A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 9 I will control your kidney stones to travel back and forth in your urethra

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Viola stepped forward and said loudly:

"I am a magic apprentice with 100,000 gold coins; I can make even a novice magician bow down in worship!"

The onlookers burst into laughter.

"Bribing a magician? How could she even think of that?"

"You think you can bribe a novice mage with 100,000 gold coins? Please, he's a legitimately qualified degree holder..."

Before the laughter subsided, the scene in the light-based sand table changed instantly.

slam-la-

Golden coins cascaded down like a waterfall, rolling and piling up into a small mountain. Under the sunlight illuminating the sand table, they reflected a dazzling and mesmerizing light. Dozens of carriages lined up in a row, and gold coins poured out like a tide, layer upon layer, the golden light almost engulfing half the battlefield.

The air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of money.

The novice mage opposite him froze in mid-air, holding a fireball. He glanced at Jinshan, remained silent for a moment, then silently extinguished the fireball, stood in front of the magic apprentice, and lowered his head.

"..."

The burst of laughter abruptly stopped as if a chicken had been choked, and everyone stared at Viola in astonishment.

What?

What kind of logic is this?

Are magicians also so obsessed with money?

The young mage standing nearby watched this scene with a deep sense of melancholy.

"Magical research, whether it's potion-making, alchemy, or purchasing magical items, is very expensive. For many magicians from ordinary families, just keeping up with everyone else's progress has drained all their savings, let alone making any further progress."

"Therefore, money is a great temptation for most magicians. There are often examples where two sides are fighting fiercely, and one side suddenly pulls out gold coins, causing the other side to admit defeat immediately."

"If the other party doesn't succumb to the lure of gold coins, it means you haven't thrown enough."

"As expected of a prestigious magical family, you have a profound understanding of the magical world. You've cleared the level."

The young magician congratulated Viola.

After saying that, he quickly added:

"By the way, junior, if you ever need any magical items, materials, or knowledge in the future, you can contact me, Carol—the vice president of the Alchemy Club at Silver Academy, a third-year student. I guarantee quality and low prices, and I'm honest with everyone. I have access to potions, wands, runes, scrolls, and even rare magical beast droppings. Bulk discounts are available, and regular customers even get loyalty cards..."

His companion coughed.

Carroll immediately fell silent, smiling as she took a step back:

"Welcome, Viola, a freshman at Silver Academy."

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and whispered among themselves, "These rich people are really bad" and "If she doesn't pay enough in the future, I will definitely not admit defeat."

Viola completed the game with a frustrated expression.

……

Listening to everyone's comments and the young magician Carol's critiques, Lorne gained a preliminary understanding of the power system in the magical world.

Magic apprentices can manipulate elements to a basic degree, but they can only create low-level effects such as breezes and small water balloons, which have limited destructive power.

A novice fire mage is completely different. A single fireball can shatter rocks, a heat wave can repel close-range enemies, and a fiery touch will turn anyone who dares to get close into a kebab.

If you fight head-on, even ten apprentices would be useless.

This challenge tests intelligence and ingenuity...

He raised his hand:

"Senior, I'd like to confirm, what is the pain tolerance of a novice mage?"

Carroll said:

"Unless they are evil mages who torture themselves in a self-destructive way, or mages who actively sever their pain perception and master spells such as petrification or solidification, the physical bodies of other mages are basically the same as those of normal people."

"Then I only need one first-tier earth spell."

Carol couldn't help but wonder, how could a first-order magic spell, which is usually so weak that it wouldn't even harm an ordinary person, defeat a novice mage?

Lorne looked intently at the sand table:

"I want to manipulate the water within a novice mage's body, condensing a tiny pebble within his kidney, and then repeatedly moving it through the waterways..."

Waterway means urethra.

After hearing just a couple of sentences from him, everyone present fell into an eerie silence.

What are you talking about, kid?

In the sandbox, the magic apprentice hid his hands behind his back, a faint wisp of amber light gathering at his fingertips, silently disappearing into the novice mage's waist.

The novice mage, unaware of anything amiss, held a fireball in his hand, ready for battle.

The next second, the fireball suddenly went out. He clutched his lower back with both hands, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, curling up into a shrimp-like shape as he began to tremble violently.

Under the influence of magic, the trajectory of the elements was highlighted. A tiny pebble could be clearly seen slowly moving in the lower abdomen of the novice mage. With each slight movement, he would twitch violently. All the fireballs, fire waves, and other spells had long since dissipated.

"Just a tiny pebble, less than a millimeter in size, is enough to make someone writhe on their knees in pain."

Lorne explained attentively from the side:

"No matter how strong a fire mage is, he can't withstand the onset of the sand and stones in his stomach. All his spells require concentration, and under the intense pain, he can't even finish reciting the incantation for a fireball."

Although they couldn't see the man's expression, everyone could tell from his violent trembling and frantic rolling that he was enduring the torture he was suffering.

"Moreover, magic apprentices don't need to fight; they only need to 'rub' the stone inside their bodies regularly each day, making it travel back and forth between their waterways and kidneys—"

You're going to have to run back and forth?!

Everyone imagined the scene, tried to put themselves in the shoes of the person in it...

hiss!

If you have pain down there, it's best not to project that image onto your body.

"You call this earth magic?"

The young magician Carol stared at Lorne for a full five seconds, his lips moving several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"Your...your idea is theoretically feasible. It falls within the scope of influence that a magic apprentice can manipulate, and it's an internal attack, so most defensive spells can't stop it."

He looked at Lorne with an extremely complex expression:

"But your method is too abnormal."

"Are you sure you've never been exposed to magic before?"

Lorne shook his head sincerely: "I really haven't had any contact with them."

Then, after thinking about it, I answered honestly:

"When I was in the welfare home, there was a coworker who had kidney stones. He was in so much pain that he was rolling around on the ground. It took a week for the stones to pass. I remember that very well."

"..."

The surrounding examinees silently took a half step back.

Viola covered her mouth, her expression shifting from shock to disdain, and then from disdain to a subtle kind of admiration.

This kind of thinking is absolutely impossible for someone without a serious mental illness!

Beside them, the giant boy looked at Viola and Lorne with envy and admiration.

His mother once told him earnestly: The reason why humans were able to rule the continent was not because of brute force, but because of wisdom. The reason why the giants were trapped in the northern border for generations was because they were simple-minded and could not think of so many complicated things.

Now, he has witnessed firsthand the art of passing the game by two humans: one uses gold coins to make his opponent bow down in submission, and the other uses a small grain of sand to make his opponent suffer unbearable pain.

This must be the pinnacle of human wisdom that my mother spoke of.

I must learn from them!