Ch. 75 - The Wand Arrives

Once the so-called “celebration banquet” wrapped up, the rest of the afternoon turned into another round of paid leave.

At this point, I wasn’t even surprised anymore. Ever since I learned that the bakery doubled as our club’s base, I’d stopped questioning why it sometimes closed for several days in a row. Selling pastries and bread was basically just our cover story anyway.

After all, with a name like the Bakery Club, we needed at least one legitimate reason to keep the space. Otherwise, the school might reclaim it, and we’d lose our last headquarters for good.

After saying goodbye to the Seniors and Tan Han, I was ready to head home. Not that I had anything meaningful to do once I got there—but who complains about getting paid to do nothing?

Before I left, Tan Han came up to exchange contact info. She said she might reach out if she ran into problems with meditation. Honestly, I didn’t think she’d actually ask me for help—asking a Senior made way more sense than asking a clueless freshman like me. Still, I gave her my info without hesitation.

Once I was on my way back, I started thinking about what to do next. I hadn’t seen Quan Xiuzhu in a while—it’d been days since we last talked. I wondered how she was doing. Probably fine by now, right?

But that could wait. I had something else in mind—getting in touch with Bai Yu about that flight license she’d mentioned. She’d only brought it up in passing, but now that the idea was stuck in my head, I really wanted to look into it.

Sure, I couldn’t afford my own flying broom yet, but having a license couldn’t hurt.

When I got back to the villa, I did what I always did—checked the delivery box by the door for mail or packages.

Something told me today was the day. It had been a while since I ordered my matching wand, and judging by the tampered latch on the box, someone had definitely dropped something off.

My heart thumped as I opened it—and there it was. A long, neatly wrapped box rested inside, looking much fancier than any of my previous deliveries.

No need to guess what it was.

I grabbed the box and checked the label—my name, my address. Everything matched.

“It’s here,” I whispered, eyes widening with a rush of excitement I couldn’t hold back.

I tore the packaging open. Inside, nestled in soft foam, lay a short wand made of solid, unjoined wood—just as Bai Yu had described: mythril-gradient wood.

Under the light, it almost shimmered like metal, thin silver lines spiraling along its surface. Between the shaft and the handle sat a small white crystal—unattributed, neutral in affinity.

Perfect for me. My mental power leaned toward universal resonance, not any specific element. Of course, my crystal wouldn’t have a bias either.

I tossed the wand box straight into the trash bin outside the villa, then held the wand in my hand, eager to test it out.

Sure, my mental energy wasn’t strong enough yet to directly manipulate mana—but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use spells.

Take the Cleaning Charm, for example.

That totally counted as a spell, right? A very useful one, too.

I just wanted to see whether this new wand could make it any better.

After all, I’d gone all out on the specs when ordering it—high-grade mana-conductive materials, mythril-gradient wood, precision craftsmanship, the whole deal. If this thing couldn’t even buff a Cleaning Charm, what was the point? Might as well be a fancy stick.

But the moment I cast the spell, something incredible happened.

As my mana surged through my arm and into the wand, I felt the energy flow—guided, focused, refined. The white crystal at the base of the wand began to glow softly, pulsing with life.

The Cleaning Charm came out smooth. Effortless.

It was like the wand itself was gently guiding my magic, removing that clumsy, uneven feeling of casting bare-handed.

And the control—it was unreal. I could maintain the spell with almost no effort, as if it had its own rhythm.

If it did this for a basic charm… I couldn’t imagine what it’d do for higher-tier spells.

“This is… amazing.” I couldn’t help whispering.

No words could really capture that feeling. You had to experience it yourself to understand just how much power a wand added.

Of course, it probably didn’t hurt that Bai Yu had given me such a premium setup. I’d filled out that customization form like I was writing a novel—guess it paid off.

Still grinning, I twirled the wand in my hand and stepped into the villa.

Empty, as usual.

My mysterious roommate still hadn’t shown up. She surely was taking her time moving in.

I slipped off my shoes—today’s pair was one of the high-heeled ones Bai Yu had gifted me. They added a bit of height, which I needed. I wasn’t exactly tall to begin with, especially compared to Tan Han.

But adapting to heels came at a price.

The second I sat down on the couch, I practically melted into it, legs aching but satisfied.

Lunch had been amazing—totally made up for skipping breakfast. High-end restaurants in this world really do know how to cook.

Glancing at the clock, I decided to take a short nap before checking whether Bai Yu was free. If she were, I’d ask about the flight license.

If she wasn’t, I could always ask Senior Tang Yihan for help.

And if the exam required payment… well, maybe she could advance me a bit of my future wages.

I’d already succeeded in meditation, so I didn’t need to spend money on incense or meditation room fees anymore.

Sure, my efficiency might drop a little without them—but hey, saving money was its own kind of cultivation.

The exhaustion from staying up till dawn was still hitting hard.

Yawning, I wandered into my bedroom and gathered up my long hair. Sleeping with this much hair was always a pain, but I couldn’t bring myself to cut it. So, I just dealt with it—like always.

The moment I hit the bed, my breathing slowed, and I drifted off almost instantly.

Meanwhile, Tan Han was walking beside Xia Li toward the library.

If she had to rate it? One word—fluff.

It just didn’t seem possible.

Still, she decided she’d better prepare properly before trying meditation again.

There’s a saying—comparison kills joy.

If she wanted to stay at the top, she had to succeed in meditation too—preferably on her first try.

Because for someone like Tan Han, being second was never good enough.

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