In Marvel: Do You Really Think Becoming the Sorcerer Supreme Is That Hard?

Alchemy was a spellcraft that only true geniuses could learn.

Sorcerers who relied on the power of other dimensions even to fight did not qualify to begin studying Alchemy.

If the person borrowing books had not been Zhang Yang, Wong would never have explained so much.

He would have simply dismissed him with, "You can't learn it."

"I see." After hearing Wong's explanation, Zhang Yang nodded.

Just then, Wong pulled a dust-covered spellbook from a corner at the very back of the Kamar-Taj Library. He blew on it, then said to Zhang Yang, "Have you made up your mind? Cough, cough, cough."

Zhang Yang waved away the dust in the air. Seeing the three large words, Alchemy, written on the somewhat worn spellbook in Wong's hands, he froze for a moment.

Then he looked at Wong and asked, "Does the Sorcerer Supreme know this spellcraft?"

Wong nodded. "Of course. There's nothing the Sorcerer Supreme can't do."

Zhang Yang nodded, took the book, and said to Wong, "Thanks, Wong."

Although the requirements for learning Alchemy sounded rather demanding.

He had to admit that this magic was extremely useful.

After all, there was an old saying: Poor equipment meant losing half the battle.

For the sake of his gear, Zhang Yang had to learn this magic no matter what.

With that in mind, Zhang Yang left the Kamar-Taj Library.

The next day, Zhang Yang arrived at Kamar-Taj's sparring grounds early in the morning as usual.

The Ancient One had not arrived yet.

Zhang Yang rubbed his temples. His head ached a little.

Last night, after returning, Zhang Yang had finished reading about basic magic, then read several pages from books on Alchemy. He had also thought over the Space Magic that The Ancient One had taught him.

Previously, Zhang Yang had always comprehended the magic Berkeley and Wong taught him in a single night.

But those had all been basic magic.

There had only been one kind of magic at a time, so they had not been difficult to think through.

Now, however, he was suddenly exposed to so many kinds of magic.

For the first time, Zhang Yang felt as though he had encountered a bottleneck, and it gave him quite a headache.

"Headache?" Just then, a familiar voice abruptly pulled Zhang Yang from his thoughts.

"Sorcerer Supreme." Seeing The Ancient One, Zhang Yang first bowed, then said, "A little."

"Of course. You're too impatient, and your head is crammed with too many things. Naturally, it hurts." The Ancient One smiled and immediately pinpointed Zhang Yang's problem.

"Sorcerer Supreme, you already knew?" Hearing this, Zhang Yang scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.

"Mm, that's normal. You haven't been at Kamar-Taj for long. Like many sorcerers, you want to learn more things. I understand, but take them one at a time." The Ancient One took out a small fan and explained to Zhang Yang, "There are many kinds of magic: basic magic, beginner magic, intermediate magic, advanced magic, and unrestricted magic. Their difficulty differs, so progress will naturally differ as well."

"Unrestricted magic? What does that mean?" Zhang Yang understood the previous categories, but he truly did not understand unrestricted magic.

"You can think of it as creating your own magic." The Ancient One gave a simple explanation.

Creating his own magic?

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Chapter 75

Zhang Yang suddenly understood.

So magic really could be created from scratch?!

"How much have you comprehended from the Spatial Power I told you about yesterday?" The Ancient One looked at Zhang Yang and asked.

Zhang Yang shook his head. "Not much. There are always parts I can't figure out. I don't know whether I've become dull-witted or whether the magical energy in my body is insufficient."

The Ancient One smiled. "Then go think in the Sanctum without distractions."

As she spoke, The Ancient One led Zhang Yang into the small Sanctum beside the sparring grounds.

After entering, The Ancient One lit a stick of sandalwood incense in the burner. As she lit it, she said, "Spellbooks are good things. They can guide you toward comprehending all the magic in the world, but they can also distract you, because there is simply too much magic in the world."

While The Ancient One spoke, Zhang Yang had already sat cross-legged on the floor, closed his eyes, and begun meditating.

Seeing Zhang Yang meditate, The Ancient One slowly left the Sanctum.

She thought that she had not visited the training grounds in quite some time.

Kamar-Taj, training grounds.

After serving Thor, Mordo was aching all over.

Over the course of the day, nearly all of Kamar-Taj's affairs, large and small, had been temporarily handed over to Wong.

As the senior disciple, Mordo had never imagined that one day he would be assigned to wipe Thor's ass.

Wasn't this clearly trouble Zhang Yang had caused?

What did it have to do with him?

His master had become more and more biased lately.

Mordo sighed.

But there was nothing he could do. Who told Zhang Yang to have such talent and comprehension?

At last, Thor's injuries had recovered somewhat, and Mordo finally had time to inspect Kamar-Taj's training.

Mordo headed to the training grounds first. The Apprentices were Kamar-Taj's greatest concern. Who knew whether there might be some highly talented prospects among them?

"Senior Brother."

Seeing Mordo, Kaecilius, who had been teaching the Apprentices, hurriedly bowed and instructed them to practice freely.

"Mm." Mordo rolled his neck and casually asked Kaecilius, "How have the Apprentices been lately?"

"They seem all right, but their progress is much slower than that of the previous batches. This group doesn't seem to have many promising prospects." Kaecilius reported truthfully.

"You can't put it that way. Zhang Yang and Aili are both quite good."

The moment Kaecilius said there were no promising prospects, Mordo hurriedly spoke up.

Mordo did not even want to mention Zhang Yang.

That guy was a monster.

As for Aili, Mordo had to mention her.

That girl was truly talented, and she worked hard as well. She was basically the most outstanding Apprentice Sorcerer now. Even Berkeley, their senior brother who had arrived a year before them, probably could not defeat Aili anymore.

"Other than those two, everyone else is generally lacking in talent. I suppose all the good magical prospects have already begun worshipping Dormammu." Kaecilius nodded and suddenly remarked with a sigh.

That made Mordo frown.

The fatigue on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a stern expression.

"Why did you mention Dormammu?" Mordo looked at Kaecilius and asked.

Dormammu was practically a forbidden word at Kamar-Taj.

Many sorcerers avoided mentioning Dormammu at all costs.

After all, Dormammu was an enemy even the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One, could not destroy!

Yet Kaecilius had suddenly brought him up, which displeased Mordo.

"It's only because Dormammu's followers have been especially rampant in New York lately, and their abilities are quite formidable. I couldn't help but remark on it." Kaecilius answered calmly.

It did not sound like there was any major problem.

"They gained Dormammu's dark power, but in exchange, they offered up their souls! They are nothing but soulless puppets! There's nothing worth remarking on!" Mordo's tone grew harsher as he looked at Kaecilius.

Kaecilius immediately fell silent, seemingly intending to end the topic.

Mordo was notoriously stubborn, especially when it came to Kamar-Taj's taboos.

Just as Kaecilius was preparing to change the subject.

He suddenly noticed The Ancient One walking toward them.

"You seem to be discussing an interesting topic." As she approached, The Ancient One spoke.

There was no change in The Ancient One's expression, but her tone was full of teasing.

After speaking, The Ancient One's gaze fell upon Kaecilius, carrying a deeper meaning.

"Sorcerer Supreme!" Seeing The Ancient One, the two hurriedly bowed.

"It seems this interesting topic has not made you happy." The Ancient One suddenly smiled.

"Has the Sorcerer Supreme come to inspect the Apprentices' training?" Just as Mordo was about to speak, Kaecilius suddenly stepped forward and asked The Ancient One.

His movements were somewhat hurried.

It seemed as though he wanted to conceal something.

"Mm." The Ancient One responded, her gaze never leaving Kaecilius.

That made Kaecilius avert his eyes.

He always felt that The Ancient One's eyes could see through everything, yet see through nothing at all.

"The Apprentices have been doing quite well lately. The Sorcerer Supreme need not worry." Kaecilius hurriedly said.

"I am not worried about the Apprentices." With her hands behind her back, The Ancient One continued, "I am only worried that once the soul is taken away, the shell no longer has any meaning to exist. Kaecilius, what do you think?"

The Ancient One's words made cold sweat break out across Kaecilius's back.

A terrifying thought suddenly surfaced.

Could it be...

Had The Ancient One discovered something?!

"The Sorcerer Supreme is absolutely right." Though panicked inside, Kaecilius remained calm on the surface and answered without the slightest disorder.

The Ancient One nodded and looked at Mordo. "Since you are conducting inspections, I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, The Ancient One turned and left.

"Farewell, Sorcerer Supreme."

Zhang Yang had forgotten how long he had meditated, but when he opened his eyes, The Ancient One was still sitting across from him.

The only difference was that candles had been lit in The Ancient One's room.

That left Zhang Yang somewhat unable to tell whether he had been thinking for too long.

"Master, how long was I thinking?" Zhang Yang froze, then could not help asking.

"Not long, about five hours." As she spoke, The Ancient One picked up the tea on the table, which had already gone cold, and took a sip.

Her heart was full of mixed emotions.

She had merely wanted Zhang Yang to think symbolically for a while. If he did not understand, he could still ask her.

Who would have thought that Zhang Yang, so earnest and straightforward, would sit there thinking for an entire five hours?!

The Ancient One had gone to the training grounds, sent her astral form wandering around the Universe, and even gone to have tea with the Immortal Emperor.

Only then had Zhang Yang finally shown some response.

If Zhang Yang had still not reacted, The Ancient One feared she would have been unable to resist waking him.

"What did you comprehend?" After finishing her tea, The Ancient One asked Zhang Yang.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face. "The method Master taught me truly works. I did comprehend some things."