Four Split Personalities

"I... I saw it..."

Jadka shakily accepted the Purified Spicy Powder handed over by Ji Xiaoge, his gaze blurry as he caressed the crystal bottle filled with dark red powder, then suddenly raised his fist and struck his own cheek, instantly swelling up his left face, and then, without any warning, burst into loud laughter, "Haha, hahaha, I saw it, I felt it, the Fire Element, there are so many Fire Elements in this world, it’s not a dream, it’s not a dream, I really saw it... Haha, I really... felt it... Ah, ah ah!!"

After the laughter, the old man’s face was covered in tears, clutching the bottle, which originally contained a condiment, like a child, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Uh... Jadka?"

Ji Xiaoge looked at the seemingly crazed Old Mage with some confusion, cautiously poked his shoulder, and asked with concern, "That, are you okay? Calm down a bit, is there something wrong with this bottle of chili powder?"

Piecing together the description of the Purified Spicy Powder, the girl dimly realized something but still couldn’t believe that the problem that had troubled the other party for so many years could be solved in this manner. She tried to calm the Old Mage down, for if all this ended in vain joy... that would be too...

"Problem? No problem, of course no problem."

Jadka took a deep breath, half his face swollen, and waved at Ji Xiaoge, "Don’t worry about me, I’m not crazy, and... thank you, Lady Night Song."

He deeply bowed to the young girl barely in her twenties standing in front of him.

"Oh, Old Jia, don’t do that. Aren’t we good friends? What’s this all about!"

Ji Xiaoge quickly sidestepped to avoid him, then shaking her head with seven parts bewilderment and three parts amusement, she said, "Anyway, if it really helps you, that’s great. You’re a senior, bowing and performing such courtesies, do you intend to jinx my longevity or what?"

Jadka stood straight up, his eyes red as he laughed, "Sorry, Little Dove, I got too excited... And then, about this ’chili powder’..."

"It’s yours."

Ji Xiaoge interjected without hesitation, then pulled out two more bottles of Purified Spicy Powder and five bottles of Spicy Burn Powder that Luwei had not purified, and stuffed them all into Jadka’s trembling hands, "Take them all, take them all, if it’s not enough, I’ll make more for you later. Hey, don’t talk yet, let me tell you, the cost for each bottle is just fifty copper coins, it’s really not something precious, please spare me from any gratitude or repayment!"

Jadka’s eyes widened as he stared dumbfoundedly at the pile of little crystal bottles in his hands, feeling the Fire Elements that had never been so clear in all his life, and after a long while stammered, "Fifty... fifty copper coins?"

Ji Xiaoge nodded vigorously, "Yeah."

"Fifty copper coins, fifty copper coins, this really is..."

Even Jadka, who had been through many challenges, didn’t know what to say, eventually stuffing the bottles into his little cloth bag, then turned to look at Motan and Ya Ya, who were increasingly on the defensive not far away, and grasped his Magic Wand with determination, "Anyway, I’ll thank you later. Right now, the priority is to hurry and help out, Mo and Ya Ya are almost at their limit."

He was right. While the two had been occupied with the chili powder, Motan had been knocked down by Sergei several times, and Ya Ya had also received several sharp counterattacks during his opportunist attacks. Although it couldn’t be considered serious damage, the colorful scales on his body enhanced by Dog Language Magic were becoming unstable.

"Okay."

Ji Xiaoge nodded slightly, then looked through her bag with some hesitation, "But I haven’t found anything that could..."

"No, you’ve helped a great deal."

Jadka shook his head slightly, flicked the stopper from the initial bottle of Purified Spicy Powder with one hand, raised his Magic Wand with the other, and said with a smile, "Step back a little, Little Dove."

The girl nodded, not fully understanding but impressed, took two steps back, and watched Jadka with wide eyes. She too was curious what he could achieve with the help of her bottle of chili powder, or rather, was her bottle of chili powder actually useful? Or had Jadka misunderstood something?

Then, she saw the old man gently wave the Magic Wand and release a Fireball.

A very ordinary Fireball, about thirty centimeters in diameter, emanating waves of heat with a pale red hue.

Aside from one successful instance, this Fireball was no different from the ones Jadka usually cast, whether in size or heat, it was a genuine Low Rank Magic Fireball Spell.

The Fireball then traced a less-than-graceful parabola through the air, flying directly towards the several people engaged in battle nearby.

Perhaps its original target had been Sergei, but by the time he had dodged around to the back of Motan and landed a heavy blow that staggered him, the person intercepted in the Fireball’s trajectory had become Ya Ya, who was about to cover for Motan’s rise.

And then...

Bang!!

That Fireball bizarrely twisted downward in mid-air, bounced from the ground using Ya Ya’s body as a shield, then suddenly sprang up with a spinning kick like a soccer ball, directly striking Sergei’s relentlessly sneering face.

"Hm?!"

Sergei’s actions came to an abrupt halt, then he instinctively turned to glance back at Jadka, his expression dark as water, brimming with Evil Qi.