Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 18 Entrance Exam

"Watch out, the enemy is nearby!"

hope's Apparitions swiftly traversed the forest, suddenly closing in on Night Butterfly and erecting a diamond-shaped magical shield that left no blind spots.

Night Butterfly finally relaxed a little. After maintaining a highly vigilant posture for so long, waves of fatigue surged through her body.

"It seems like he's gone..." hope confirmed several times.

"Impossible, his scent is still here," Night Butterfly emphasized.

"Scent can be easily interfered with in various ways." hope frowned, her fair forehead furrowing.

"Even the traces are gone..." Night Butterfly tried to argue, unable to imagine the awkwardness of her standing there, nervously confronting the air. Her face and back began to burn uncontrollably, and she was so embarrassed that she gripped the ground with her toes.

"Indeed!" hope concluded with certainty through observation: "It's not difficult for a high-level spellcaster; it might be a flight or teleportation spell."

The pink-haired mature woman and the half-elf ranger were enveloped in a faint glow as they slowly floated up, using a levitation spell to reach the top of the tree.

Looking down from above, one can see rows of broken tree crowns.

Night Butterfly recalled the deepened footprints on the ground and compared them with the marks on the tree canopy. A scene flashed through her mind: a mysterious person leaping up and soaring gracefully between the treetops.

"So that's how it is!" Night Butterfly murmured, a gleam of surprise in her eyes. She would never have imagined someone would travel in such a way. An inexplicably powerful leaping ability and body control, a super speed that even her Shadow Travel couldn't match…

"Given such formidable strength, why hide so furtively?"

Tai'an raised his hand to cover his nose and sneezed, inwardly thinking that some little girl must be hiding behind him secretly cursing him.

At this moment, being downwind, I unconsciously smelled a pleasant aroma.

The hormonal attraction emanating from opposite-sex individuals of the same age is not just one-sided, but a two-way attraction.

The silver-haired loli's eyes darted around, a slight blush rising on the tip of her nose as she pondered.

"Ugh, a boy using such nice-smelling perfume."

After walking for about ten minutes, the group arrived at the large cemetery.

Two death knights riding nightmare beasts stood before the fence, their bodies clad in heavy black armor, white ghostly flames flickering and burning in their eye sockets beneath their rusted helmets.

"Summoning the dead to fight is a wizard's specialty." Alice, who had been silent all along, spoke again: "Next, those whose names I call, please come forward, in the order of registration."

Pepper.

A tall boy wearing a black hat, with freckles covering his face, was about a head taller than his peers, and had chestnut-colored curly hair.

He was most likely a commoner born into a merchant family, Tai'an judged based on his clothing.

The chestnut-haired boy looked around and came to a tombstone, where he waved his wand to gather negative energy.

"Sleeping dead, heed my call, awaken! My skeletal servants!"

Chanting and reciting spells are not absolutely necessary, but they can help people's imagination and enhance the stability and effectiveness of spells.

A skeletal hand pierced the soil, followed by two humanoid skeletons emerging from the ground and swaying as they stood up.

"Indeed, you were able to revive two skeleton servants using only the most ordinary acacia wood wand." Alice smiled, not hesitating to offer praise.

"Schnell!"

The bespectacled, black-haired wizard chose a tombstone with scarlet writing on it: Mummy.

"Rise! Be my loyal servant!" A rotting white cloth pierced the earth, and an undead creature wrapped entirely in white cloth rose swiftly to its feet. Its tall and imposing figure made the skeletal servant look like a strong man to a child.

"The Mummy Warrior possessed the strength of a formal class in life, and even though he was greatly weakened after being resurrected, he can still play a certain role in formal class battles," Alice commented reservedly. "Most third-year students might not even be as strong as you. Your talent is exceptional, and you deserve our greater resources and effort in nurturing you."

The black-haired little wizard wearing glasses couldn't help but beam with joy.

"Your parents are spellcasters, aren't they?" Alice asked.

"Yes, my father, Shuzer, possesses elite-level strength. He told me to perform as best as possible and earn his teacher's attention," the bespectacled, black-haired young wizard confessed.

"He's right. Remember, you may be a level ahead of your peers now, but it's not because Peebles is less talented than you. It's because you had a head start, a good father who taught you from a young age, and the Soul Crystal Wand in your hand, which has an unparalleled effect on summoning the dead..." Alice explained to those around her, her calm tone gradually turning stern: "With your current strength, using a high-level wand is too much of a stretch. Put it away now."

"Yes!" Schneier bowed deeply, took out the wooden box, carefully put the wand inside, and placed it in his bosom.

One of his hands was slightly corroded by negative energy, turning an eerie white like a corpse.

Next, several students took turns going up, each reviving a few skeleton minions, whose strength was roughly equivalent to Pepper's.

Only the chubby Dark performed the worst, struggling to summon a skeleton servant, and only thanks to Alice's repeated reminders and guidance.

"Don't be discouraged, child. Your long journey has just begun. History is full of great wizards who were initially dull-witted but later realized their true selves and entered the holy realm," the old woman in black robes comforted the chubby boy.

"Next up, Leona!"

The little girl with light blonde hair wore a ponytail, had fair skin, and a sweet smile on her face, making her seem to glow.

The word "angel" involuntarily popped into Little Fatty Dak's mind.

Why would such a cute girl want to become a wizard?

Wouldn't it be better to go to the branch temple of the monks next door?

"The young lady from the Golden Osmanthus family, choosing Tranquil Wood as her wand is undoubtedly a very wise choice. Many great Saint-level mages in history chose Tranquil Wood in their early stages because the spell structure released by Tranquil Wood is the most stable, can adapt to all types of spells, and can easily deal with all kinds of situations." Alice paused slightly, "Your Tranquil Wood is a bit special. It seems to be a rare and exquisite piece that cannot be bought on the market."

“That’s right, the Tranquil Wood in my hand is over a thousand years old.” Leona closed her eyes and murmured, “Revive! My servant!”

Two ghouls with ferocious appearances, and a stitched-up ghoul that broke through the soil and crawled up.

Its terrifying appearance will definitely give anyone who sees it nightmares.

"Not bad! Not bad! As expected of a duke-level nobleman." Alice clapped her hands lightly, her withered, chicken-claw-like hands clapping.

By directly revealing Leona's identity, they reminded some unscrupulous young men of the difference in status.

There are some people you should never mess with, or something terrible will happen.

Even those with exceptional talent, one in a million, are no exception.

(End of this chapter)