When Teacher Zitong called Bai Ling’s name, to be honest, Bai Ling herself was a little bit expectant.
At the very least, she knew that the Bai family, where Bai Ling came from, had been magicians for generations.
Plus, Bai Ling’s older sister, Bai Ting, was already a big name at the academy—powerful, popular, and well-liked by everyone.
So when it came to Bai Ling, Zitong wasn’t worried at all about her failing the test.
What she cared about was which magic element Bai Ling would awaken, and at what level.
Bai Ling walked up to the podium and placed her delicate, doll-like hand gently on the crystal ball, then closed her eyes to focus.
But it seemed like nothing happened.
Still, she felt a warm sensation, and it was like her whole body became more energized, comfortable, almost like soaking in a hot spring.
That feeling lasted for a long time.
Bai Ling opened her eyes in confusion.
From watching the others, she knew that the whole process—from putting your hand on the crystal ball to finishing the test—usually took less than thirty seconds, sometimes as quick as ten.
But she’d been standing here for almost a minute and still hadn’t heard Teacher Zitong say anything.
After opening her eyes, Bai Ling looked at Teacher Zitong and asked, “Teacher? What’s wrong, did I fail the test?” Since she hadn’t heard anything, Bai Ling figured she must have failed, and that Zitong was just trying not to hurt her feelings by staying quiet.
She didn’t really care much about passing or failing, but she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
But when she saw Teacher Zitong, Bai Ling changed her mind.
Zitong was just staring at the crystal ball in front of her, completely speechless.
When Bai Ling asked again, Zitong finally snapped out of it, and said, a little excitedly, “Healing magic, awakening level A.” Her voice was shaky, and she clearly couldn’t control her excitement.
When Lin Qiufeng was tested earlier, Zitong had been surprised, but she’d never lost her composure like this.
So Bai Ling was totally confused by Zitong’s reaction.
The only explanation she could think of was this “healing” thing, but her curiosity got the better of her, so she asked, “Healing? What kind of magic is that?” In Bai Ling’s understanding, there was no such thing as healing magic.
Her knowledge of magic was limited to the books in the Bai family’s study, and she’d never seen anything about healing magic there.
When Bai Ling asked, Zitong finally looked at her.
In Zitong’s eyes, Bai Ling wasn’t even a person anymore—she was a monster.
Well, a very cute monster.
Zitong stared at Bai Ling so intently that it made her uncomfortable.
Just as Bai Ling was about to say something to break the awkward silence, Zitong finally spoke.
“Healing magic is a type of magic used specifically for healing.
Magicians with this ability are extremely rare—maybe one in a hundred thousand.
If you have a healer on your side, no matter how badly you’re hurt, as long as you’re still breathing, they can heal you right away.
And they can even help others recover their magic power.” Zitong was still excited as she explained, her voice trembling but loud enough for everyone to hear.
“And the known magic elements are: wind, wood, water, fire, and earth.
There are also stronger elements: lightning, ice, and metal—these are called advanced elements.
But there’s also a special element, and there’s only one: healing.
The world calls it the strongest magic element—not because it’s powerful in attack or defense, but because it has the ability to keep people alive.
As long as you’re still breathing, it can heal you instantly.
That’s why it’s called the strongest.”
Bai Ling was shocked, because she’d never heard of advanced or special elements in the Bai family’s study.
The students below the stage were just as confused at first.
None of them had ever heard of healing magic, and if Bai Ling couldn’t find any record of it in her family’s library, there was no way they would know about it.
Zitong herself had only read about it by chance in an old book at the academy library.
Back then, she’d been stunned by the description of healing magic.
It was just so rare.
And so powerful.
The book said, “Healers are called immortal magicians, with the ability to heal anything—assuming they have enough magic power.” That was it.
There was also a record that, once, a B-level healer had appeared on the Gaia continent.
That one person changed the outcome of a war that could have shifted the balance of the whole continent.
The healer’s army had only a hundred thousand soldiers, while the enemy had a million.
But the smaller army won, all because they had a healer.
Now, there were no healers left on Gaia.
That just showed how rare it was to awaken healing magic.
But now, Bai Ling had done it.
How could Zitong not be shocked?
After hearing Zitong’s explanation, all the students below the stage were left with their mouths hanging open—big enough to fit an egg.
It was just too unbelievable.
Now, when they looked at Bai Ling, they felt the same way as Zitong did: she was a monster.
And there was something Zitong hadn’t mentioned from that old book.
The healer in the story was only B-level, and that was after being promoted.
Bai Ling had awakened at A-level.
Who knew what she’d be capable of in the future? If the royal family found out, they’d probably treat her like an ancestor.
And she was only at the awakening stage and already A-level.
If she had enough talent, she might even reach S or SS level.
Now, Zitong couldn’t help but look at Bai Ling with even more admiration.
Bai Ling herself was pretty calm, though a little surprised.
To her, it was just another ability.
In her previous life, she’d had healing powers too, and they were all-encompassing.
She just didn’t know how this healing magic compared to her old healing skills.
