Carrying a copy of "A Beginner's Guide to Apprentice Mages," Shen Mu returned to the Elven Kingdom and handed it directly to Sylphania, asking her to teach it on his behalf.
"Shen, I remember Jean is your student, isn't she?"
"Shouldn't you be teaching her these things yourself?"
Watching Shen Mu act like a hands-off boss, the Elf Elder was somewhat speechless.
"Don't mind the details."
"I'm just giving you an opportunity to deepen your communication. After all, you know Little Phoenix's potential; when she grows up, she'll be able to easily defeat many strong individuals."
"In the future, if I'm not in this Universe or if I'm tied up with other matters, you can still ask her for help if you need anything!"
"Now I'm letting you give her magic enlightenment, this is a rare and good opportunity!"
Shen Mu found a very reasonable excuse for his hands-off behavior.
To be fair, Sylphania actually thought about it seriously and felt that what Shen Mu said made a lot of sense.
"Alright! You've convinced me!"
"But are you really going to completely let Jean grow freely like this?"
Sylphania felt that she hadn't thought wrong; Shen Mu's decision to be a teacher was definitely a spur-of-the-moment one.
"No, no, no, there's an old saying on Earth: 'The master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to the individual.'"
"I've already taken care of the biggest problem within Little Phoenix's body. For her future growth, I only need to provide occasional guidance, and that will be enough!"
Although Shen Mu still found it troublesome to bring along a little girl, his words were not without reason.
Take Doctor Strange as an example: when he didn't believe in magic, Ancient One gave him a slap, allowing him to see the splendor of the magic World and completely changing his perspective.
When he thought his hands prevented him from drawing a portal, she had a sorcerer without hands demonstrate it for him.
When he felt he couldn't communicate with magic energy, she directly threw him to the top of the Himalayas.
She told him to either freeze to death or open a portal to return.
After that, Ancient One completely let Strange, this sapling, grow wild.
Shen Mu felt that this was the best way to nurture a genius; too much interference would only limit their talent.
Of course, if this sapling were to grow crooked, he, as her teacher, would still correct her in time with the Iron Fist of love.
Shen Mu successfully tricked Sylphania, and he went to bask in the Sun and enjoy his leisure time!
At this time, on Earth, Agent Brandt, who was possessed by Mephisto, had now completely lost his self-awareness and truly became the Hell Lord's proxy.
"This is the place, the one who can perfectly carry Zarathos's power."
At this moment, Mephisto, dressed in vintage attire, stood at the entrance of a motorcycle stunt team's camp and murmured.
People entering and exiting around him seemed to ignore his strange attire, not even glancing at him.
Following the audience into the stunt team's area, a thrilling motorcycle stunt show was underway.
Each high-flying flip by the riders made the audience erupt in cheers.
"Next up, it's time for the most anticipated part of the show! Let's welcome the King of Stunts, Craig Krauss Simpson, and his partner, Barton Blaze, for their final double stunt performance."
"Today, they will challenge their limits, flying over a distance of 250 feet. Will they succeed? Let's wait and see."
"Now, with your passion, unveil the curtain for our heroes' entrance today!"
As the host's words fell, the loud roar of motorcycle engines ignited the audience's enthusiasm.
"Krauss! Krauss!"
Predictably, all the audience members were shouting Krauss's name.
After all, in everyone's hearts, he was the number one motorcycle stunt performer.
Listening to these sounds, Barton couldn't help but feel a strong sense of envy.
"Krauss, I wonder when they'll call my name!"
He said to his friend beside him with an envious tone.
"That day will come. You will become the most outstanding motorcycle stunt performer."
Seeing his friend's envious expression, Krauss comforted him.
"Now, are you ready? Next, we're going to break the record we once set. This will be a leap remembered by history."
"Of course, I've been preparing for this performance for a full three months."
Barton said with full confidence.
Last year, he had just welcomed the birth of his son, Johnny Blaze.
For this performance, his wife and one-year-old son were both present, which gave him infinite confidence.
"Alright then, let's go embrace our great moment now!"
With that, Krauss revved the throttle of the motorcycle beneath him.
Seeing this, Barton did the same.
The two first rode their motorcycles to make an entrance to the audience, then headed towards the stunt track.
However, in an inadvertent moment, Barton's attention was drawn to a young man whose clothing and demeanor seemed out of place compared to the others!
It was just a fleeting glance, but Barton felt as if his soul was being choked, an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
But at his friend's urging, he merely shook his head, pushing the recent sensation out of his mind.
"Barton Blaze, prepare to become my most powerful Rider!"
Mephisto's lips curved into an evil, cunning smile.
At this moment, Barton's expression was serious, and then, amidst the cheers of all the audience, he started his motorcycle, preparing to fly over the obstacle with his friend.
However, just one second before the bike took off, Mephisto's finger on the grandstand moved slightly.
The next second, Barton and his beloved bike, which should have taken off as one, separated.
After Barton fell heavily, his beloved bike, in a strange posture, landed directly on his legs.
"Ah!"
Barton let out a heart-wrenching wail.
The audience erupted in an uproar, but it was immediately followed by even more enthusiastic cheers.
Because Krauss had succeeded in his challenge!
He had truly flown a distance of 250 feet, breaking the record he set two years prior.
However, at this moment, he had no mind to enjoy the glory and immediately rushed to his friend.
The stunt team's paramedics also hurried over.
They rescued Barton and took him to the hospital.
After the Doctor's emergency treatment, Barton's life was saved, but his legs faced amputation, meaning he could never ride his beloved motorcycle again!
This blow was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Barton, who had always aspired to be the greatest motorcycle stunt performer.
At night, after everyone had left, Barton opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, secretly grieving.
"A motorcyclist without legs is like a bird without wings, unable to experience the taste of freedom again."
Just then, a voice entered Barton's ears.