Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 16 Opening Ceremony and the Chase

Externally, powerful enemies are eyeing them covetously; internally, their own retainers are plotting a rebellion.

The situation in Ilantis entered a period of turmoil as King Theonas fell seriously ill and became unable to care for himself.

Although King Theonas had clearly designated an heir, Chief Minister Morde refused to transfer power, citing Prince Silverwind's youth and inexperience.

Relying on its long-established cronies, it controlled the nation's political and economic lifeline, secretly colluding with internal and external forces, intending to gain recognition of its legitimate administrative power from neighboring countries, thus making Iran a permanently neutral country practicing a constitutional monarchy.

The conservative forces, the noble council, joined forces with the royal family to fight against the monarchy, raising the banner of the rightful heir, and soon they had a large following.

A bloody political struggle thus unfolded…

To avoid getting involved in disputes and becoming a bargaining chip in the hands of the enemy, Silvermoon fled to the capital of a neighboring country for political asylum, deliberately choosing the relatively obscure but highly secure Hegel Wizarding Academy.

"In any case, Your Highness Silvermoon, please keep a low profile and act like the neighbor next door," Guardian Loon advised from the side.

"I know..." Silvermoon pulled up the hood of her wizard's robe, subconsciously distorting the light to completely conceal her appearance.

How annoying, why should I imitate him?

I wanted to forget someone, but they kept resurfacing in my mind.

The arrogant and rude attitude of the young wizard made the silver-haired loli grit her teeth and want to pounce on him and take a bite.

If his older brother knew he had suffered such a great injustice, who knows how he would punish him!

Yinyue stomped her little leather boots hard, and when she heard voices outside, she quickly leaned over to the window.

"Young Master! Please take care..."

"Wait for me..."

The silver-haired girl ran downstairs as fast as she could, but found nothing. Looking around, the young wizard was nowhere to be seen. She stood there, dejected, her eyes unconsciously welling with tears.

"Damn it, damn it..."

"I hate you so much! I hate you so much!"

"Tai'an, from this day forward, you will be my mortal enemy."

A spying gaze fell upon him, and the young wizard thought to himself, "What a troublesome woman. Luckily, I ran fast."

Violet Academy, Arena.

The long table on the stage was filled with school leaders. Ordinary teachers were not entitled to sit and could only watch from the surrounding audience seats with the students.

Vice Principal hope, 31 years old, is considered the successor of the college at the moment when the principal retires.

Graduated from the Mage Division, he is known as the first student in history to break through to the elite stage, passing the spellcaster's association's open test at the young age of sixteen. He entered the super-rank at twenty-nine and became the vice principal of Violet Academy in the same year.

She possesses stunning beauty, formidable strength, and an equally impressive family background. Her father is a marshal of the kingdom, and her mother is the Duke of Tulip. As the eldest daughter of the Duke of Tulip, she has the second right of succession, yet she remains unmarried and is a beloved figure among many noblemen.

On the podium, the pink-haired beauty skillfully used amplification magic to deliver a polite but ultimately meaningless congratulatory speech.

It happens every time school starts or a major event occurs, without exception.

Cheers erupted amidst the sounds of mountains collapsing and tsunamis crashing. The vast majority of students present were from the Warrior Academy, dressed in uniform departmental attire. Their numbers reached 50,000, accounting for more than half of the total student population.

The Warriors' College, also known as the Commoners' College, has the lowest tuition among all the colleges, costing only twenty silver dollars per semester. Compared to the neighboring Knights' College, which costs twenty gold coins per semester, it is ridiculously low, with a difference of more than a hundred times. The principle of recruitment is to prioritize willpower and perseverance, and secondarily talent.

The large pool of participants selected a large number of strong individuals and capable talents who joined the army and various forces to become the backbone and key figures. They subtly formed a force that could not be ignored within the kingdom. Ordinary nobles would try their best to win over the united students of the Warrior Academy and dare not easily deal with them.

Tyrion's father, Tyrion, had hoped that his son would join the Warriors' Academy, ideally sharing joys and sorrows with the warriors, building deep friendships, and preparing to recruit followers in the future.

"Boring! Wasting time is wasting other people's lives." The young wizard looked down at him, arms crossed.

The whistling wind stirred the hem of his black robes, and he exuded an inexplicable aura of power that even the cheers of the many students below could not conceal.

On the podium, hope Ruo seemed to sense something and turned to look at the onlookers. Her originally calm expression suddenly turned into one of surprise and uncertainty.

There are clearly people there, yet there is nothing in my mental perception.

If a spellcaster cannot lock onto an opponent, it is almost impossible for their spell to be accurate, unless they use a large-scale war spell to bombard the area.

"Tch, what a troublesome woman." Realizing he had been too high-profile and attracted attention, Tai An promptly slipped away.

The time for the next breath.

The space rippled like waves, and a knight-errant, his face veiled and dressed entirely in black, stood lightly on the railing.

Shadow Walk, a super-tier skill for Ranger, Scout, and Thief classes.

The half-elf with pointed ears and a cold gaze searched for its target, its brows furrowing slightly as it pulled a round little brown mouse from its pocket.

"Qiqi, find him for me!"

The squirrel squeaked, and the next second the half-elf ranger entered Shadow Travel mode again.

Pursuit, an essential ability for agile combatants, usually involves summoning various beast pets with keen senses of smell to track enemies, while simultaneously entering a state of synchronized perception or telepathic communication.

A blur shot into the sky, and in the next instant, the figure lightly knelt down on the ground, a standard starting posture.

The half-elf ranger dashed forward like an arrow, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. Whenever an obstacle appeared in front of him, he would decisively slip into the shadows.

Even at that speed, they still couldn't catch up with their opponent; instead, the distance between them grew further and further.

"How is this possible? Could it be a powerful expert who has entered the Saint Realm?" Night Butterfly thought in disbelief.

At first, she was just following the principal's instructions to help keep a suspicious person around.

Unexpectedly, we encountered such a tricky situation.

The pressure I hadn't felt in a long time made me subconsciously assume it came from a colleague.

"Damn it!" Night Butterfly took a deep breath of the cold air. The wind was strong today, and the trees in the Black Forest swayed and rustled.

The scent tracking ends here.

Night Butterfly stopped, assumed a fighting stance, and warily surveyed her surroundings, the black short blade in her hand gleaming with a dark luster.

"Come out, I know you're here..."

For a long time, there was no response, only the sound of the wind gradually quieting down.

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead and cheek.

Where is it? Where exactly is it...?

An enemy that cannot be locked onto gives the opponent the initiative.

The half-elf ranger began to consider leaving.

(End of this chapter)