their pockets for talismans before every fight, then even if Eastern spells were more powerful, wouldn't that still hold them back?

Mr. Zhang smiled and