Muxuan’s fingers tightening slightly around the pages of the book, she felt a bit dazed.
What exactly is going on here?
Driven by curiosity, she watched the elves’ gazes shift back and forth, expressions laden with meaning, as if waiting to see what Muxuan would say to judge how strict this mentor really was.
With no other choice, Muxuan reached out and tapped the table, clearing her throat before saying:
“This student, we’re in class right now. No talking, okay?”
“If you have a question, please raise your hand to ask, or discuss it privately.”
“As an elf and a student of Saint Delosia Academy, I’m sure you have that much basic decorum, right?”
Upon hearing Muxuan’s words, the blushing student immediately shrank back, his face growing even redder as he quickly lowered his head.
His deskmate also hurriedly sat up straight.
A few stifled laughs rippled through the classroom, but silence soon returned.
Muxuan’s response neither directly answered the abrupt question nor disrupted classroom order; instead, she brought the topic back on track.
She breathed a silent sigh of relief as her jade-green eyes swept over the students before her.
‘Sike’erlin was right—these elves really do retain memories and behavioral patterns from the past, even that kind of adolescent restlessness.’
This loosened her tense nerves just a little—but only a little.
After all, who knew whether, once the rules were broken, these students might suddenly turn into something entirely different?
Once the small disturbance in the classroom had settled, Muxuan’s grip on the book relaxed slightly.
Then, her fingers slowly traced across the page, feeling the rough texture of the leaf-like paper beneath the tip of her finger—Basic Element Shaping Theory and Practice.
She steadied herself, her jade-green eyes sweeping over the now-focused elven faces, as Sike’erlin’s words echoed in her mind.
‘Teaching halfheartedly is fine… the quality of instruction doesn’t matter… even if no students show up… none of that is important.’
‘As long as the rules are followed.’
Taking a deep breath, Muxuan glanced at the textbook.
‘Hmm…’
She hadn’t noticed it before, but now it seemed a bit challenging.
Even though she had learned some magic-related things from Lutherch, there were still parts of the textbook she didn’t quite understand.
Fortunately, those were all later chapters.
If she followed the teaching pace of Saint Delosia Academy, it would be perfectly fine.
“Alright, let’s begin.”
With that thought, Muxuan opened the book, her fingertips gliding over the intricate elemental array diagrams on the page.
“Today’s content is the introduction to Basic Element Shaping Theory and Practice, Volume I. The core lies in understanding the basic responsiveness of elemental particles and the fundamental shaping path.”
Muxuan displayed an array diagram showing water elemental particles gathering into droplets under mental guidance.
“Elemental magic, no matter how dazzling its outward form, is rooted in communicating with, guiding, and ultimately shaping the energy particles flowing through nature.”
Muxuan pointed to the diagram, her voice clear.
“For elves, this may lean more toward sensing the natural rhythm of life’s pulse. For us in the Human Empire, we construct mental guidance through specific spell circuits. But in essence, both lead to the same goal—the will exerting directional influence on elemental particles.”
As she explained the basic theories of elemental affinity, particle inertia, and activation thresholds from the textbook, she mentally cross-referenced the spell principles she had learned from Lutherch.
‘Just as I thought—elven elemental magic and human elemental spellwork are strikingly similar at the fundamental level. The differences lie more in the method of communication and the source of energy. Elves lean toward natural resonance and life energy, while humans rely on mental imprints and external absorption.’
“Now, let’s do the simplest demonstration: gathering water elements and maintaining a basic form.”
Muxuan closed the book, extended her right hand palm-up, and deliberately imitated the gentler, nature-adjacent elven method described in the textbook.
With a slight mental command, her spiritual energy extended like a soft tendril into the air.
The free-floating water vapor particles in the air seemed to respond to an invisible call, converging toward her palm.
Tiny blue lights flickered and slowly coalesced.
Muxuan didn’t rush for speed; instead, she deliberately slowed the process so that each step of particle aggregation was clearly visible.
“Pay attention to the smoothness of the guidance—don’t pull roughly,” Muxuan said softly, her spiritual energy guiding the water elements.
“Feel the natural affinity between the particles, and let them follow the most comfortable path to gather.”
Gradually, a fist-sized, crystal-clear water sphere floated above her palm, its surface rippling with a soft glow.
The water current swirled inside, appearing exceptionally stable.
This pure elemental creation emitted a refreshing moisture, causing a few students in the front row to lean forward slightly, their eyes sparkling with interest.
Though for high-level elves this was basic fundamentals, the silver-haired mentor’s graceful and composed guiding style, along with her nature-oriented explanation, still managed to capture their attention.
“The basic sphere is the most stable and easiest form to maintain,” Muxuan said, holding the water orb and letting it rotate slowly.
“Next, let’s try the simplest shape transformation.”
Then, with a shift of intent, her spiritual energy carefully guided the edges of the water sphere to indent and extend.
This was the “Water Droplet Cone” shaping exercise mentioned in the textbook.
Under her guidance, the water sphere began to stretch and deform, the tip elongating and sharpening.
But just then, the previously blushing student seemed too focused.
He leaned forward a bit too far, and his elbow accidentally knocked over his deskmate’s crystal pen holder.
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A small sound, and the pen holder rolled to the floor.
His deskmate couldn’t help but let out a “pfft” laugh.
Though quiet, it was clearly audible in the silent classroom.
The blushing student let out a small “ah,” scrambling to pick it up, his face instantly turning crimson again.
This minor incident caused Muxuan’s spiritual energy to waver slightly.
The tip of the nearly formed water droplet cone on her palm suddenly warped, failing to form a perfect sharp point; instead, a small bulbous knob bulged out.
“Pfft—”
This time, a student in the back row couldn’t hold back his laughter.
The entire “Element Resonance Courtyard” atmosphere instantly lightened.
Seeing the crooked droplet cone with a “little tumor” on top, even Muxuan couldn’t help but smile, the corner of her mouth lifting in a helplessly amused curve.
She simply stopped shaping and let the oddly shaped water elemental creation float gently above her palm.
“Hmm… seems like perfect shaping requires absolute focus—and a little bit of luck?”
Muxuan responded with a playful tone, her jade-green eyes sweeping over the class without any reproach.
“Just like the ‘accidental resonance’ our classmate here created, it can interfere with the stable output of spiritual energy.”
“So practical lessons also need everyone to keep quiet, okay?”
The blushing student picked up the pen holder, a bit flustered.
But hearing that the mentor wasn’t scolding him, but instead teasing lightly, his nervousness mostly dissolved, and he whispered:
“Sorry, Mentor Muxuan.”
“It’s okay,” Muxuan replied gently, tapping her fingertip lightly.
The oddly shaped water elemental quickly dispersed into tiny blue specks of light, vanishing into the air.
“Remember, failure is also part of the process of understanding.”
“Back to the topic—the mistake just now was a momentary imbalance in shaping force.”
For the rest of the time, the class remained in a relaxed yet focused atmosphere.
Even though the course requirements weren’t strict, Muxuan didn’t want to just go through the motions.
She clearly explained each step, pointed out key points in the textbook, and occasionally drew from her understanding of human spellwork, using more “spell-circuit-oriented” language for analogy.
The questions the elven students asked mostly revolved around basic principles and operational details, never straying beyond the textbook, and certainly never touching on any sensitive or dangerous areas.
That put Muxuan at ease.
‘At least so far, everything feels light and normal. The earlier tension has been washed away by the rhythm of the class.’
Moreover, during the lecture, Muxuan genuinely discovered several feasible applications of magic and spellwork, which was quite useful for her.
When the natural magic-measuring device made of emerald moss in the air emitted a soft glow of light, signaling the end of class,
Muxuan had just finished explaining the first subsection required by the textbook.
“Time’s up.”
She looked up and gently closed the textbook, facing the students.
“That’s it for today’s introduction.
“The key point is understanding the responsive characteristics of elemental particles and the basic logic of guided shaping.”
“After class, you can try practicing the simplest water droplet gathering to feel the communication between spiritual energy and the elements.”
With that, Muxuan walked straight out.
She still remembered—this was no normal place.
She needed to quickly reunite with Qiansitelin.
Nothing had gone wrong on her end, but maybe something had happened with Qiansitelin.
After Muxuan left, the students rose one after another, some still discussing the demonstration and lecture just now, others curiously watching Muxuan’s retreating figure.
Halfway out, Muxuan noticed quite a few students sneaking glances at her from behind.
But she didn’t pay it much mind.
She could feel that those gazes carried only curiosity, no malice.
When she reached a fork in the path, Muxuan subconsciously touched the warm, cool temporary identity badge on the inside of her collar, confirming it was still securely attached.
Then she looked toward the other side of the fork.
Sike’erlin hadn’t assigned many classes for her and Qiansitelin—just one each per day.
At this hour, Qiansitelin should also be finishing her class, about to arrive here.
And indeed, that was the case.
After waiting at the intersection for only a short while, Muxuan saw a golden figure rushing toward her.
Even from a distance, Muxuan could see the smile on Qiansitelin’s face.
“Your Highness!”
With barely concealed delight, Qiansitelin closed the distance to Muxuan in a few steps.
Her golden eyes looked Muxuan up and down, as if confirming she was uninjured.
“How was it? Did everything go smoothly in class? No strange incidents?”
Qiansitelin’s voice was lowered, her gaze scanning the seemingly quiet passage with caution.
This left Muxuan a little stunned.
‘Strange incidents? No, there weren’t any. Could it be that Qiansitelin encountered something?’
As this thought crossed her mind, Muxuan’s expression turned serious as she looked at Qiansitelin.
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