The Sorcerer Supreme Has Such a Terrible Personality. Can I Beat Him Up?

"Siberia..."

Russell's lips twitched. The Ancient One's mention of Siberia implied that he knew a lot about him.

Being noticed by a powerful figure put Russell under immense pressure, fearing that some of his actions might inadvertently label him a villain. But his quick wit and unconventional thinking made him more concerned with something else entirely: Had the Ancient One secretly watched him and Natasha having sex?

It's probably not true. After all, he was a highly respected senior, and the Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't be so bored.

Haha... that's it, I must be overthinking it.

"That's right, you're overthinking it. How could I be so bored as to spend three days in a row secretly watching you have sex?" Ancient One coughed, then waved her hand and turned to look to the side.

Russell's face immediately darkened. Ancient One's words clearly indicated that she had been peeking. How bored would someone have to be to watch for three days?

Furthermore, this old man just read his thoughts, and not only that, he openly displayed it!

Ancient One frowned, his expression stern: No, I did not read your mind!

Russell was utterly speechless and retorted, "You read it. Not only did you read it, you also used Mind Stone to transmit the sound into my brain."

Ancient One stared wide-eyed, with a look of astonishment that said, "How could an idiot like you see through my magic?" He said with great annoyance, "Young people these days don't know how to respect the elderly. You know it in your heart, why do you have to say it out loud? Speaking of which, should I kill you? After all, you're so talkative, it would damage my image if word got out!"

Russell: "..."

Is this how the Sorcerer Supreme behaves? Did I wander onto the wrong set?

Where did that supposed superior demeanor go? All I see is sleazy and a drama queen!

The Ancient One's expression suddenly changed drastically. His long white beard fluttered without wind, and he stared at Russell with murderous intent, saying each word clearly, "I am not a drama queen!"

Russell: "..."

Damn it, I think I'll leave. This place is not suitable for studying at all.

Inside the antique-style hall, a wisp of incense smoke slowly rose and then drifted into the air.

Inside the hall, monks dressed in robes of various colors either sat discussing the Tao or pondered deeply while reading books. Although people of all skin colors could be found here, Asians with yellow skin were the most numerous. Considering that the white-bearded Ancient One was China, this seemed to make sense.

Quiet!

The entire hall was very quiet. Although many people were talking loudly and even arguing until their faces turned red, the people next to them were completely unaffected, giving them a sense of tranquility.

Ancient One sat cross-legged before the low tea table, brewing, smelling, and drinking tea slowly and deliberately, as if savoring an art. His movements were simple and clear, yet contained profound meaning, giving people a sense of inexplicable realm, transcending the material and the behavioral, reaching a spiritual unity of man and nature.

Russell didn't think it was anything special; the main reason was that the Ancient One had shattered his worldview, and his perception of her had collapsed. So, even though she now had a seemingly otherworldly and dignified appearance, Russell felt that she was just using the opportunity to show off.

After all, this old man is quite the actor!

"Try it..."

Ancient One poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Russell, smiling calmly, "Tea is the embodiment of the Tao. Savoring the fragrance of tea and cultivating oneself with tea can make one calm and peaceful, and help to cultivate one's character and eliminate distracting thoughts."

Russell thanked her, picked up his teacup, and inhaled the aroma, feeling a sense of tranquility. His eyes lit up; the tea in the cup was indeed something special. Seeing Ancient One's meaningful smile, he immediately calmed his mind and began to savor it slowly.

Getting back to the point, if you're so amazing, why didn't you trigger a single lottery draw?

With a hint of resentment, Russell gently held the tea in his mouth. The taste was like life itself, bittersweet, leaving a lingering fragrance that was subtle and long-lasting, making one want to savor it forever.

Then...

Russell put down his teacup with a dark face. To hell with tea ceremony! He didn't perceive any Tao in the tea, he only tasted magic. This cup of tea was enchanted with a magic that brought peace to the mind.

Russell was utterly speechless. He threw the image of the Ancient One, a hermit sage, into the trash can and casually added the label of "goofball."

Ancient One took a sip of tea, glanced at Russell, and asked, "Are you talking badly about me in your heart?"

Russell shook his head decisively. "No, I was just following the natural way, my mind was blank and I didn't think about anything. Ah, actually, it's not that I didn't think about anything, I imagined your image as a wise and powerful, sensual, detached and reclusive, refined and genuine scholar."

"Indeed, it seems you have a very high level of comprehension!" Ancient One nodded, agreeing with Russell's words, and poured him another cup. "Since you can understand such profound principles, it means that the way of tea is very suitable for you. Have a few more cups and savor them slowly, and you will understand even more."

Impossible. I can't think of any more. That's all the idioms I know.

Russell, with a bitter face, held his teacup and savored it again. Then the Ancient One refilled it for him. After several repetitions, he couldn't take it anymore and wanted to urinate.

"Master Gu Yi, how could I ask you to pour me tea? Let me do it!" Russell said modestly, reaching for the teapot beside him, but Ancient One gently pushed him away.

"You can't do it, you're clumsy and will ruin the mood!"

Russell: "..."

After another three or five cups, he was really too drunk to drink anymore, so he surrendered and got down to business. "Ancient One, I'm here to learn, not to drink tea."

Ancient One put down her teacup and looked at Russell with a hint of reproach. "Why didn't you say so earlier? I really thought you were here for tea."

Russell: "..."

Hey, this old man has a really bad temper, can I beat him up?

"Come with me."

After Ancient One got up and walked towards the main hall, Russell didn't expect the other party to suddenly become so easy to talk to. Coming to his senses, he hurriedly got up and followed.

The two walked past several side halls and along a quiet corridor. The corridor was dotted with pavilions, winding corridors, and small landscapes such as pools and stacked stones. Ancient One Yi introduced them one by one as if they were his own treasures. It took them a full half hour to reach the Kamar-Taj Library.

Ancient One pushed open the door of the library and gestured for Luo to enter, but he stood at the door without any intention of going in.

From the outside, the library appears to be an unremarkable three-story building, but once you push open the door, you realize that the interior space is enormous. On the first floor alone, dozens of rows of black bookshelves are arranged in a straight line, stretching to the horizon a hundred meters away.

Russell was dumbfounded. There were far more books here than he had imagined. Knowledge is power, and the knowledge in the Kamar-Taj Library was as vast as the ocean. It was a holy place for any mage.

But... wasn't it too easy for him to get in?

Russell could hardly believe how easily he had entered the most important part of Kamar-Taj. He asked in surprise, "Master Gu Yi, I am, after all, an outsider. Is it appropriate for me to just go in like this? It's not that I don't want to go in, but I mean, aren't you going to give me a test?"

"A test!?" The Ancient One smiled and looked at Russell: "What kind of test do you want?"

"For example, testing people's goodness or evil, whether they respect knowledge enough, or what they are preparing to do when seeking power, whether they want to conquer the world with power?" People's hearts are treacherous, this is the normal process, the Ancient One did nothing, which made him feel uneasy.

"Knowledge is meant to be shared; it belongs to everyone. I have neither the right nor the qualification to hinder people's pursuit and desire for knowledge." Ancient One stroked her beard, paused, and continued, "Besides, why should I waste my energy testing you? You're not Strange!"

The first half of the Ancient One's sentence filled Russell with awe. Although the old man was unreliable, his magnanimity alone was enough to make him a master. But the second half... no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to be a criticism of his mediocre talent, that he was not qualified to be tested.

Also, Strange is Doctor Strange's name. There was already Doctor Strange in this era.

If it's really a comic book, then why did Steve's script follow the movie plot?

"Ancient One, who is Strange?" Russell asked tentatively.

"You don't know Strange?"

Ancient One glanced at Russell: "I thought you would know that he is an excellent neurosurgeon who will become my apprentice after a car accident. That child's talent is truly amazing. Compared to him, you are nothing. It's just that he hasn't been born yet, and I have to wait a while."

"Hey, coach, there's a monster here. This old man knows everything, how are we supposed to act out the script?!"

Russell was internally screaming. He didn't know how much the Ancient One knew about him. He licked his dry lips and said, "Ancient One, actually I..."

Ancient One waved her hand and shook her head gently. "No need. Everyone has their own secrets. I'm not interested in your past, and you don't need to explain it to me."

Although you said that with great force, have you forgotten that you used Mind Stone on me before?

Russell felt that his ability to complain was so strong that he took a deep breath, got rid of distracting thoughts, and asked respectfully, "Master Gu Yi, can you accept me as a disciple?"

Ancient One smiled and stroked his beard, giving him the look of a teacher who could teach a child. "No way!"

Russell: "..."

"I have seen countless futures, countless timelines, but no matter which one, you are not my disciple." Ancient One shook her head regretfully. "There is no master-disciple bond between us, and I will not accept you as my disciple."

"The future..." Russell swallowed hard, his expression grave. "Ancient One, if you can see the future, what will my future be like? Can you tell me?"

"No!"