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

How could she lack even this much confidence?!

Since her talent was the strongest, as long as she worked hard, given enough time, she would definitely surpass Zhang Yang!

Aili thought to herself and turned to glance at Zhang Yang.

At that moment, Zhang Yang seemed to be looking at her too.

Their eyes met.

For an instant, Aili's heart actually began to race.

She hurriedly looked away and lowered her head.

Meanwhile, Berkeley had already walked over to Zhang Yang.

Sigh—

Sigh—

Sigh—

Standing before Zhang Yang, Berkeley let out three consecutive sighs.

The unspoken meaning behind those three sighs was:

Just why is your comprehension so ridiculously monstrous?

Please, don't comprehend anything else!

I'm begging you, just let me survive these three days. Everything will be fine once the Sorcerer Supreme returns!

However, Zhang Yang had no idea what Berkeley was really thinking.

Zhang Yang assumed Senior Brother Berkeley was dissatisfied with him having too many ideas, so he hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Berkeley, don't worry. I'll take things one step at a time and train every spell to perfection."

Zhang Yang spoke earnestly.

That moved Berkeley a little.

Good lad.

He had improved.

It seemed Berkeley's teaching plan for Zhang Yang had finally produced some results. This way, he should be able to safely make it through the next three days.

Berkeley shook his head, tears of gratitude nearly streaming down his face.

At that moment, he truly wanted to bow to Zhang Yang.

Thank you, Zhang Yang, for sparing all the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj.

Otherwise, if Zhang Yang kept comprehending things at that rate—

Every sorcerer in Kamar-Taj would probably have a complete mental breakdown.

Others might spend decades mastering a single spell, while he could learn the whole thing in one night.

Was anyone supposed to keep playing like this?

Berkeley sighed and said to Zhang Yang, "Very good. I hope you won't disappoint all the painstaking effort your senior brother has put into you."

It really had been painstaking effort!

Every day, he had been thinking about how to keep Zhang Yang in Kamar-Taj. For Zhang Yang alone, he had broken Kamar-Taj's rules.

It hadn't been easy for him either.

However, Berkeley did not know that Zhang Yang seemed to have misunderstood his words.

Seeing how concerned Berkeley appeared to be about him—

Zhang Yang hurriedly said, "Yes! I understand, Senior Brother!"

After speaking, Zhang Yang gave Berkeley a grateful look.

I have to work even harder than before! At the very least, I need to become an Arch-Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj first!

Chapter 14

Having received Zhang Yang's affirmative answer, Berkeley finally let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at all the Apprentices on the training ground, he did not forget to encourage them as well. "But don't lose heart. Learning magic has always been like this. As long as you work hard, you will surely accomplish great things someday."

"Your top priority now is to cultivate diligently, become Apprentice Sorcerers, and then go out for real combat experience."

"Kamar-Taj is only your starting point. How far you can ultimately go and what kind of person you become depends on what you see and experience in the outside world."

Berkeley meant those words sincerely.

Cultivation was not merely about cultivating.

More importantly, it was about acting.

As the name implied, acting meant going out into the world, walking around, and seeing more.

Even someone at the level of the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One, often traveled abroad to cultivate.

And such travels were not for pleasure. They were meant to better connect with nature and other magical elements, thereby improving a cultivator's abilities.

Originally, Berkeley had also been supposed to go out and cultivate.

But because of the unrest in New York, his cultivation had been delayed.

He would probably have to go out and cultivate after a while.

Sigh... hopefully it would not be together with Zhang Yang. Otherwise, wouldn't everything about how he had fooled Zhang Yang be exposed?

Berkeley prayed silently.

After speaking, he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment. "All right. You have practiced the introductory magic course for three days now. But so far, only four cultivators have learned it. Those who haven't learned it will continue practicing introductory magic today. As for those who have, I will take you on your first cultivation session."

After speaking, Berkeley looked at Zhang Yang and continued, "By the way, didn't you say that you had already comprehended Portal Magic?"

Suddenly being called out, Zhang Yang took a moment to recover before hurriedly nodding.

Berkeley responded calmly, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Then try opening a Portal to the summit of Mount Everest."

"Mount Everest?!" Zhang Yang froze. Looking at the monk's robes he was wearing, he asked hesitantly, "Senior Brother Berkeley, you're not... taking us to Mount Everest to cultivate, are you?!"

Berkeley nodded.

That one nod left both Zhang Yang and Aili feeling rather unwell.

Although Zhang Yang had only just arrived at Kamar-Taj, he still knew what kind of place Mount Everest was.

The lowest temperatures at its summit remained around minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius all year round.

Because of its brutally cold climate, it was also known as the Third Pole of the world.

It was obvious that place would not be very comfortable.

Zhang Yang glanced at his monk's robes.

This was Kamar-Taj's standard uniform. It was neither thin nor thick.

It could neither keep one cool nor protect one from the cold.

Going to the summit of Mount Everest dressed like this—wouldn't they freeze to death?

Thinking this, Zhang Yang asked Berkeley, "Senior Brother Berkeley, do we have any other clothes before we leave?"

Berkeley's expression darkened. "Do you think I'm taking you sightseeing? I'm taking you to cultivate. If you, as sorcerers, cannot even withstand this little cold, then how will you become qualified sorcerers?!"

Berkeley spoke seriously.

That actually seemed to make some sense.

"Yes, Senior Brother." As Zhang Yang spoke, he raised his hand and drew a circle in the air.

On the other side of the circle was Mount Everest.

Berkeley's heart skipped a beat as he thought without hesitation:

Holy shit...

He really had learned Portal Magic.

Did Zhang Yang grow up eating magic?

Why did he learn magic so fast?!

Wait...

Just as Berkeley was feeling indignant inside, he suddenly noticed something.

Zhang Yang was not wearing a Sling Ring?!

The Sling Ring was one of Kamar-Taj's magical artifacts and also the most commonly used one.

Its purpose was to help sorcerers better gather energy and cast magic.

It was essential equipment for beginners.

At least, before one could properly control energy gathering on one's own, a Sling Ring was something one had to wear.

Otherwise, many things could distract them and prevent them from casting magic properly.

At least, that was true for many sorcerers.

Without a Sling Ring, they simply could not cast magic at all.

Only Arch-Sorcerers—people at Wong's level—could cast magic without using a Sling Ring.

Yet Zhang Yang, an Apprentice who had only learned magic for three days, could cast magic without wearing a Sling Ring?!

Wasn't this guy a freak?!

Was his spiritual power really that strong?

Could he cast aside all distracting thoughts at any time, anywhere, and remain utterly focused?!

Berkeley was stunned.

Wasn't this guy way too powerful?!

Hiss—

Terrifying—

It seemed this guy would definitely become a powerhouse who shook the entire Mage World in the future!

"Senior Brother Berkeley, it's ready." Zhang Yang suddenly said while Berkeley was lost in thought.

Only then did Berkeley come back to his senses.

Seeing that no one seemed to have noticed the issue, Berkeley did not mention it. He merely made a mental note to report the matter to Wong later.

With that in mind, Berkeley led Zhang Yang, Aili, and the other two sorcerers into the summit of Mount Everest.

Chapter 15

When he had been an Apprentice, Kaecilius often brought Berkeley and the others to Mount Everest for training.

Therefore, Berkeley had already grown accustomed to Mount Everest's freezing temperatures.

But Zhang Yang, Aili, and the others were clearly not used to it.

Looking at the snow-covered peaks and the howling winds—

The other two sorcerers hugged their frail bodies and curled up, shivering violently from the cold.

Zhang Yang was not quite as bad off, but he still shuddered from the cold. He rubbed his arms with both hands to warm himself. Only Aili, seeing Berkeley remain unmoved, gritted her teeth and endured it.

She stood perfectly straight, but her lips, trembling faintly beyond her control from the cold, gave her away.

Seeing the four of them like this, Berkeley clasped his hands behind his back and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know why you feel cold?"

The four shook their heads.

"That is because your own energy is not strong enough." As Berkeley spoke, he raised his head and chest and walked through the snow on Mount Everest.