Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 47 The Witch Bloodline Within My Brother

"Brother, have you been losing your memory lately? This is a monster's core!"

"Um?"

"Some animals, after being infected by the dragon plague, will gradually develop these crystal nuclei within their bodies. If left to grow unchecked, they will eventually mutate into true dragon-like creatures. That's why they need to be cleaned up regularly to prevent the dragon plague from spreading."

"Oh, I see." Zhang Qingzhe nodded.

It seems my sister wasn't lying to me; this really is an action that benefits public safety.

"Is this thing useful?" He weighed the crystal core in his hand.

"You can collect them and exchange them for money. Actually, the special potion for drawing [magic cards] is mainly made from this kind of thing through grinding and processing."

"I see. So, this contains a lot of magical elements?"

"That's right. But brother, you absolutely mustn't eat it! You might get infected by the dragon calamity!"

"Oh." Zhang Qingzhe carefully put the crystal core away.

"What do we do now? Crows are so hard to catch..."

The younger sister squatted on the ground dejectedly and started tracing the wild chrysanthemums with her fingers.

"Never mind, I'll do it," Zhang Qingzhe said.

"Brother, it's not that I look down on you."

The younger sister looked up, her eyes filled with worry:

"But you only have a few [magic loops]... well, an ordinary person really can't do this kind of delicate work. You should be careful not to hurt yourself."

"Don't you dare look down on your brother!"

Zhang Qingzhe took two steps forward, his mind only slightly stirred.

"Snapped!"

The card holder at his waist popped open automatically, and a card floated out lightly.

"Um!"

Zhang Qingzhe nodded in satisfaction.

Xia Qiwei really wasn't lying to herself.

With just a thought, the card will pop out, saving you the time of drawing cards yourself.

This would be a significant advantage in a battle.

The card 【Hand of the Mage】activates in mid-air, and two translucent magical hands unfold from behind him.

Just then, a flock of startled crows flapped their wings and flew out of the woods, passing right by Zhang Qingzhe.

Zhang Qingzhe assumed a skilled boxing stance and swung his fist through the air at the fattest one of the four.

The [Mage's Hand] behind him moved in sync, precisely and gently gathering the raven in its palm.

Zhang Qingzhe shrugged, turned around easily, and walked back.

As the sunlight gradually rises, it shines softly on the lush green hillside.

The younger sister stood there blankly, her eyes reflecting a dazzling light.

She was completely stunned by what she had just witnessed.

"How is it? Is this one okay?"

Zhang Qingzhe shook the dizzy but unharmed crow and asked.

"Brother... how did you do that?"

Her sister's voice was filled with amazement, "Your movements... are unbelievably fast!"

"It's nothing, your brother has always been this good."

"Liar! You were clearly a..."

The younger sister suddenly became puzzled. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her big eyes stared intently at her brother. "Speaking of which, it's a bit strange! It seems like your abilities have been getting stronger ever since you started writing my diary?"

"Uh! These are two different things. Your brother is just growing up."

"How many [magic loops] do you have now?" The younger sister asked the most crucial question directly.

Zhang Qingzhe was stunned for a moment.

He pondered whether he should tell a lie.

But her younger sister's gaze was too sharp, carrying a sense of pressure like that of a famous detective.

This made Zhang Qingzhe realize that lying to his sister, with whom he spent every day, would be easily detected.

So he could only confess: "There are fifty now."

The younger sister's expression froze instantly, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit the entire sausage inside.

"How is this possible! This progress is too fast...it's like a witch going through puberty!"

Zhang Qingzhe certainly couldn't say it, because he had a "World Card," and he couldn't mention time travel either.

He hesitated for a moment, then offered what he considered a reasonable explanation: "Because... I have witch blood!"

The younger sister immediately frowned and blurted out instinctively, "You don't have the [witch bloodline]."

"……Um?"

Zhang Qingzhe looked at her strangely, "How can you be so sure? We're siblings. If you have it, why don't I?"

The younger sister immediately covered her mouth, a hint of panic flashing across her face.

Then she nodded vigorously: "Ah, yes! Yes! My brother should have one too."

"Hmm! Actually, my recent rapid progress is something that my classmates and professors at school all think is due to the effects of my [witch bloodline]."

Zhang Qingzhe didn't pay much attention to his sister's reaction.

He felt relieved that he had finally gotten away with it.

So he stopped looking at his sister, turned around, picked up the knife, and dissected the crow.

The younger sister gazed quietly at her brother's profile.

The morning light grew brighter, falling on his tall and straight figure.

When he lowered his head, his neck was sharp, his wispy hair fluttered in front of his forehead, and the contours of his nose and jaw were clearly defined.

When she's focused, her lips are slightly pursed, exuding a captivating charm.

My sister suddenly pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart pound wildly.

Using his expertise as a surgeon, Zhang Qingzhe quickly dissected the entire crow and showed its internal organs to his sister.

"Is this okay?"

The younger sister snapped out of her daze, leaned closer to examine it carefully, and nodded in satisfaction.

"This one is in very good condition."

"What should we do next?"

"Make a 'bird divination card' and then embed a crow inside it; you can use it to predict the future."

My sister clapped her hands and said with regret, "It's a pity they're disposable, and it's so troublesome to use them every time... They're not nearly as convenient as tarot cards."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded slightly and made way for his younger sister.

The younger sister sat down at the small dining table, took out a blank card and a card-making pen, and began to draw the magic circle for the divination card.

Zhang Qingzhe stood behind her, watching the drawing process while shielding her from the sun.

But the younger sister was clearly not very skilled and quickly wasted two blank cards.

Zhang Qingzhe felt a pang of heartache upon seeing this.

"Are you even capable? This is all money," he couldn't help but say.

"Brother, you're so annoying! Stop talking behind my ear, it's very sensitive there."

Zhang Qingzhe glanced down and saw that his sister's earlobes, partially hidden by her short hair, shimmered softly in the sunlight, like a patch of pink wood ear fungus in a forest.

"But your technique is really bad!"

"Oh dear! It's all my brother's fault, he made it impossible for me to concentrate... See, he made a mistake again!"

My sister angrily crumpled the third blank card into a ball.

"Brother, what do you know! Card making is only formally taught in university, and you usually can't make any progress until your third year. With my current level, I'm already one of the best among high school students."

Zhang Qingzhe thought about it and felt that it made sense.

If this were in my previous life, it would be roughly equivalent to a high school student being able to solve complex math problems using calculus.

—My younger sister is really amazing.

But he still shook his head slightly, saying with some dissatisfaction:

"Otherwise, you can list out the blueprints of the magic circle and the reaction equations, and I'll make the card for you."

His younger sister turned to look at him, her eyes filled with doubt: "Brother, are you sure you can do it?"