A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 24 You blew this up too?

Lorne is now fully adapted to the style of the cultivation guide.

He completely ignored the words "treacherous and cunning" and "betraying friends for personal gain" that came before, focusing instead on the description that followed.

Suppressing powerful righteous forces?

Given the tendency of cultivation guides to distort the truth, shouldn't this sentence be translated as "the evil spirits and heretics have been sealed away"?

Hmm, so what I'm saying earlier, that there's an incredibly evil soul sealed here, is true.

Lorne looked up at the dark dome inside the clock tower and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Should I run first?

The thought flashed through my mind for a moment before disappearing on its own.

Firstly, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

Secondly, Meow Leon said it had been here many times before, roaming around like it owned the place, and had never encountered any danger. There was no reason for it to be an exception just because it came here.

Just as Lorne was about to explore the old clock tower, he turned around and saw a mirror hanging on one of the walls to the side.

……

Grass.

Such good luck?

We encountered this legendary mirror right away?

Lorne wanted to avoid it, but the mirror seemed to emanate some kind of magic, making him feel restless and unable to resist the urge to get closer and explore it.

Before he knew it, he was already standing in front of the mirror.

The bronze mirror is simple and unadorned, with patterns resembling withered vines entwined around its frame. A thin layer of gray mist covers its surface, as if someone's breath had condensed on it and remained for years.

Looking at the mirror, Lorne unconsciously softened his breathing.

The gray mist slowly dissipated, revealing a line of writing on the mirror's surface. The characters were ancient and archaic, yet their meaning was inexplicably clear:

"What do you want to know? I can tell you any secret in this world."

Knowledge comes at a price. The greater your demands, the greater the price you pay.

"Wealth, power, truth, lost magic, forbidden knowledge... I know them all. But what you give up may not be what you are willing to lose."

The last line of text slowly emerged, like cracks on ice:

What do you want to know?

Ancient and mysterious, it seems to have leaped out from the folds of history.

Looking at the lines of text, Lorne fell into deep thought.

To be honest, he doesn't have any strong desires or curiosity at this stage.

The cultivation guide and the path of immortality must never be revealed, not even a magic mirror. Apart from that, all that remains are my observations and experiences in the magical world.

But he had only just entered the magical world and didn't have any questions in his mind. Even if he did, he could just ask his seniors and teachers. Why would he make a deal with a mirror of unknown origin here?

After thinking it over, he tried asking a question:

"I want to know the unified equation for the four fundamental forces?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the words "What do you want to know?" began to flash slowly, as if assessing the value of the question.

Then it suddenly froze, and the image on the entire mirror began to become chaotic. The gray mist flowed wildly and surged violently, like a pot of boiling water, with bubbles bursting one after another, and strange grayish-white steam overflowing from the edge of the frame.

With a final, crisp crack, the gray mist abruptly stopped, then, like a candle flame that had gone out, slowly dispersed, never to coalesce again. Only wisps of thin blue smoke emerged from the frame's air vents.

The mirror was completely dark, with no writing on it and nothing reflected in it.

Lorne stood there, stunned, and blinked.

He tried poking the mirror.

no response.

He poked it again.

Still no response.

The mirror surface was warm, like a patient who had just had a fever.

Lorne: "..."

He asked one question.

Just one.

This mirror is supposed to be all-knowing, so why is it so lame?

The crisp sound of cat paws scratching at the stone slab came from behind, and Leon's meow drifted over from the side, tinged with anxiety:

"Lorne, you brat, are you still there? You haven't been bewitched, have you? I heard strange noises coming from inside—"

Before he could finish speaking...

The orange figure had already darted into the clock tower. Sir Meow Leon's fur stood on end, and his pupils shrank to slits, clearly ready for battle at any moment.

Then it saw the mirror.

Dull and gray, devoid of any mysterious aura, with a wisp of faint blue smoke drifting out from the gap in the frame, like an old man who had just fainted from anger.

?

The cat was puzzled and cautiously approached, gently patting the mirror with its paw. The mirror didn't move at all, not even reflecting any light.

"What did you do to it?"

Meow Leon's voice was filled with disbelief.

Lorne shrugged: "I only asked it one question, and it couldn't answer it, that's all."

"What's the problem?"

Lorne hesitated for a moment, then told the truth:

"The unified equation of the four fundamental forces".

As expected, Meow Leon looked completely bewildered: "What is this?"

"Anyway, it's probably a very advanced question, no need to worry about it." Lorne waved his hand.

Meow Leon's tail stood stiffly upright, and his cat face slowly turned towards Lorne. His expression changed from worry to shock, from shock to anger, and from anger to a kind of exhaustion that made him not know where to begin complaining.

"You, you, you!" Meow Leon's whiskers were trembling:

"Do you know how many years this mirror has hung in the academy? Do you know how many generations it has witnessed? Do you know how many magicians have stood before it, trembling and afraid to speak? And then you come along, and you immediately shut them down with your questions?!"

Oh no, another sect's most precious treasure...

The Echoing Monument deducted fifty credits from each of them. This Magic Mirror is probably no less valuable than the Echoing Monument, and they even trespassed, so the punishment will probably be even more severe.

"He's not dead, is he? He's probably just... unconscious."

"Following you has been such bad luck! You just blew up the Echo Monument, and now you've killed the Truth Mirror with your questions! You blow up everything you do!"

Lorne thought about it and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Cat Senior's logic, but he didn't know how to refute it.

He sighed. "So what do we do now?"

Meow Leon resignedly squatted down, his ears drooping:

"What else can we do? Let's wait until tomorrow morning and hopefully the mirror will recover by then."

"What if you don't recover?"

Meow Leon didn't speak, but just looked at Lorne with the eyes of someone looking at a plague god.

Lorne silently stood up: "Alright, I'll meditate first and we'll talk about it when it's light."

He walked to the window on the east side of the dome, sat down cross-legged, and waited for the first rays of dawn. At the same time, he kept thinking about the meaning of the "Dawn's First Light Guiding Spirit Technique" and adjusted his physical state to ensure that everything was perfect.

Time passed slowly.

Meow Leon kept sighing and rummaging around, even throwing out a few healing spells in an attempt to restore the magic mirror to normal.

Ran and egg.

It looked at Lorne, about to vent its anger, but suddenly its cat eyes narrowed, revealing a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"This kid... what kind of meditation method is this? It's so strange!"