Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 456 "Elemental Night" Carnival

Sheena sipped her floral tea, her oval pupils reflecting ripples of thought.

Last night's ritual of depravity was supposed to be a perfect spiritual guidance.

Through that primal experience that transcends the constraints of reason, the observer's moral framework is subtly loosened, paving the way for subsequent in-depth "academic collaboration."

She has used this method countless times, with a success rate of almost 90%.

Whether they are self-righteous scholars or seemingly upright researchers.

After witnessing that ultimate fusion of the essence of life, one will inevitably develop a distorted longing.

But Ron Ralph's reaction was completely beyond her expectations.

"This shouldn't be happening..."

Sheena gently touched the leaf-shaped brooch on her chest, sensing the feedback from the plant network:
"The surveillance footage shows that he did indeed watch the entire process last night, and his physiological reactions were as expected—rapid heartbeat, rapid breathing, and fluctuations in magical energy..."

"But the penetration rate of spiritual pollution is almost zero."

This was the first time she had encountered such a phenomenon in her centuries-long research career.

Logically speaking, a young wizard who has just broken through to the Moon Rank.

No matter how outstanding one's talent, it is impossible to possess such a powerful mental defense.

unless……

"Unless his spiritual essence inherently possesses some special anti-pollution properties."

Sheena's pupils contracted slightly, and a bold hypothesis began to surface in her mind:

"Pollution resistance... This trait is extremely rare in the main world, and is usually only possessed by individuals who have had deep contact with the power of the abyss."

She recalled some details she had observed yesterday:
Ron's extraordinary skill in maneuvering the Sandswing through the elemental storm.

That intuitive ability to adapt to complex environments, and the profound quality that occasionally emanates from him...

"If he truly has some connection to the Abyss, then he is not merely an excellent research subject, but an extremely precious... living treasure trove."

Sheena's hand trembled slightly as she picked up the teacup; it was a physiological reaction to excessive excitement.

Abyss resistance, Moon-level strength, youthful potential, plus the support of three great wizards.

Such a combination is truly a gift from the Creator.

"But precisely because of this, direct coercive measures are no longer feasible."

She calmly analyzed the situation in her mind:

"The warnings from the three great wizards are very clear, especially from that madwoman Cassandra. She might actually start a war for an important subordinate."

Moreover, the various rhetoric Ron displayed today proves that he is by no means an inexperienced newcomer.

The perfectly timed hints and threats demonstrate that the other party is very adept at this game of power.

The attempt to induce corruption failed, and forced control was too risky; Sheena had to find a third strategy.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm of her nails striking the wooden surface perfectly synchronized with the frequency of her thoughts.

Suddenly, she stopped tapping.

An even more ingenious plan quickly took shape in her mind.

"Knowledge... For wizards, the allure of knowledge is far more deadly than sensory pleasure."

A calculating smile crept across Sheena's lips:

"Especially knowledge that is explicitly prohibited often has the strongest appeal."

She recalled the deepest secrets of the Tree of Life school.

Those necromancy traditions that were completely banned by the authorities after the "Eternal Plague".

While this knowledge may be dangerous, its academic value and practicality are undeniable.

No true seeker of the truth can resist this temptation.

"Moreover, once he comes into contact with this knowledge, he automatically becomes an accomplice."

A cunning glint flashed in Sheena's eyes:

“Studying necromancy is a serious crime in itself, and failing to report it is also illegal. To protect himself, he has no choice but to cooperate with us.”

"This is a perfect, open strategy—even if he guessed my intentions, he couldn't resist the value of knowledge itself."

A wizard's thirst for knowledge is an instinct ingrained in his very bones.

This instinct transcends rational calculation, moral constraints, and even the fear of life and death.

It is this very trait that has allowed the wizarding civilization to survive countless crises to this day, but it also leaves every wizard with the potential risk of being devoured by their knowledge.

“What’s even more ingenious is that this strategy perfectly fits the surface form of ‘academic exchange’.”

Sheena began to refine the details of her plan in her mind:
“I was just sharing some ‘ancient botanical research findings,’ and the real content hidden within was something he discovered on his own.”

“If anyone investigates, I can simply claim that I knew nothing about it.”

She took out a thick book from her storage space. The book was simply bound, but the cover featured exquisite botanical illustrations.

This book, "Illustrated Guide to Ancient Plant Pathology," is indeed perfectly normal in appearance, and even the scent of ink emanating from its pages is that of a standard ancient document.

But when Sheena placed her palm on the cover and infused it with magic at a specific frequency, the true nature of the entire book began to be revealed:
Hidden beneath the plant illustrations lies a complex and sophisticated body of necronomical knowledge.

"The Dual-Phase Knowledge Seal... one of my proudest masterpieces."

The contents of the book have been carefully arranged and abridged.

Each chapter only presents the most crucial theoretical foundations and the most attractive application prospects.

However, the specific implementation details and the complete spell structure were deliberately omitted.

This "half-said, half-hidden" approach is more fatal than the complete transmission of knowledge.

Incomplete information can generate a strong desire for knowledge in readers, driving them to seek ways to complete the information.

In the entire main world, only the Tree of Life school possesses the complete necromancy tradition.

"At that time, he will come to us like a moth to a flame."

Sheena resealed the book, restoring it to the appearance of an ordinary botanical tome:
"His thirst for knowledge will override all rational considerations, leading him to make the 'right' choice."

………………

Half an hour later, Sheena knocked on the door of the guest room.

Her expression returned to the gentle and kind one she had when they first met yesterday, as if the eerie ritual of the night had never happened.

"Instructor Ralph, I would like to give you a small gift before you leave."

Her tone was full of the warmth of a host:
"After all, it is my honor to meet such an outstanding like-minded person."

Ron politely invited her into the room, a hint of curiosity on his face:
"Elder Sheena, you are too kind. Your warm hospitality has already benefited me greatly."

"These are some precious books I've collected over the years."

Sheena took out several beautifully bound books from her storage bag:

"These are all rare materials on ancient botany, which will surely be helpful to your research."

She placed the books one by one on the table, each one beautifully bound.

"An Introduction to Elemental Resonance Botany", "Plant Adaptation Mechanisms in Desert Environments", "An Illustrated Guide to Ancient Plant Pathology"...

From the outside, these are all standard academic documents, without any abnormalities.

"Especially this book, 'Illustrated Guide to Ancient Plant Pathology'."

Sheena gently stroked the cover of the disguised book:
"This is a precious manuscript from the end of the Second Age, which records many theories and techniques that have been lost in modern botany."

Her words deliberately carried a certain implication.

"Although some of the content may be... slightly outdated, it still has great value as historical material and theoretical reference."

Ron took the books and politely flipped through the preface and table of contents of each one.

When his fingers touched the "Illustrated Guide to Ancient Plant Pathology", he immediately felt an unusual energy fluctuation.

These fluctuations are extremely subtle and can easily be overlooked unless intentionally detected.

"The binding technique of this book is very special."

He commented casually, his fingers tracing the cover lightly:
"It feels like some kind of ancient preservation technique was used to keep the paper so resilient for so long."

"Yes, ancient craftsmanship does have its unique features."

Sheena tried her best to maintain objectivity in her tone:

"Although modern technology is more efficient, it still cannot completely replicate the wisdom of the ancients in certain details."

Ron continued to "inadvertently" explore the special features of books.

When his mental energy inadvertently touched the hidden array of runes, the entire book trembled subtly.

"It seems this book does have something special about it."

He feigned surprise: "I can sense that there seems to be some kind of...protective mechanism?"

“Oh, you sensed it correctly.” Sheena nodded casually.
"In order to protect important books, ancient scholars often devised some tricks to prevent theft."

However, these mechanisms are easily bypassed by modern wizards.

Her words carried suggestive undertones, as if encouraging him to explore further.

"You only need to input a little bit of life energy and mental energy at the same time to fully activate your reading privileges."

Ron showed appropriate interest, but did not immediately attempt to unlock it:
“I will study these precious materials carefully. Elder Sheena’s generosity has deeply moved me.”

Sheena was secretly pleased with herself.

Any wizard with a strong thirst for knowledge would not miss such an opportunity.

The other party's reaction was exactly as she expected.

Notice the anomaly, become curious, find the unlocking method, and prepare for further exploration.

Every step was proceeding according to her plan.

"If you encounter any questions during the reading process, please feel free to contact me."

She took out an exquisite communication crystal from her bosom:

"Academic exchanges require continuous communication; a short meeting is far from enough."

Ron took the crystal and could sense the special communication frequency it contained:
"I will definitely cherish this opportunity."

The two then engaged in some superficial academic discussions.

The topics covered relatively safe areas such as plant modification, environmental adaptation, and vitality regulation. "It's getting late, and I don't want to take up any more of your valuable time."

Sheena rose gracefully and straightened her robe:
“I will arrange for the Flying Leaf Boat to take you back to the Sand Sea School. The elemental storm there is particularly strong today, and it may be dangerous for you to return alone.”

"Thank you for your concern, but I would like to return alone in the Sandstorm Wings."

Ron politely declined the offer.

Sheena was slightly disappointed, but she maintained a gentle smile on her face.
"Since that's the case, I won't insist. But you must be careful, the weather in the quicksand is unpredictable."

She accompanied Ron to the vehicle parking platform and watched as the Sandstorm Wings prepared for launch.

The mechanical wings began to flap powerfully, the engine emitted a deep roar, and the dragon scale armor gleamed with a metallic luster in the sunlight.

"Elder Sheena, thank you again for your warm hospitality."

Ron waved to her from the cockpit:
"I have benefited greatly from this exchange, and I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."

“That’s what I’m hoping for too, Instructor Ralph.”

Sheena's voice came through the communication crystal, warm as a spring breeze:

"The path of knowledge needs companions, and I believe our friendship will continue to deepen in our academic exploration."

The wings of sandstorm soared into the sky, drawing a graceful arc in the morning light.

Sheena stood on the platform watching the vehicle disappear over the horizon, her enthusiastic smile gradually cooling.

"Now, we just have to wait for the fish to bite the hook."

She gently touched the leaf-shaped brooch on her chest, sensing the feedback from the plant network:
"The communication crystal has been established, the books have been delivered, and the bait has been deployed..."

"Based on past experience, he will contact me within a week at most."

Sheena turned and walked toward her research lab, her steps carrying the composure of a predator.

"Only then will real cooperation begin."

………………

Inside the cockpit, Ron focused intently on maneuvering the Sandstorm Wings through the complex elemental storm zone.

However, his attention was not entirely focused on the flight; he devoted more of his energy to reviewing and analyzing the exchange they had just had.

Every change in Sheena's expression, every tone of her voice, replayed repeatedly in his mind.

"Her real purpose was clearly not a simple academic exchange."

As Ron adjusted the engine output, he mentally organized the clues:

"That book, 'Illustrated Guide to Ancient Plant Pathology,' is definitely not an ordinary botanical classic."

"Dual-phase knowledge sealing... This technology is typically used to protect dangerous or confidential knowledge content."

"Moreover, her 'kind' reminder of how to unlock it clearly meant she hoped I would actively trigger the hidden content."

He recalled the slightly anxious look in Sheena's eyes when she left, and the faint sense of expectation in her words:
"She's waiting for me to contact her first, waiting for me to be captivated by the contents of the book..."

Under his skillful control, the Wings of Sandstorm weaved through the elemental turbulence like a nimble bird.

Although he appears focused on driving, Ron's mind is analyzing various possibilities with remarkable efficiency.

On the horizon, the Leviathan figure of the Sand Sea School begins to appear.

On the back of that ancient behemoth, the familiar buildings shimmered with a warm glow in the sunlight.

This familiar scene allowed Ron's tense nerves to relax slightly.

"We're back in a relatively safe environment for now..."

He began to plan his next course of action:

"Let's first learn more about the Tree of Life School from Hayek and Dean Salamander before deciding what to do with the book."

"If there is indeed valuable knowledge hidden within, there is no need to rush."

The vehicle landed smoothly on the Sand Sea School's take-off and landing platform, its mechanical wings slowly retracting, and the roar of the engine gradually subsided.

Ron stepped out of the cockpit and took a deep breath of the air, which carried the familiar scent of sand.

………………

The Sandsea School's Watchers sensed the familiar magical fluctuations as the Sandwings appeared on the horizon.

The dragon scales embedded in the vehicle's wings exuded a unique fire elemental aura, as conspicuous as beacons in the night sky.

"Dean, Lecturer Ralph is back."

Orlando, the vice president on duty, immediately reported the situation through the internal communication network:

"Vehicle status is normal, magic fluctuations are stable."

"Understood." Salamander's deep voice came from the other end of the communicator:
"Activate the 'purification plan,' everyone get ready."

When the Sandswings slowly landed on the landing platform, Ron was not greeted with the warm welcome he had expected, but rather by a group of wizard colleagues who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Dean Salamander stood in the center of the crowd, her eyes, as black as molten gold, burning with a wary flame.

Hayek, Yuni, Magnus, and the others spread out in a fan shape, each with a magical sheen shimmering in their hands.

The whole scene looked like it was guarding against some extremely dangerous source of pollution.

"This is……"

Ron had barely stepped out of the vehicle's hatch when he sensed this unusual hostility: "What's going on?"

"do not move!"

Salamanda abruptly stopped him from moving forward:

"You are not allowed to go anywhere until it is safe to do so!"

As he spoke, the dean began to unleash his detection spell.

A ball of golden-red flame surged from his palm, quickly spreading into a complex detection array.

The flames were extremely hot, distorting and warping the air, but there was no malice in them—they were pure purifying flames.

Ron instinctively wanted to activate a protective spell, but Hayek gently shook his head at him, indicating that there was no danger.

"Trust Dean Salamander; he did this to protect everyone."

The old man's eyes were filled with care:

"The methods of the Tree of Life School... sometimes leave behind some subtle traces."

Considering that he hadn't been infected with any special techniques and that his inspiration hadn't issued any warnings, Ron chose to cooperate.

"I understand."

He relaxed his body, letting the purifying flame completely envelop him.

The blazing flames flowed like water over every inch of his skin, penetrating deep into his flesh and even reaching his bone marrow.

This feeling is both painful and comfortable—painful because of the burning heat, and comfortable because of a deep sense of purification.

It was as if my entire body, including my soul, had been thoroughly disinfected.

To Salamander's surprise, Ron remained remarkably calm amidst the intense purifying flames.

Although I didn't intend to hurt the other person.

But out of annoyance at his reckless actions, he deliberately increased the temperature and burning intensity of the Purifying Flame.

Logically speaking, even a seasoned Moon-level wizard should feel quite uncomfortable, and might even be screaming in pain.

But the young man in front of me seemed to be enjoying a sunbath, completely at ease.

"interesting……"

Salamander mentally reassessed Ron's physical composition:
"What exactly is this kid's body made of? How can he be so resistant to fire elements?"

The purification process lasted for nearly ten minutes, during which Salamanda used all the detection methods she knew:
Pollution perception, mental erosion scanning, bloodline alienation detection, magic frequency analysis...

Every test showed that Ron was in perfect health, with no signs of tampering or contamination.

“Strange…” Salamanda frowned and withdrew the testing device from her hand:
"Those lunatics didn't do anything to you?"

His tone was clearly confused and puzzled.

Given the Tree of Life school's modus operandi, how could they possibly let go of such an excellent target?

"perhaps……"

Hayek said thoughtfully, "They have other plans."

The wizards exchanged glances, clearly all considering a certain possibility.

"In any case, the alert is temporarily lifted."

Salamander announced in a deep voice, while giving Ron a somewhat displeased glare:
"But, Instructor Ralph, I hope you understand one thing."

In the land of quicksand, any reckless act could bring disaster upon everyone.

“I understand, Dean.” Ron nodded sincerely. “This experience has indeed made me realize my recklessness.”

Salamanda's expression softened slightly, but her tone remained stern:
"Now that you're back, I'll get straight to the point."

"I already know about your plan to use the elemental convergence point for a bloodline breakthrough."

Ron's heart tightened; he wondered how this impatient dean would handle the request.

"The several intersections controlled by our Sand Sea School are all under strict control."

Salamanda's tone became more serious:
"According to the regulations, only members who have made significant contributions to the school of thought are eligible to use it."

"Although you are a genius from the Crystal Spire, you are still just a guest to our Sand Sea School."

Upon hearing this, Ron was already mentally prepared to be rejected.

But what Salamanda said next made his eyes light up:
"However, I have already registered you for the competitive portion of the 'Elemental Night' carnival."

"If you can demonstrate enough strength there, you can obtain the right to use a medium or even large interchange for one to two days."

"This amount of time is more than enough for a person to achieve a breakthrough in their bloodline."

At this point, Salamander gave him a somewhat disapproving look: "Of course, that's assuming you have the ability."

This news made Ron both excited and nervous.

"Thank you for the arrangement, Dean." He expressed his heartfelt gratitude: "I will do my best."

“I hope so.” Salamander nodded, then turned to the others:
"Alright, everyone, go home. Go do whatever you were doing."

As the crowd dispersed, the platform returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)